SEVERUSMAX
Benevolent Master
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Radomar watched and listened carefully while the auctioneer announced the latest round of slaves for sale. The market had been emptied of all of the other chattel, of course. Giants, dwarves, humans, etc. None of them sold for nearly the price of the prize catch: elves.
Tall, lithe, smooth, and graceful, the elves had a certain majesty to them, and yet, these unfortunates were captives due to the latest raid on their territory, in retaliation for their raids on their neighbors. Truth be told, this was not so much a war as an endless rivalry between races unlikely to end any time soon. There was some fighting, but not as much as one might think.
Radomar saw the one that he most wanted to buy, have passed up on other slaves for his first of his own. Other races could wait. He could buy men or women any day, but elves....he had just become rather rich and he wanted to spend a little to get himself a lovely she-elf.
He waited until he found just the right one, too, not the nicest, but the most desperate looking one, the one most afraid of her new home.....he called his number out, and waited for anyone to outbid him.....but he had offered too much for one of the "lesser" specimens, as some called her, and so the auctioneer shouted....
"Sold, to the man in the leather doublet for a ten thousand ducats. Well done. She is a fine young she-elf and should breed well, if that's what you're paying for, young man, Master...."
"Radomar of Scrin, a soldier of fortune."
"Of course. Here you go. Claim her and here are her shackles, by all of the Gods and in the King's name."
Tall, lithe, smooth, and graceful, the elves had a certain majesty to them, and yet, these unfortunates were captives due to the latest raid on their territory, in retaliation for their raids on their neighbors. Truth be told, this was not so much a war as an endless rivalry between races unlikely to end any time soon. There was some fighting, but not as much as one might think.
Radomar saw the one that he most wanted to buy, have passed up on other slaves for his first of his own. Other races could wait. He could buy men or women any day, but elves....he had just become rather rich and he wanted to spend a little to get himself a lovely she-elf.
He waited until he found just the right one, too, not the nicest, but the most desperate looking one, the one most afraid of her new home.....he called his number out, and waited for anyone to outbid him.....but he had offered too much for one of the "lesser" specimens, as some called her, and so the auctioneer shouted....
"Sold, to the man in the leather doublet for a ten thousand ducats. Well done. She is a fine young she-elf and should breed well, if that's what you're paying for, young man, Master...."
"Radomar of Scrin, a soldier of fortune."
"Of course. Here you go. Claim her and here are her shackles, by all of the Gods and in the King's name."