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The Gilded Cage - Slaves in need

The Gilded Cage - Slaves in need

The land of Amesha has been changing for many years and the arrival of new faith has changed it for the better. Save for the house of Raven Home, wherein a strong tradition still holds true after all these generations.

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Introduction

~Welcome to the Land of Amesha~


-Amesha-

The land of Amesha has been slow and calm to grow for the past six centuries, only changing its government once in the very beginning of its new age. Replacing its once royal family with the altruistic and guided hand of a conclave, formed from the most powerful families who can call to act on any notion they see fit. The age of industry has been slow to grip the whole country, but Amesha has taken to such a change well and is more equipped with sea faring vessels then any other on the eastern shore. Amesha itself sits near the edge of a peninsula, sharing the edge of each of its three provinces with a formation known historically as The Kings Blade. A massive natural stone formation that shunts out into the side of the sea.
Each province that sits within Amesha's borders are Halden, Far Crown and Dire Ridge. Each boasting several small towns and in the case of Far Crown a large city that surrounds the shore lined fort upon which it was built. Far Crown is the lowest sitting of the provinces within Amesha and is by far the most wealthy, being the seat of its government and focus of its entire trade organization.

Magics end-
Though magic still exist within the world and has since recorded history. It has begun to meet opposition from the populace at large. From either those that see it as a past form or trickery, or those that have secretly been wishing for its removal over the generations. No matter the reason, its practice has begun to dwindle and there are those that believe this age of industry is the final note in age of magics long song.

-Raven Home-

The home and center point of our current story, Raven Home is the main attraction of the Kings blade. A grand building of stone and metal that sits on the very tip of the blade itself, looking out into the sea. Though above the ground only nine floors can be seen, from there on down the structure descends another seventy floors, going past even the oceans water level. Not many people know what the whole structure looks like, or even how it was built, because it was present even during the time of the first kings and has always done business with the surrounding countries.

The structure itself is ancient and even though its decor changes from age to age, there is not denying that it has sat for centuries. Its walls filled with momentary and permanent tenants alike. All working within the laws of the Raven Homes astute ringmaster Kenner, a man who has not been seen outside its walls for the whole recorded memory of the houses dealings and a man who commands extreme respect from those within and without. It is his influence that keeps Raven Home alive against the current change in Amesha's political power and were that to fail, his walls are guarded by a vast force of personal militia. Ever present and stern against the coming influences of the outside world. Kenner himself does not run the entire body of the house and has placed several individuals in command of certain aspects of the day to day living. Though it is his word that the new intakes hear and it his by his command that they are allowed to be trained within the walls of such a powerful house.


-The Political Arena-

For generations Amesha has been a strange and daunting land, many of the wealthiest people within its boarders have enjoyed a life of opulence and hedonism beyond the reproach of most. Its people were free to practice whatever beliefs they held dear and many were able to pursue whatever lifestyle they sought. As long as the seeking of this life did not directly destroy or interfere with the civil liberties of another citizen, one would never be sought for any kind of retribution.

Though the land had many dealings and vast exports, one was wanted far more throughout the country more so then any other and that was their slaves. The land of Amesha was one of the last to keep its power to control slave trade and even though it is illegal to purchase in many other places, the right to own one is not. Though the years the local government has destroyed the trade of slavery and the training of such servants, however the political power of Raven Home has kept them relatively untouched by outside influences in this generation. People of all creeds and bonds come from lieges around to purchase a slave of their own and now that the government has destroyed all other sources of such treats in the land, Raven Home is that last remaining bastion they all seek.




-Things of Note-

*All slaves will be given a introduction of their own by the GM, not long after their character sheet has been approved of.

*The slaves can be of any gender, race and origin that the player creating wishes to choose. Though a warning is to be placed, extremely exotic races can possibly entail special treatment and accommodations. Lamia's for instance require a large amount of food to keep themselves active and are cold blooded, so they must have heated aspects in their accommodations. This is not to dissuade a player from choosing such a race, but just to make sure you know what kind of reaction the slave will receive when it comes to Raven Home.

*There are multiple NPC's within Raven Home, many of which that will not be met or heard of until the story get fully underway. Their inclusions may be short at one moment, or extremely taxing at the other, but you will all come to know them well.

*Upon entering Raven Home, slaves will be inspected and sent on their way by Kenner. This will double as their introduction and as the time their fate will be chosen. Their fate will be normally up to the player creating them, who has the choice of listing the desired color of the slaves ribbon. This color determines their training and the kind of role they will be given within the halls of Raven Home.

Ribbon Guide

The Ribbons worn by all slaves within Raven Home are for two reasons. First it is a reminder to the slave themselves that they are bound and cannot fight against this bond. The Ribbon is applied by Kenner himself and lightly bonds with the flesh of the slave, even allowing him to restrain them if need be. Secondly it is used to identify what they wearer is meant to be doing, making sure that those inside Raven Home give them the training they require.

-Blue- Slaves bearing this ribbon are not meant for the harshest of lives, they are to be trained in the fashion of etiquette and court structure. Many such slaves are bought by dignitaries and ambassadors, even going so far as to fill such functions themselves. Those that acquire this ribbon must be of good breeding and possess a social nature, as well as having some skill or knowledge of higher society.

-Green- Green is given to the slaves who are trained for physical revival, those that heal and treat their masters ill wounds, or to simply ease their troubles. This is the second most personal path of a slave and though like all others, they could still be called upon to relieve other physical needs. They can become some of the best personal physicians and caretakers possible. Many begin with some knowledge of the body and are one of the most emphatic of many other slaves.

-White- White is the most common among many slave that are trained in the service of a house more so then a single master. These usually are donned the term of maid or caretaker and are trained in all manners needed to serve their master dutifully. Many that take this ribbon were maids before being sold or captured into the trade and are best suited for returning there. Raven Home itself contains several hundred such individuals and they all work in unison to ensure everything is in its place.

-Orange- Orange is the mark of an Artist and creator, those that bare this ribbon are the most inventive and inspired in any group. Being trained across the whole to either master the brush or instrument in an effort to fill that singular need for entertainment in their masters lives. Those that take this ribbon are highly attentive and can notice slight details in all things. However this also translates into a fervor for their own emotions as many artist thrive off of such burning needs within themselves.

-Pink- In the past, Pink was the most common form of slave especially among all houses. They are trained with the most essential means of "tending" to their masters needs. These are the most personal form of slave that someone can possibly own and the training with witch they are given is nothing short of conditioned. Though because of such a personal nature that their lives take in the hands of a master, many of these slaves are given rigorous mental conditioning, making them wholly dependent on their master and loyal to a fault.

-Red- One of the hardest to control and contain, those bearing a red ribbon are ones found with an intense inner fire and some of the most unwilling to be controlled. It is these who are sent into a life of pain and destruction, as many masters have found that prize fighting certain slaves is a rather lucrative method to making money. There are those places in Amesha were such arenas can be found, however Raven Home possesses its own coliseum to host such events. Though this path is most looked down upon by many of the houses inhabitants, even by Kenner himself. Though even the most powerful must bend to the will and demands of their own clientele.

-Black- Even before the shrinking of the slave industry, there were many who would not deal in such trades. Those of the most exotic breeds and powerful monsters are known to exist within this classification of slave. They tend to be physically powerful, or highly intelligent and destructive. Coming from lands far from mortal eyes or even coming from other planes of existence. There is talk that the head Warden within Raven Home, Kenner's second, is actually one such creature and in fact was once his own slave.

