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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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~Welcome to the Land of 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 leagues 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.

Characters are encouraged to interact with one another and even attempt to explore Raven Home in its entirety.


-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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Character Portrait: Master Kenner Be warned little ones, because this world is full of things to satisfy desires both, divine and gross.
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Babble played by Zalgo
"Silence is golden."
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Character Portrait: Nadiya Darzi "How may I help you?"
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Akhira played by BlueWind_22
"A dragon is not a slave."

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The last she could see of Kenner before the guard closed the door behind them was his back. Pouring a small glass of whine for himself, though she caught a look from him over his shoulder. The same warm smile he had given her before and then the door was closed. The guards emotionless mask replacing what she had seen before. Though that wasn't to say that the guards put off an air of ominous emotion. They seemed to be rather respectful to her despite her position, however if that was simply the fact of who she was currently walking with. Only remained as speculation for the time being.

After the second archway Selakir could tell more than she could make of the outside of this woman. She walked with a strange gate in her step, almost as if she had been hobbled in some fashion and her grip was stone hard. Probably having something to do with how weak she seemed be, because she was leaning into the young elf's side to keep her balance.

Her head turned to look at Selakir, the light of the lamps gleaming off of the polished surfaces of her mask. Her eyes could just be made out from behind the tinted glass. Turning in tune with her movements. "Punishment..." She added as if to question the meaning of Selakir's own question in turn."Why, do you intend on getting in trouble anytime soon?" She asked with a chuckle in the back of her voice. The metallic grill on the front of her mask, chiming with the tune of her laugh.

Selakir could take in as they walked, just how much of this woman was covered by her weird dress. It was sewn to be tight and concealing al around her form. Ending with gloves that snugly fit around each finger, in which she could tell through the fabric that Alia' hands were nearly bone thin. The woman returned as she looked over the elf. "He has never punished anyone for as long as I've known him and the only one I know to actually handle such things is his second.. Chlorra. It's going to be her that deals in such things and I'm sorry to say that she is not the kind to spare punishments of any sort." She looks forward just as the two walk into the lift at the end of the corridor and the attendant from before closes the grated door, before sending the lift down at the request of Alia.

"I cannot hold it against her though, as we're all slaves to our nature after all." She adds with a content sigh as the lift clicks past another floor.

Selakir could see that the back of Alia' dress, if that is what one could call it. Was bound in the back and extended from where her hair was at, all the way down to the base of her spine and in fact. It looked as through the outfit was incredibly tight upon the woman's frame. As she could make out a surprising amount of detail in her back through the dark, leather like fabric.


Purna looked on across her arm as she worked. Seeing the display that the dragoness was putting on for her and several of the others. "That explains more than a few things at this point." She added. Though the banter was cut short as Akhira' band began to heat up once again and she could feel herself becoming less, than what she was. Which was a strange feeling, as it felt as though a well within her that she didn't even know about was being tampered with. The water being emptied without her approval to any contrary. "I should say that I'm surprised to see one such as yourself, but this is Raven home and you'll quickly find that there are many wondrous things here. Though I think we can give your assumption a try, if you ever have the inclination."

Purna returned to her work, a task that she greatly excelled at apparantly. As it could already be seen that she was over halfway done with laying down the groundwork for this piece she was currently working on. "Also; You may want to refrain from that in the future. Especially seeing as you're currently in hiding from the guards, as that will only serve to draw their attention. Because I doubt the master gave you full leave to wield such power without restraint." She began to stitch down the center of the original piece and framed the rest of its sides.

Several of the other members of the house began to talk amongst themselves again and slowly returned to their own business.
Purna still remained stuck into her work, even as she turned the tip of her tool to get within the edge of the piece. Earning a drawn hiss through the teeth of the woman she was working on. After witch she takes a clean, damp cloth and wipes down the image to clear away some of the excess ink. "Worse yet, that could lead to someone else finding you instead and many of the people on this floor don't have a easy time with someone like her around." She cleans her tool and starts again, only this time with a new ink color.


The nurse peered down over Babbles form as if to wait for an answer and it was that same silence that continued for some time. Until his vision caught her in the moment that he decided to look away. Holding a glass of water not far from his face as if to offer it. With no idea of where she could have acquired it from in the first place.

The glass was nudged forward slightly as if to emphasis the offering.

It was easy enough to tell now that she was incapable of talking, or she was not actually interested in ever doing so, in the very least. The glass was there, hung in front of Babbles face by only several inches of distance. It's contents unshaking, her arm steady and straight. With no indication that any movement had been take and despite the amount of noise this one room in the house contained. It was a sure thing that the silence between the two of them was far more palpable than most other instances that could be undertaken.


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As they walked Selakir did what any proper servant would do and began to map out, memorize the path they were taking. She would need to know her way around without a lot of guidance if she was to prove her usefulness here. A good slave was attentive in all things including one's environment.

She noted but said nothing about the way her companion walked. She also made mental notes on the woman's constitution. The seemingly frail frame made Selakir wonder at the position the woman held and her abilities here. Surely she wasn't as Selakir had been, a consort among other things. Perhaps a performer, a diplomat for their master...

Selakir did not let herself muse on it long as it was not her job to speculate but to watch, listen and learn all she could.

"No-" The notion that she might be looking to cause trouble had not occurred to Selakir and now she panicked that it might be taken that way. What if it was reported back to the master and he thought her too much trouble-

The chuckle made Selakir relax, just enough to stop the stem of worried thoughts.

"His second, his wife?" Selakir was trying now to understand the power structure of this place. She had nothing against a wife for the master, her place was not to question or hold grudges but she did need to know who to serve and who to listen to. If Chlorra, the master's second was in charge of discipline then it was like she was also Selakir's master in a way. Not the same, of course but someone to be aware of and listened to.

"I do not wish to be punished and thus would like to know rules and possible punishments. It is easier to avoid crossing the boundaries when one is aware of them. I can learn as the days go. I am very good at observing." Eyes fell to the ground, showing her passivity.

"I only wish to know my place and do as is asked of me."

Eyes lifted as she took in her surroundings. Later she would go over all she could remember and map out the path in her mind over and over again.


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"Wife? Oh no, I wouldn't be so bold as to put it as such." The Door opens once more as the lift clicks down on it's final stop and Selakir is lead out. The lone attendant bowing slightly as they both exited and closing the door. It's frame ascending back into the spire of the building as they walked away.

"All you must currently worry about right now is getting settled in" Alia adds with a pat on the back of the young elf's hand. Right as they both stop between a large number of paired doors. The one they stood in front of had the number 22 on it, with the other door being 24. A quick glance showed her that the pairing doors were on the other side of the hall and that each door was incrementally spaced. Showing that each door opened in the very edge of each of their respective rooms.
Alia turns the handle and pushes the oaken door open, allowing Selakir to enter first.

The room contained many of the same enmities that any other would contain. Despite being bare of decoration and any other embellishments. There was a bed, slightly larger in size than one needed for a singular person. A dresser sat along the wall with a small vanity sitting next to it, along with a second door. While there was actually a closet across the room from that one.

Despite what was already in the room, there was a considerable amount of floor space still available.

"I hope it's up to your liking. Though given how many come here with nothing, you'd probably need some time to adjust to all of this." She looks around for a moment and leans back to check the hall. "Strange, Peach was supposed to be here waiting for us. Though it does seem that she was able to get your quarters ready before we arrived."


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Silent silence silently. The tall nurse offered the short patient a glass of water.

Drawn from odd chanteys by the urging of the tall woman who remained still, glass of water in hand, he looked down, which is to say he looked up, at the glass vessel. With his focus drawn to it the water inside began to tremble. Small ripples emanated from the center of the pool, small waves rolling in an expanding ring towards the sides of the glass. Able to keep the water from churning violently he sustained the pattern, slowly putting a slight spin on the ripples as a dimple started to form in the center of the water.

Swirling up upon the sides the water spun faster and faster, a whirlpool forming in the center. Soon there was a clear hole right down the center with all the fluid riding the sides of the glass, not a single drop spilling out over the rim. The glass itself was perfectly still, the weight of the turning fluids distributed evenly against the sides so as keep it from shaking from the g-forces.

He simply watched the water dance to his unheard song, the wavelengths well below the level where sound is still audible to the human ear. He didn't often have opportunities to practice his music so it was a welcome diversion from the suffering that was just life for a creature called Babble.


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Alexander ~

He kept sorting his papers, forgetting there was another in the room with him. It happened often. Any pause, any silence and Alexander would be off into his own mind once more.

Selakir ~

Selakir frowned a little. A woman who was in charge but not the lady of the house? The concept felt foreign to her. The elf vowed to be on her best behaviour and to learn what she could about Chlorra.

Selakir memorized the doors, the hallways as they walked and when they stopped in front of room 22 she made a note. Her new space. She entered slowly when Alia opened the door. She noted the bed, generous in size. The dresser which Selakir would not need as her dress was gone and now she only owned what she wore. She slowly moved around the room taking it all in.

"It is more than what I need. Thank you." Selakir gave a slight bow of her head. "I do not own anything and I am used to much less space. It will take time, yes, to get used to it all."

She stood on the spot and slowly turned. She was noting the location of every piece of furniture from her location. She needed to be able to move about the room in day or night.

"Perhaps she was called away for a task." Selakir faced Alia once more and sat on the floor. "I will wait until I am summoned for a purpose. Thank you for showing me my space."

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