Rules

-No god Mod, or meta gaming. I.e Using information at your disposal that your character would otherwise not know.
-Two characters max per player and they can be of any race, gender, orientation that you desire. However the more exotic races will be met with some drawbacks, just a fair warning.
-Anything starts to happen that breaks RPGs rules, we will fade to black, or take it to PMs.
-Any arguments get started, they should be handled swiftly in the OOC or in PM. We all come here for fun, so there is no reason to stir the pot.

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"A dragon is not a slave."

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The birds were annoying, but after Kenner's explanation they were no longer interesting.

Akhira hated how he could see into her mind so easily. To see her hope and how she wanted to be free. It made her even more anxious. This Being before her was old and ancient, and far too incomprehensible for her to really map into what she thought of the world. Except, he did seem to help her with her illness, at least for the moment. She immediately pulled her hand away when he touched it; She had never liked physical contact in this form. Her attempt to block his sight had been of pure panic and would never happen again.

Akhira tilted her head so that her hair would cover her eyes, and bit her bottom lip with her canines. She had had enough of this strange dream and wanted it to be over. The odd fight on her way here, the way this all seemed to be happening, like a kick to the stomach. She was now a possession in this Primordial One's mind and he would never take her seriously it seems. After all, I'm just a child in his mind.

Anger at her inability to change this form filled her. It was a bad mixture of pain, hatred and anger all swirling inside her, this time directed back at herself. It was this form that seemed to make all the others view her as nothing but a beautiful thing to be taken, stolen or fought for... even be coddled and treated like an adorable doll by the female humans. It all irritating.

Akhira looked to city, whereupon she saw the glint of rooftops and Windows in the distance. She felt that in some small way, Kenner was lying to her. Could what is really lost be regained? No. How could he say all this to her and expect her to believe it? A dark emotion welled up in her chest, made her teeth sharpen instinctively, breaking through What LOOKED like the skin of her lip to show the light from under her flesh. "Fine, but can I go back to my room, I can start doing whatever it is you assign me to tomorrow."

She was sure of it somehow, this place would choke her slowly until all her hope was gone. Captivity, even one as spacious as this, was still Captivity.

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Kennor looked down at the young dragon and smirked, her internalized feelings playing across on he face as he watched.

He slowly looked away as he flicked his hand, causing the birds to scatter in short order.
"You can return to your room if you'd like, I have no problem with letting you go out into the world either. Just so long as you are back within these walls before the sun sets tonight." He places his hand at her back, and slowly starts to guide her back into the building. The two of them walking down the hall that they took before, with bodies moving aside for them as they made their way. "Maybe in time things will change for you, but that is entirely up to whether you want them to or not." They both stopped at a section of metal doors, ones that she could recognize as those that let them move between floors. He paired off in front of her before saying his piece to her "I am going to leave you to your own devices for now, just return to the main floor and ask a maid to take you to your room. They will also be willing to help you in any fashion you see fit, so don't hesitate to ask." He turns at continues to walk down the hall, with only a small pat on her head to say a small farewell.

Only for his voice to wring out before she loses site of him around a corner. "Many of them are more than willing to serve.

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He observed their sounds carefully. Words, sounds given interpretation. Could the meaning change based on the listener?

What struck his interest were the words of his essence. Of his shell they spoke. Of his freedom they pondered.

It was a whimsical fantasy indeed. Often he pondered what freedom even meant, at least whenever his old master wasn't listening. Those were the days alright. Had they ever gone away?

"Freedom, not of the skin but of the sound? It sounds quite interesting indeed. I am curious but the shell who is Babble also, well..."


While Misha stared into his rather unfocused eyes with her own unnatural irides he had stood mostly still, as if he was unaware of what she was even doing. All of a sudden however, just as he cuts the voice's own sentence off his once tightly sealed lips fell open. His head rocked back, staring up at the ceiling while his jaw hung wide open. From his mouth a distant sound started to emerge. A terrible white noise approached, gradually growing louder until it was painful to the ears of those listening. Deep from within the harsh buzzing noise was a faint, unfamiliar voice. It spoke though it was barely audible, like a calm whisper in a rain storm.

"What about me?"

What little of it could be heard was a weak, gentle voice. It was kind of weird and pathetic sounding, kind of fitting for a strange deranged looking mop of a fellow he was. Just as Babble had never opened his mouth to speak a single word before he did not need to move his mouth to form the words which crackled from his throat.


And just like that he shut his mouth, bringing both the voice and the static enshrouding it to a sudden silence. With the motion of him swallowing an audible gulp could be heard as he swallowed the voice, trapping it in his chest like so many other things. What he couldn't swallow however was the body's own fear of death. Not after what the old master promised him.

"Yes, what about him? As our old master once said, death is no escape. We are promised a place in hell, anchored well is our spirit. We have seen it. Neither of us want to return."

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"I am going to leave you to your own devices for now, just return to the main floor and ask a maid to take you to your room. They will also be willing to help you in any fashion you see fit, so don't hesitate to ask."

Akhira blew out a breathe of smoke, the look of intense concentration on her face as she attempted to focus on his words. This time from her sudden interest in exploring the... Castle?

What was it even called? She felt that calling it a 'Castle' did not fit. The word simply did not suit it.

Wandering thoughts leading her astray, Akhira refocused on Kenner... and was irritated with how he patted her on the top of her head before taking off. The simple gesture normally wasn't enough to bring out her bad side or even stop her thought processes but... Because it was Kenner, it made her halt completely in her thoughts so that she could look up at Him, an innocently questioning expression on her face watching him leave.

"Many of them are more than willing to serve."

Akhira blinked and stewed silently grumbling at the way this Primordial One had the ability to distract her... And probably the whole world if he wanted to. The way Kenner is and the idea that he could distract anyone resulted with a small growl that should anyone have heard and known why she growled, would think the situation to be quite humorous.

Akhira shook her head and tried to focus, really focus on what she was supposed to be doing. The metal doors, yes, the metal doors. WAIT! METAL DOORS?!

She really blinked her eyes, staring at the metal doors in complete silence, shocked at the challenge of these metal doors.

***

The silence.... was interrupted by a distressed whining that came from a very, very distressed Dragon-Child who was standing with her forehead pressed against the doors, her right fist weakly hitting the door. The complete image of a dejected dragon that has tried everything short of ripping them apart with her immense strength.

Akhira knew they transported people between floors but... she hadn't paid attention at all to how to work these things. And she had only spent sparse amounts of time in places as crowded as this. Besides, BlackFire had done everything that involved being in contact with humans.

THIS IS FRUSTRATING. She did not feel hatred for the doors, no, she was not even angry.... just very frustrated. Plus, it was very humiliating. A dragon trumped by a couple of metal doors.... Very humiliating indeed.

But perhaps, she could find her way back to the place of healers?

Luckily, that She was still capable of. Using her nose, and her memory of having run through here with Kenner, she made good time on her way back to the place of Healers. Now then...

She saw the Insect from before. Nadiya. Letting out a breath of pent up frustration, Akhira walked up from behind her, and remembering what Kenner had said about the caring being real... poked the Human to get her attention and, "You are Nadiya, correct?"

"I wanted to apologize for my ghastly behavior, earlier. I hope you can forgive me, I am a dragon after all."


Maybe she was laying it on a bit thick.

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Nadiya nodded in understanding, feeling a pang of sympathy as Philippe explained their task and some of the people she'd come across in doing so. Of course, this being the infirmary, she wasn't surprised to hear that there would be very sick or distraught individuals among them. Steeling herself for a moment, the young woman reminded herself of the need to remain calm, soothing, and positive in front of patients. They were looking to the ones caring for them to be helped after all!

Whenever someone needed a towel, Nadiya was more than willing and ready to replace an old one with a fresh new one, smiling gently at everyone she passed. It was easily apparent that Philippe was a welcome and soothing presence to the many patients, more so than anything else it seemed. The number of patients was also more than she expected, though she supposed it made sense with how big the household was.

Philippe's words brought Nadiya from her thoughts, the peasant girl smiling as a warm and happy feeling filled her chest at the friendly and encouraging statements. "Thank you miss Philippe. I'm happy to be accepted here, and I shall do my best! I still have a lot to learn, but I hope to learn quickly." she answered, continuing to follow the young girl until the task was finished.

Eventually, the task was completed, and they were back where they started, having gone around to all the patients for the time being. Ready to follow Philippe and any new task to be assigned to her, Nadiya was suddenly met with a very unexpected prodding. Turning to face whoever it was that was seeking her attention, she was surprised to find the dragon girl from before.

Nadiya was glad to see the young woman seemed to physically be ok, and she smiled as the unique being addressed her by name. She hadn't realized the dragon had cared to recall it.
"Yes I am. I'm sorry, but I don't recall hearing your name." she replied, looking a bit sheepish at the end. She wished to address the dragon properly, after all.

The apology earned a look of surprise, the words completely unexpected. After all, the dragon girl seemed so against being in her presence earlier, and Nadiya had felt as though she had been nothing but a bother to the mysterious being. It seemed so sudden a change. But then again, Nadiya wasn't familiar with those of magical affinity. And perhaps dragons really were moody at first. Regardless, the apology and the reason for it's suddeness didn't cause much concern. Smiling again, Nadiya felt a small bubble of happiness at seeing the dragon again. She wondered if perhaps she still had a chance to befriend the girl.

"Oh, it's perfectly alright. I'm sorry if I had offended or upset you earlier. I was worried that you may have been hurt, especially with how those brutes treated you. Putting you into a cage of all things!" Nadiya frowned at the thought, still upset that such people existed. Shaking the thought off, she returned her focus to the dragon before her.

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"Yes I am. I'm sorry, but I don't recall hearing your name."

Akhira made a sound of surprise, and a perplexed look appeared on her face.
My name? Oh, that's right... And yet, she saw the weird look on Nadiya's face. The insect was smiling. And her sight of the human woman brightened for some reason. It's not like her view of the human changed, but, perhaps, this was the 'caring' part of the girl showing itself. Just as Kenner had said. This caring part of her is at least real.

But does she really deserve to know my name?


"Oh, it's perfectly alright. I'm sorry if I had offended or upset you earlier. I was worried that you may have been hurt, especially with how those brutes treated you. Putting you into a cage of all things!"

The perplexed look on Akhira's face only grew, making her truly doubt this Human's ability to have survived to her current age. A soft human. The next words out her mouth were were monotonous, "They did it to protect themselves. From me. They were smart to do so. But if such actions disgust you and are appalling... How have your survived? For that is the way of this world." Akhira looked to the side, her fangs showing as her inner fire rose in temperature. "This world is cruel, unforgiving and it stamps out all innocence. It takes everything that gives you happiness. To eat or be eaten."

She was not angry, but her words were filled with a strange... form of misery? No, whatever it was, Akhira herself did not know what it was, or even bothered to think about it. It was too human like to be pondering her existence. At least, right now it was.

She licked her fangs... and remembered why she had come here. Yes, she was... not lost. But certainly not in the right place either. "You can call me Frigga today." She smiled, and hid the sharpness of her happiness at creating a game to place with this human. Not that she'd tell Nadiya she was being made to partaken of her game or anything like that. No, she'd see how long it would take.

But speaking of name games and the like, did Kenner know her name? No, not likely, nor does that poor excuse of a dragon, Faust. At least my name still belongs to me, and only me. She let out a sigh of relief, and twisted her form around so that she twirled about for a moment. Then, she stopped and looked up at Nadiya, "Well, bye." She took off walking in a different direction then she had entered from in. She wanted to explore this place more, since it was after all to be her prison... and maybe her tomb.

Time passed for her as she walked down the hallways, darting about to hide when a maid or guard appeared to walk by. She wasn't exactly sneaking about or causing trouble... just trying to find a way back to her room without encountering those metal doors. Yes, that's right. She's not taking advantage of the situation to explore places Kenner doesn't want her to see.

Eventually, she found some stairs and she, of course, began to walk up them. She saw no windows really, or anything of the type to suggest she was nearing the outer edges of the castle. If anything, traipsing about the castle began to confuse her and after some time, realized she really was lost. She had gone up some stairs and started walking around the next level where the stairs ended but then she took a few turns and there were some stairs, which she took but then it took her to different level. To her it seemed like it was going up but then suddenly she found herself in a corridor that only held storage rooms??? So she went back down and continued in a different directions, found more stairs and took them to a different portion of the castle, or so it seemed.

And finally, she found something truly amazing. She found a place of books, a library. She didn't really care to really look or take in the details, just inhaling the smells of paper, ink and leather covers. Yes, a place such as this was familiar. Especially since her mentor, BlackFire had loved such places, often inhabiting one for days. She moved about like a sloth, she was tired, and hungry, but sleep took precedence. So, with drooping eyes, she found a dark corner of the library and began to unceremoniously dump books from the nearest shelves to sleep on... in... and under.... Somehow, she had unknowingly created a nest for herself from books. Yes, this was familiar... A small purring soon began to emit from underneath pile of books, a dragon's version of snoring, perhaps.

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The two women looked on at the young man before them, a short silence following his reaction to the question. The younger one spouting a question before much else could happen. "Is he alright? Because he doesn't seem as well put together as the last few.. the poor darling." She reached forward and began to tussle with Babble's hair for a moment. He in turn could feel the extension of nails being drawn across the top of his scalp. "Why don't you do something for the poor soul, and see if you can make it better?"

Chlorra shrugged for only a moment before returning. "Doing so would be a vast overreach for me, you know that. Not to mention that rules must always be observed here, and he may not even be able of surviving my kind of help." The two shared a dejected sigh for a second before returning their attention to the man seated before them.

Nadiya
After Nadiya & Akhira had finished their conversation, the young dragon retreated from the infirmary. Leaving the Nadiya there to bask in the slight awkwardness of what had just occurred, when a small hand reached up to touch her shoulder.

It at was the hand of Phillipe as she had step out from her vantage point on the conversation, to talk to Nadiya about the abrupt visit she just received. "I see you are quick to make new friends, and with dragons no less." She said as she sat a large bowl on the edge of the center table. "She seemed nice, aside from that usual air of superiority that her kind are more well known for having." A mention that coaxes a small laugh from the child as she collects several herbs for mixing.
Nadiya could see that she was picking out several small ingredients meant for numbing pain, and promoting the healing of wounds. With quick movements she ground several shares of the ingredients into a fine paste into the bottom of the bowl, and hefted it up for Nadiya to take. "We have one last patient to see to today, and then you will be free to enjoy the rest of your day doing what you like." She said as she sat the bowl into Nadiya's hands, and picked up a small roll of linen before leading her off. Talking as they walked down the large hall once again "As with most places, you will get used to much of the work you will be doing within the house.. especially given time."

The two moved through that section of the house, and as they moved Nadiya could tell that the morning had been far gone since she had woken up today. The light outside the few windows that she could see, was growing dull and muted.

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Akhira
The time she spent under those books was undetermined, all she knew was that she was sleeping better then she had managed to do for a long time now. Follow by sweet, and reminiscent dreams that she had not been able to enjoy for some time.

She could feel the sun of the open sky on her scales as she lay in the center of a sweetly scented field, the only time she could remember in history that she could afford a leisurely moment. The weather was nice, and calm, not a problem was to be had from the humans or her own kind, and even the words of her mentor were far behind her as an afterthought.

Her form had splayed out in the center of a patch of soft grass, her wings stretching out to catch more of the mid-day sun. Only for her eyes to slide open when she rolled her head, and felt a greasy wetness cover her cheek, and her senses became assaulted by a sudden change in the dream.

She was now in her human form, set upon her knees in the mud of a now vastly barren field. The feeling was disheveling for she could not remember changing her form, and her body was now far colder then she could possibly believe it could even have been. A quiet feeling encroached upon her from all around, as the world was now covered in a fog that easily obscured her view from all around. She could hear all manner of voices and sounds from within that heavily obscuring mist.
She looked down to see that the puddle her knees had sunk into was not entirely mud. Several red pooling stains could be seen clinging to her flesh, and as she looked bodies littered sections of the field that she could barely make out. Limbs, and faces jutting out from the corpulent soil as evidence of a recent battle.

A warm glow began to emit from the mist ahead of her, grabbing her attention. She looked up just in time to see its source be struck several yards, careening closer towards her. Succeeding in causing a large armored form to push though the outer mist, and skid along the muddy earth. She saw now what they source of the light was, it was this being. A large human looking woman donned in grimy silver armor, several cuts dotting the pale skin of her face, and bearing hair as silvery white as her armor had once been. It cascaded down her back, flowing past two massive wings that were jutting from two large slits in her armor.

This was the source of the light Akhira had seen. This woman's hair, skin, and wings all poured out a soft light that warmed the surrounding area. Her wings more so then the rest, as the tips of her plumage were bathed in flame that flickered with an ever increasing intensity. She took her stance not far from the young dragon and rubbed her bleeding face, flinging the excess to the ground. On contact the blood caused several flowers to rise though the mud, slightly blooming right before Akhira's eyes.

She scrambled in the mud for only a quick instance and retrieved an already stained, ruined blade from some soul that came before her, and took a defensive stance on the spot. Her wings curled down as if in anticipation, and Akhira quickly noticed a deep pit growing in the base of her stomach as she could hear heavy steps approaching though the mist.
A second armored figure, and a second woman at that. Though this one was strutting as it walked, barely phased by the current nature of things, and giving off a dark miasma as it strode into view. Aside from the feeling in her stomach, Akhira could see the flowers so freshly born before her start to wilt and crumble under the weight of its dying petals.

What came next as the dark figure sprinted in, giving the bright one very little time to react was hard to tell. It was a speed that Akhira had barely seen even in her waking hours, ending with a burst of crimson red bathing her face. Her eyes winced open to see the bright one pulled apart like a soft rag doll, only to fall in place before her. The bright woman's blood bathing her in the same soft feeling as her glow, only for it to die as easily as she did in the end.

The growing puddle before her revealed something as she looked down and saw the dark robed form of a woman in the black armored figures reflection. It was a figure that she could easily recognize from her short time within Raven Home, and that knowledge made her teeth grit from realization of who she was looking at... and like that it was over.


Akhira's eyes cracked open with the realization that her sleep was over, only to find that she was now sitting in a rather large leather chair. A thick blanket had been draped over her form, and a treat of sorts had been placed on a platter to the left of her. Complete with a cup of what looked to be warm tea, smelling of lite mint, and two cubes of sugar with a spoon.

Three of the maids were quietly working, placing the books back on shelves, and meticulously placing them back into each ones own place. The three of them working in unison was a site to behold to say the least of it. They had even managed to get her out from under all of that, and place her into a comfortable position before they got to work.

"So I see your finally awake." A voice to the right of her spoke out, only for her eyes to veer over and see a thin, gloved hand lay down an identical cup of tea to her own. Though the other chair next to her was obscuring the other features of the speaker at the moment. Aside from the tone and hand, Akhira would have to guess female, but her other senses were failing to give her any other information.

"Might I ask what made you think multiple volumes of Hildan literature would make good bedding?"

"Even I've been known to sleep with a good book under my pillow... back when I slept at least. But I think you were taking it a tad too far."

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Akhira's nose wrinkled as she let out small yawn, revealing enlarged canines, as well as many sharp teeth one could associate with a reptile. Yet, the scene was adorable since her eyes were squinting and her ruffled bed head just somehow.... brought out how pale her skin was. Her blue eyes even made her more ethereal in a sense. "So I see you're finally awake."

"Might I ask what made you think multiple volumes of Hildan literature would make good bedding?"

"Even I've been known to sleep with a good book under my pillow... back when I slept at least. But I think you were taking it a tad too far."


Akhira cocked her head to the side, and her pupils became slits as she tried to take in more details. Alas, it did her no good and so, she pushed the blanket off and suspiciously sniffed the cup of minty tea before placing it back down. Instead she took the cubes of sugar and munched on them... it would do her no good in the long run, but oh well. "My mentor used to bring me on his trips to the library. I used to fall asleep from the dullness of it all, and I used the books as a nest since there were nothing but books there."

In reality, when she first started doing this, she used to try to bring in plants, branches and hay to sleep on but.... BlackFire had snapped at her and notified her on how that that behavior was improper. Yet, she couldn't help it and one day, tried to strip so that she could sleep on her clothes.... even that behavior was not allowed. Every behavior that was natural for Akhira had been prohibited in Human society, so she decided to use books for a nest. At least she didn't get in trouble for it by BlackFire.

She glanced back at the beings returning her nesting material to their proper place on the shelves, wondering if they were puppets. "Are you the Book Keeper here?"

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The sound of hairs being tussled were like a hurricane spilling onto the trees.

The sound of nails on his scalp were like a steel rake dragged across the surface of a leather hide.

All much too close, much too loud. Not that he could argue, not that he had a say. He suffered, that much was simply fact.

"Is he alright? Because he doesn't seem as well put together as the last few.. the poor darling. Why don't you do something for the poor soul, and see if you can make it better?"

If he wanted to say anything it would need to wait. He did not wish to interrupt their conversation. Nothing he had to contribute would be so valuable he'd have any right to interject. This was a lesson learnt in pain. A lesson learnt in days past.


"Doing so would be a vast overreach for me, you know that. Not to mention that rules must always be observed here, and he may not even be able of surviving my kind of help."

They relinquished their hopes of experimenting on the poor fools mind with a despairing sigh. He hadn't meant to bring them down by simply being. Simply being was what he simply did. Simply being as he simply was. They turned their focus on him, the spotlight now illuminating the man with the crooked smile. The child with the bric-a-brac mind took the stage.

He simply grinned his odd little grin. In the air they could faintly hear the distant sound of some sailor lazily humming an old sea shanty. There wasn't really all too much reason as to why he picked that sound. Perhaps it was because it was among the many sounds he absorbed on his way to the manor. Perhaps it was just because it was. Meaning mattered little, silence was simply not the order of today's menu. If he could he'd eat nothing but silence.

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A small chuckle followed as Akhira could see the gloved hand lift a cup of tea from their lap to their face, as it was hidden behind the edge of the chair. A hollowed slurp for the owner to lean out with the cup still daintily pressed against what one might consider her mouth.

The figure was covered, entirely in a strange form fitting garment that was composed of smooth brown leather, and stitched tightly around every edge. The eyes being covered with rimmed lenses of dense glass, and the mouth was concealed by a vented grill that range a metallic tone along with the feminine voice behind it.

"No, I do love this library though. Not to mention the maids are always so friendly with everyone.." The figure leans further forward, as the group of maids begin to lightly laugh between one another. An inside joke that Akhira was not aware of as of yet it seemed, only for the last of the books to be placed back into their original place.
So with their task done, the maids gathered together to check the room before departing, only one remaining at the figures side as she continued to sip her tea. "I am Alia by the way, this is my handler Peach." The maid to her side gives a very astute curtsey, spreading the hem of her dress before standing straight. Not speaking, with her face covered by the same brand of veil the others used. However the ribbon on her arm was both white, and pink on both halves.

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Akhira cocked her head at the hidden joke, wondering if someday, she too would know what they were joking about. Just the idea of it filled her to brim with anger, although it wasn't as amplified as it had been before Kenner had... helped her earlier.

She fiddled with the cup of tea on the armrest of the chair, and resorted to counting backwards from 100 in her mind. While, it was fascinating to meet Alia and her Peach, Akhira was wondering about the dream she had. In fact, she wondered about a great many things before she spoke again, not caring that she had not returned Alia's politeness in giving her a name for this little bi-colored form of hers. "How did you come to be here?"

She wanted to know, now, what the opinion of a possible prisoner like her, truly thought about this place. Of Kenner and Necromancer of a servant. Of how they were... like a shelf of limited edition books put out to be gawked at like the collection of exotic beings they were, each telling a different story but somehow, all ending up here. It didn't fit Akhira's personality at all. She was going to get bored with it soon, she was sure of it, even if she did submit to Kenner and just do what she was told like the dutiful servant Peach appeared to be. Or even if, someday, she did find joy here. It would surely never last.

"What do you really think of this place?

Akhira quickly became tired again and thought back on what Kenner had told her. Perhaps, if she stayed here in the library he would not notice her absence and forget about her entirely.

The idea appealed to her, since she found herself liking this odd creature that was Alia and how she could see herself having future conversations with such a being. In some way, she reminded her of BlackFire and his love for books. But either way, she was sure Alia could not stay here forever, and so Akhira would do what she been found doing there earlier. Sleep. She conjured up a mental image of such a future where she never left the library, content to stay and slumber upon piles and piles of books, left to hibernate her life away. It was an idea that filled her with a toasty warmth that made her want to snuggle back into the chair.

If only.

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At the question of how Alia had come to Raven Home, she stopped for a moment as she was sipping on her tea once more. Peach was quick to fill the cup from a small pot that was behind her on a small tray, with a quick and repeatedly practiced movement.

Alia finishes a second sip before placing the cup back on its little plate and leaning toward Akhira and speaking "Several of the beings you will find in this house are rather guarded about where it was they come from." She ran her hand across the book in her lap as she turned it over on its edges. " I come from a land far to the north, one in which I and my siblings were scribes before being discovered by the master."

She shudders for a moment in what Akhira could conceivably see as a convulsion. With a small stream of liquid beginning to run from the grill over Alia's mouth and with little hesitation Peach is there. With a hand on Alia's back and a small pursed napkin to wipe away what she could find. "I always forget myself when I am entertaining guest.. my apologies" Peach finishes and steps back into her normal position.

"I love it here, this place is my home and I would not give it up for anything. Not even for a chance to go back to my homeland."

"Should I take it that you're not taking to this new home?"

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Chlorra walks around Babble after removing her hand and slides a small stool up closer towards him and sits.

"He is aware, though I don't know if he has what it takes to be an individual. I am just wondering if the master really intends to just keep him, or free him if he doesn't prove to be worth the investment." Mish walks around their shoulders as she sidled up towards Agni for a moment, helping to adjust some of her garments that were giving her a small issue as she began to protest.

"I don't think I have ever seen him do such a thing, are you sure that the master would do such a thing if this was really necessary?"

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As the winds battered the sea born craft coming from the southern channels and the sun began to reach lower towards the horizon. The ship chartered by its passengers and manned by its crew, was making its pass into the peninsula of the kings blade and cleared the entrance into the massive body of water.

Alexander had been siting on the second deck of the ship, watching as the land was the land passed off the side of the bow and as the colors of fish darted by with every minute. Having come out from his rather cramped cabin earlier to write a new tune that had caught his fancy. The last hours of the folding twilight had caught his attention and he had been occupied with watching the crew work.

Though ahead of him, he could see the shadowed colossus of his destination coming into view. Is mass shunting out of the side of the cliff wall, stabbing into the sky from his perspective. With a gaping maw at its base that had been half consumed by the ocean and he could just barely see the motion of work, taking place within its hollowed frame.
This trip up the straight had taken a week, but his destined home was on the rise and he could see that several of the crew had been murmuring throughout the morning about making their scheduled stop there. Seeing as that he was set to be there, was possibly the same fact that kept him so relatively unmolested this whole time. Though from talk onboard, he could gather that he was not the only passenger due for a stop here as well.

It was that time when a cabin boy dropped into his view from the upper deck and approached him, holding out a piece of paper. Most likely his receipt for the trips completion. With that the young man suggested it would be a good time to gather his things and prepared to disembark when they made anchor.
With that, he left Alexander. Completely disappearing under the edge of the second deck as he moved on to his next stop.

Selakir
It had been over a week since the young elf had been loaded into her narrow cage. The chains swaying and clacking against the edges of the virtual row of cages aligned of the shits hull. Her eyes having only seen the suns light at small glimpses through the grates of the upper decks grating and the only other person she has seen was the deck hand who fed her. Her temporary home here with several other creatures, stored here like livestock in the wake of a slaughter.

Though, after the first few days even the smell of this place had seemed to disappear. Until the rain brought with it that same smell in turn, sloshing it with the rest of the filth down in this hold.

She could hear the rattle of work pouring into the upper decks, as chains and mooring lines were getting pulled through in preparation for their landing and the anticipation of what was to come was building in her spine. Even the sparse few creatures that inhabited this place with her were acting more lively, as if they too could feel the anticipation building into an ever growing bubble that would eventually burst.

The noise was culminated in with two hands who came down the far end of the hold. One carrying a length of leather cord and the other carrying one as well, save for the metallic prod he kept gripped in the other. Though as she had seen in the past days, this item was not solely meant for one like herself. As she was quickly reminded when he used to prod to keep a large cat like creature at bay from its own cage.

The front of her cage swung wide as the man reached in with a thick, callused hand and drew hard on her arm. Getting her closer, the cord was synched around her neck and she was pulled from the cage with a hard jerk of both holds.
As she was lifted up to her feet, the young of the two men rand his hand across the skin of her back. The relative disrepair of her outfit had almost reduced it to rags. She could already tell that he was suggesting some rather disgusting things, even though his tongue was not one known to her and the older mans response was not a relief. He seemed to object to the act, simply on the basis of her current condition.

The young man took center to her view as the older laughed and he spoke "You.. follow with.. us"
"No.. make.. problem"
The broken speech was that of the lower isles, but vastly damaged by his inability to speak it and from the smell. A few pints of something so heavily fermented, that it could curl the nose on a rock.

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"He is aware, though I don't know if he has what it takes to be an individual. I am just wondering if the master really intends to just keep him, or free him if he doesn't prove to be worth the investment."

A strange turn their conversation had taken. Like a hard rock concert suddenly giving way to a gentle harp melody kind of strange. The words 'Free him' came off as unusual to his ears. Perhaps they were now talking of someone else? There was no one else in the room. What might of possessed them to conjure forth such a non-sequitur? He tilted his head quizzically, the humming coming to a slow fade out.

"I don't think I have ever seen him do such a thing, are you sure that the master would do such a thing if this was really necessary?"

What thing? Does the master not free people often? Less thoughts and more feelings ending on a quizzical note filled his silly noggin. He had no notion of being freed himself but if the fellow they were now discussing had a chance of seizing his own destiny it would be a marvelous thing to see. A slave given the reigns to his own life back, the kind of story you only hear in fairy tales.

"Who..." The voice started as Chlorra's despite the pain it evoked to to those that could listen. "Might he free?" The voice flowed into Misha's own as the sentence concluded.

A slave given freedom. Like a bird given flight. Quite a sight.

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He had worried the journey would make him motion sick. He was not used to boats. Carriages, yes but a journey on the water? No. The wind had battered them and as he sat, watching the crew work Alexander had been composing a song inspired by the wind. His fingers moved to music that only played in his head.

Soon he would write it out, play it for real. Soon.

He itched to feel the strings under his finger tips. He felt a longing for the wood on his skin that he could never really explain to another person.

Earlier he had finished another song, this one based on the sound of the water on the hull of the ship. Now it was the wind that spoke to him. Music was everywhere. The desire to create, compose and to play so strong that it pushed out everything else from Alexander’s mind.

He could not wait to arrive. His knew home, his new master and patron. It was all he needed, someone to see to it that he was taken care of in return for his music. His eyes were on the land. It too inspired a desire for a new song but he focused on the wind for that one was not yet done.

There would be time to write numerous stories about the land.

A figure appeared before him though at first Alexander barely noticed. When he was composing it was as if he no longer saw that all his senses retreated away. He needed all his energy to focus on the song. His fingers still moved as the boy approached.

The sound of another’s voice so close was almost grating and terrible to his ears. He had been listening to the song in his mind and the boy had interrupted him.

“Oh, yes..of course…” It was mumbled as Alexander took the paper and retreated once more to his room.

He paused to look at the ink drying on the page. His song of the sea was done and while he wanted to sit and write out this new one there was no time. Alexander packed up everything else he owned though it was very little. A few sparse pieces of clothes that fit in a small trunk along with his music, blank pages and writing utensils. His harp, his beloved was secured below.
The newest composition was rolled, ink now set and Alexander left the room. He stood, waiting to leave the ship, trunk in hands. He wanted to tell them to be careful when they unloaded his beloved but they were busy. He had paid his last coin to ensure she was moved carefully.

His new home rose up before them. Intimidating, stark but Alexander didn’t care. He was already lost in the music in his head once more.
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Selakir

Curled up on her side was the most comfortable position in her little cage. It was hard as she was taller than some of the others in the cages but she managed.

Not that it mattered. A hole felt like it had opened up in her body. She did not know what to do without her master. He had been her whole world for as long as she could really remember. Despite the fact that others spoke so ill of him, Selakir had never found that. Yes, he could be hard or mean if one did not behave properly but that was not his fault.

He was gone though. They were all gone but the others did not matter as much as he did. What would she do without him.
Selakir ached to be told what to do. The loss of order in her life was hard. It was all she had ever known. All she wanted was a new master, a new reason to live. Would this one be like her master?

What would become of her?

That feeling of hopelessness sat heavy in her body. She ate when told, moved when told but it was necessity, not purpose.
Selakir propped herself up as the cage opened. She was pulled forward and she did not resist. The feeling of the hand on her arm reminded her that she was alive. The cord that tightened on her neck reminded her that she would have a new master. Her eyes looked up at the man as he pulled her from the cage.

They moved her like she was a rag doll and Selakir did not fight them. She was malleable, compliant until the hand moved on the skin of her back.

No. He was not allowed to touch her like that. Only her master could do that. Only her master could allow any to touch her in that way. Not him. He did not have permission.

She tried to shrink away from the touch. It was not right, she could be punished and he surely should be.

The older man’s laughter scared her as Selakir didn’t understand what they were saying. She feared now that they were not at the place of her new master. What if they-

She whimpered a little as he told her in staggered speech to follow and not to cause trouble. Selakir nodded, just a little. The man had been drinking and she feared now that he would do the things his touch had suggested.

Tears dripped quietly from her eyes as she followed him.

She wished her master was here to protect her. She wished she knew that these men understood that she was for her master and her master alone. Selakir was shivering as she followed.

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As the bucking of the waves subsided and the winds began to die with each passing moment the ship pulled into Raven Homes harbor. The enclosed nature of the structure began to dim with light, as less natural sources were available. Were it not for the sun being higher on the horizon, the available light would be more pronounced. For now however, sconces had been lit on the pier to produce more then enough light on their own.

Large gangplanks had been slid across the open water, once mooring lines had been secure. In order to bridge the boat and pier together, which were fast being used to move all manner of items back and forth.

Though people were moving in such a degree, Alexander was the only one to be disembarking it seemed. He was brought lead up toward the neck of the pier and could see that there was a small gather of people ahead. Two armed guards conversing out of earshot and a man that he could only describe as a butler, going by how he was dressed. Though he had in his hands a ledger and thanks to the amount concealment his garb implemented. It was hard to tell more beyond the aspect of this person being a man. White silken cloth had been pulled over both hand and head to conceal their features in a rather drastic measure.

Even the guards were the same in their own way, with masked helmets and gloves to conceal even the color of their skin. Though one was more stylized then the other in the make of their suit. It was this one that noticed and greeted Alexander as he approached.

""Welcome to Raven Home my friend." He looks back at the butler who turns the ledger for him to see, on which Alexander can see was comprised of rather dense writing. Also illegible from even a close inspection, he would could only hazard a guess. The guard returns their gaze and follows "Alexander I presume?
We were expecting you earlier today, though the heavy weather had other intentions it seems."
He added this with a low laugh as the guard began to remove his mask and to Alexander's surprise. The face did not seem to match the voice, as when the helmet slid back it released folds of golden brown hair and a face that he would be hard pressed to say was anything of the typical masculine guard.

"I am Captain Stern of the house guard" He gives a slight motion towards the other guard who nods and then continues on their way. "Just one more and we can begin with getting you both situate..." Stern stops in his words looking past Alexander as a heavily displeased look run across his face.

The reason for this becomes apparent as he sees a women pushed slightly ahead of him, by two of the sailors from the ship. Though he had never seen her before, the state she was in showed that she had been on that ship longer then he had been and it was possible that she was one of the reasons. That he and other passengers at the time, were not allowed below deck.

It was obvious to see that the men had been poking and prodding her all the way up the pier, as to stoke their own amusement and the look on Stern's face could spell his displeasure about the situation.

Babble

As soon as those words left Babbles mouth, he could feel a tightness form around his neck only to be greeted by the knowledge that Chlorra's grip was the cause of this sensation.

"That's enough of that" She kept tightening her grip as her body loomed over him and continued. "Why is it that you continue to do this? Because if memory serves, these voices are not yours to use at your own discretion."

able could feel a churning in his stomach as her hand was firmly wrapped around his neck, like his body was outright revolting against her touch. This coupled with the sensation of his skin crawling at the tips of her fingers was a physical sensation that most others would willingly do without.

"Maybe he is a lost cause?" Misha added, her countenance not taken aback by what was happening.

"He has promise, but if he is incapable of operating within the normal confines of the other house members. Then I think that not even the master could find a real use for him.. such a pity." She added with a slight pout.

Chlorra ran her gaze over Babble, which even now that too had started to make him feel physically uneasy. Though this could have been a sign of her own agitation towards his own actions.

"I think its time a more drastic measure is to be taken.." She says as she runs her other hand over the ribbon on his arm and begins to grip its length with the edges of her fingers. To which the fabric of the ribbon actually begins to move, gliding across his skin and then Babble begins to feel a strange sensation bubble from within himself.

It was hard for him to grasp at first, though as she moved her fingers and held him fast. The feeling began to grow, starting in his chest and emanating out from there.
He began to feel as though he were a lantern and the wick within him was being pulled to a close. With his flame getting ever thinner as she pressed her hand on, turning the ribbon around his arm.

"I think its time you became more acquainted with this mortal coil.
He could feel his reach being limited even more this time, as if all of his power were being pulled inward. A more alien feeling then he could imagined, as if he were becoming something less then what he was.

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Alexander watched as the ship pulled into the harbour. He took a deep breath of the air. His new home. So full of promise and inspiration.

He looked around but like the journey he saw no one that seemed to be a passenger like himself. Everyone was crew and at the moment they were incredibly active. The ship stopped and was moored to the pier. A sense of dread and excitement filled Alexander.

Making his way off the boat he approached group that seemed to be standing by and taking stock of things.

“Greetings. Yes, I am Alexander.” It took a great deal of effort to get his voice to work loud enough to ensure they heard him. He didn’t often just talk. He prefered to speak with his music.

“A pleasure Captain Stern. I did not see another passenger -” He turned to look where Stern’s attention was now focused.

Selakir was shivering, terrified as they led her up and outside. They moved her along the gangplank and towards a group of waiting men.

None looked pleased to see her. Looks of anger, sternness and disgust ranged across their faces. She tried to hide her face, her body from them. Her skin was dirty, hair matted and tangled. Her dress, if it could be called that now was a good wind from falling apart about her feet.

The men who had taken her out of the cage were poking, pushing and silently taunting her as they forced her closer to the men who stood together on the pier.

Some looked like guards. Selakir wondered if they were there to protect or hurt her. Eyes welled with tears. There were other men too but she turned her face away as she walked. Shame washed over her. Without her master she was nothing but dirt it seemed.

Alexander stared as some of the crew were leading, no not leading but pushing and poking a woman towards them. She was clearly a woman, what was left of her dirty dress barely hid her body from them. Her hair hung about her face. Not that it mattered as she did not look at them.

He knew the master here kept others but he never imagined his soon to be patron was cruel as to keep women in such state when they travelled.

Selakir was given a harder push as they got closer to the group and with that she crumpled down to the wood at the captain and Alexander’s feet.

Alexander made a noise of distress as she fell but he was frozen, unable to move to help.

Thin arms pushed the elf woman up as she moved to her knees. Head dropped she knelt before the man with long hair. “Master?”

Her voice was soft.

Alexander looked down in horror at the woman before looking to Captain Stern. “I do not know her. I am not her master, she does not belong to me.” He began to step backwards attempting to distance himself from her.

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The surprised sound and, dare she say- puzzled look on the dragon's face earned a slight tilt of her head, the young woman wondering what she had done to elicit such an expression. Oh well, it was better than anger or any other form of discomfort. But the words coming from the dragon were cool and cynical, earning a slight frown of dismay. "Even so..." she mused softly, only half answering as the dragon continued to speak.

Though the dragon gave her a name, Nadiya had a sinking suspicion it was a mere alias. Especially considering the phrasing; 'You can call me Frigga today.' But even so, the dragon finally gave her a smile. Genuine or strained, Nadiya wasn't too concerned. She was simply happy to have been able to converse with the mysterious female, smiling in spite of her slight puzzlement and waving at the dragon's retreating form.

The blacksmith's daughter nearly let out a soft yelp upon feeling a sudden touch, but refrained from doing so and merely twitched slightly in surprise. Seeing Phillipe, a certain amount of relief filled her conscious, another smile lifting from her lips upon seeing the familiar face. Nadiya gave a sheepish shrug at the comment, wondering if trying to befriend a dragon was really as odd as everyone seemed to be making it out to be. Aside from the fact that she had never before encountered one (and that they were rare as far as her knowledge went,) she saw nothing strange about it. For a moment, she mulled over her brief chat with the dragon girl, but found she couldn't yet fully agree with her guide's assessment. "She did seem nice, though I guess I would seem pretty pathetic compared to a mighty dragon. Perhaps that's it?" Nadiya mused aloud, but immediately returned her attention to Phillipe and the chores at hand upon listening to the youth's instructions. She watched the ingredients being ground to a paste with interest, dutifully taking the bowl and following her current mentor.


Upon passing a window, Nadiya was surprised at how late it had gotten, feeling as though she had only just gotten started. Even at her most productive, she couldn't recall ever feeling like her day went by so smoothly without her notice. Though to be fair, back home most of the time she went in and out frequently throughout the course of a day, and rarely remained indoors for long unless a specific chore required it.

Feeling curiosity bubble inside her (plus, a slight awkwardness she felt when things were too quiet), Nadiya dared to question Phillipe. "Have you lived here your entire life? Have you always had your hand in the healing arts?"
As they walked, she noticed some light coming from the direction of the docks from the corner of her eye. Just before they could pass the window entirely, she slowed down, tempted to peer out through the glass as she wondered what could be going on so late in the evening.

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Nadiya and her young escort had made it through most of the house's wing and were disposing of any soiled rags that were used. Though it was easily followed in step by her, she could see that for Phillipe. The action was very much a practice activity for her and the way she handled patients was with the tenderness of nurse, much later in her years.
The young girl kept a timing in her step as she moved through the house and how she handled her duties. The large braid of her hair, bobbing with the weight of the singular silver ring at its end.

She looked over he shoulder at Nadiya as she was washing her hands and gave very little in the way of hesitation when she answered. "I was born in the Crown city actually. Where my father had lived almost his entire life. She takes finishes washing up and dries her hands before tossing that towel aside. "Though I was well taught in medicine before leaving, I really don't look back on those days if I am to be honest." She begins to fix hers bangs that were starting to become frayed after working. "Father says that I am a prodigy, just like my mother was. Though I never really knew her, I like to think that she and I have at least something in common"

"What about you?" Returning with her own question "Have you always been fond of the practice as well, or was it more of a necessity?"

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The men behind Selakir laughed slightly as one pointed at her toppled form and the other nudged back, though Stern's disappointment in the situation was becoming more evident as they looked on. A fact that quickly put them back in their place when they both noticed his scrutinizing gaze.

The butler at his side, after placing his items down. Came to help the young elven girl back to her feet.
Stern gave her a slightly somber look as he glanced down at her "No my dear, I am not your master." He reached out to take her arm as the butler helped her up from the floor. The cold metal of his gauntleted hand, was far more comforting then the weeks she had spent in captivity.

Her eyes looked back into his, as he slid some of her hair aside. "Welcome home.." He added with a smile, before looking back up at the two sailors and nudging them off with a glance. The younger of the two has some issue with just being shooed away, though the other is verdant in not letting him voice that opinion.

Stern returns his attention to Selakir and begins to look her over slightly, though only at a glance. "My poor girl, I must apologize."

"I was under the impression that better care would be taken with your transportation."
He looks back at Alexander and sighs a small breath of dejection over what has transpired. "I believe that this is the last time we will do business with corsairs from now on." As if to validate the moment, the butler took up his book once more and began to scrawl down several lines across its very first page.

Stern helps to support Salakir for a moment and addresses Alexander
"Despite how things are, I am glad that the two of you have made it. What with the resent events outside being as they are. Most of us were worried that your vessel would never even arrive."

"You can leave your belongings there and we will have them collected, to be sent along to your quarters. As for now, we should go see the master for now and have him meet the two of you."


Stern produces a small cloth, a handkerchief most likely. Pulled from a small open pouch on the edge of his belt and begins to lightly wipe some of the smudged markings from Selakir's neck and face.

"Then, after that. I suggest we get you a nice meal to commemorate the occasion."

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She was so confused. A man helped her up and she shrunk from him. Her arm was taken by another man, the one who was speaking to her. If no one was her master what was she doing here? The hand gently took her arm. It was cold but not hard. He did not squeeze her or cause her pain. Still, if he was not her master then perhaps he should not touch her.

Alexander watched the woman cower into herself. He thought if she could make herself small she would. He found her confusing but the fear and sadness that came off of her in waves pulled at him. There was music in that sadness.

The man before her brushed dirty strands of hair from her face. He smiled at her. There was kindness there. Selakir longed for him to be her master. It would mean his gentle touch and kind words were allowed.

She hung her head as he apologized.

Alexander nodded to Stern. The journey was at times treacherous. I am happy to be here as well." He looked back at the boat. "My harp...great care will be needed to bring it in. "

More care than they took with the other cargo... His eyes moved over the woman though he did not speak his thoughts aloud.

The word master made Selakir's head lift, eyes meeting Stern's face. Her own expression was one of hope. He moved, producing a cloth and wiped at her face. She stood there wide eyed for a moment as he did so.

Alexander was struck with the thought that this woman, this elf was very much like a dog. Perking up at certain words, fearful as if one might strike her nose for making a puddle on the floor. How Stern could even bring himself to touch her was beyond Alexander's comprehension.

"I am excited to meet my patron and a meal would be greatly appreciated." Alexander hoped his social pleasantries were enough. Words and people were not his strength.

He turned to look at what was to be his home. He could see a figure at a window. It appeared to be looking down at them. So there were others. This both pleased and perplexed him. He was grateful that he would not be alone with the elf but others meant a need to socialize and that meant less time with his music.

Selkir stood there as Stern cleaned her face. She was rigid, shaking a little and eyes on his face. Nothing about this was right, nothing felt as it should. Her stomach did rumble so loudly that all could hear it when he mentioned a meal.

Embarrassment flooded her face and she turned away from him.

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"Several of the beings you will find in this house are rather guarded about where it was they come from."

"I come from a land far to the north, one in which I and my siblings were scribes before being discovered by the master."


Akhira fidgeted, picking up one of the sugar cubes on her plate and dropping it again before repeating the behavior. What was it about this place, and Kenner's obsession with collecting odd creatures like Alia and the human Ant, Nadiya?

"I love it here, this place is my home and I would not give it up for anything. Not even for a chance to go back to my homeland."

"Should I take it that you're not taking to this new home?"


Akhira blinked and the scales on her head hummed before turning a dark shade of blue. She stopped bothering the sugar cubes, looking instead at Alia before directing her gaze on Peach. What did it mean? And how could they willingly allow themselves to be settle in one place? It was an unsettling thought for a wild dragon like her to even consider. "I've never stayed in one place long and I doubt I could."

Letting out a sigh of smoke, she took one sip of her tea and left her seat. Why does this suddenly feel different? She walked over to one of the nearby bookshelves, running her hands over the spines. "I'm gonna go now, I apologize for disturbing you." And with that, she left the library to explore more of the castle.

Her sleepy mood of false contentment was gone, now replaced with a sudden urge to move. To ultimately spread her wings and fly far away from here. Instead of doing exactly that, she let out an snarl before taking off at a run, blindly turning corners and leaping up stairs. Only stopping when the feeling of uneasiness that had been stirred up by Alia's question, subsided. It shouldn't bother her, but to some degree, it really question herself and her stay. How long would it take for her to love this place like Alia does?

It was a question that she hoped would never be answered.

"Great, I'm lost." Akhira panted, pressing her forehead against the wall.

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Words spoken left unsaid, sounds made never escaping the lips. Words could never leave his mouth for they were never his words, never his voice. He was Babble but he was also someone who learned to unlearn his own voice. It was for the best, so he told himself.

"That's enough of that" The hand of Chlorra did strangle. His air was shortened, made scarce. "Why is it that you continue to do this? Because if memory serves, these voices are not yours to use at your own discretion."

His frame writhed and squirmed under her grip. He was not fond of dying but death was no stranger. Her presence pierced flesh and cloth but so much unpleasantries remained intact. Not a small few demons had such an effect on him, so he learned quite well during his time locked below, locked in endless circuit made deadly.


"Maybe he is a lost cause?" The one of tight muscle and edged teeth cast the shadow of doubt upon his verdict. "He has promise, but if he is incapable of operating within the normal confines of the other house members. Then I think that not even the master could find a real use for him.. such a pity."

"I think its time a more drastic measure is to be taken.."

At that moment something truly terrible happened. As she fondled the tip of his ribbon the sound within the room resonated with a palpable hiccup. An echo of noise without identity erupted from the damaged frame of the one made strange. Sound was a noise but it also carried with it power, the power to move and even exert weight. For those still slave to the laws of force they would find themselves in point blank range of an echo carrying force, force enough to shatter the layer of smooth stone flooring in the pattern of a ripple. It tore the ground not unlike a stone tearing the surface of a lake, ripples of shattered flooring forming in series of circles enclosed within circles, the damage coming to an immediate halt at an invisible barrier.


The ribbon burned, the edges glowing a faint red as it fought to swallow the brunt of the accidental hiccup that exploded from Babble. At that moment he felt something he had never felt before. While his former master had done well to limit Babble's own range so that he was unable to transmit beyond his own confines there was never a time he found his innate connection to sound dwindle. None had ever weakened him in such a matter.

Such a strange feeling it was. Like fingers that started to shrink in length all of a sudden he could feel his very being start to dwindle. The echo was squashed, dying down into a toothless roar. The air still moved but the area in which it still did shrank with haste. The room was feeling smaller. He was feeling less.

All those who maanaged to hold their ground and remain near could hear as the noise without identity faded, receding into the flesh and blood that only in part belonged to him. His eyes were cross, unfocused. His head hung forward, body slouched over like a limp doll. When once the feeling of sound around him was thick like water it was now more akin to a faintly buzzing smoke. Invisible and now almost intangible.


He hadn't meant to hurt anyone, if anyone was hurt at all that is. He couldn't control changes he had no hand in. Now he was currently unable to even lift his head. When before the very act was useless in the face of listening now he simply did not as he had long forgotten what using one's own body meant. He was sound and sound was him, without it he was little more than meat and bone that occasionally eats. He was not proud of this, he simply was. He tried to illicit a response but the only thing that came of it was a garbled sound, faint like a distant mouse's squeak Babble tried to convey a note of confusion but it was still not his own voice. It was the voice of a nurse from the medical ward when he was being taken through the house to this very room. He had overheard it in passing discussion.

It came not with words, just a sound that seemed to stretch on into silence. He sat there uselessly, sitting limp with his mouth ever shut. There was never any need to shut a mouth that never opened. He found himself living in a faint bubble. Like a candle in the dark the world had all but vanished for him.

In his mind's eye all that remained were the faint ripples of stones long since tossed, the water of reality simply settling back into serene nothingness with each disturbance past.

Nothing to see here. Move along, 2741585.

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