Gone To Market.

[Guest]

~*Cast of Characters*~
Lord Roderich: Irish Countryman. 50. Well known, feared, and respected.
Prince Dominick: Eldist son to Roderich. Raw evil in human form. Rude and vile. Wishes to take over the throne now that he is in his mid twenties.
Prince Devlin: Youngest heir to the throne, early twenties. Brave, good swordsman, kind hearted gentleman.
Giovanni: Merchant down in the market. Friend to Roderich...he gives him top priority to all sales.
Kiarra: Young peasant girl. 19. Pure and innocent. Bought at market by Roderich.
Leetah: Another peasant girl. 20. Sassy and quick-witted. Bought at market on same day.
Galen: Gnome. Generous and a great healer. Lover of poetry and art...and Lore.
Ella: Small, elfin girl. Playful and spirited. Prankster. Lives on Roderich's estate deep within the woods.
Nymph: Woodland creature. Holds great beauty and grace. Temptress. Lives deep within the woods also.
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9 characters to start: 5 men, 4 women. Could be more to come if there is a demand. I am leaving the looks and body style up to the writer who claims the role. Kiarra is already taken by me. More on her later.

I ask, that if you wish to play, you e-mail me to say so. Let me know which role you are interested in. Also, if you have ideas for the story (or perhaps a new character that I have not created, let me know!). I also ask that you keep in contact with myself and other players throughout the story to help keep the realism up.
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The story takes place, once upon a time... It is 14th Century Ireland. The village is unimportant, there's no set name to it. The main focus is out along the countryside, on Roderich's estate. He owns a beautiful, grand castle along with much land. He is powerful and mighty, ruler of the village mentioned.

The proper respect stated to Roderich would be M'Lord or My Lord, and M'Lady if he ends out claiming himself a bride. (Don't worry, if the story goes that route, the bride doesn't have to be a current character, we can create a new one!)
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I shall be next to post in this thread so I can narrate a scene. I will wait a day or two to see who is interested in the story and go from there. All e-mails are welcome! Peace to you.

 

[Guest]

OOC:

~*Cast of Characters*~

Lord Roderich: Thor's Hammer
Prince Dominick: Mackdaddy_74
Prince Devlin: Poohlive
Giovanni: ManOSafety (but, not until Dec. 24th)
Kiarra: Tiggs
Leetah: Ninian
Galen:
Ella: CurlyGirl
Nymph: (This role is still open if someone wants her, I'm just playing it for now.)
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The spots left blank still need players if anyone is interested. The role of Lord Roderich is very important, and I may not be able to start without him...unless I rewrite (in my head) what I had planned. I'll try to give this another day or two before starting. Peace all.

[Edited by Tiggs on 12-21-2000 at 02:35 PM]

 

[Guest]

Narrator...

"Lord Roderich," a villager said, with a slight nod of his head as he passed the much feared ruler. Roderich nodded back. He loved the power he had over others. It was a rush like no other! Well, perhaps pleasures of the flesh was a greater rush? But surely that would be it.

Followed by nods, a few more people greeted the their ruler. One of which had even greeted his eldest son, Dominick, who had tailed along with him on this particular trip to market.

Dominick leered at the young maiden who had, at some time in her life, took it upon herself to learn his name. He crudely placed his index and middle fingers alongside his mouth and flicked his tongue at her. She blushed quickly, but had giggled also.

Checking to see why his son had slacked off and left his side, Roderich looked over his shoulder just in time to see the gesture. "Knock it off boy!" he exclaimed. "Do what you may with the servants, but know better than to do that shit in town! If only you were more like your bother..."

Roderich let his words trail off as he got closer to the merchant...
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Kiarra:
I cast my eyes downward as I noticed thy Lord of our kingdom make His way towards us. This time He was not alone, though. There was a younger man along his side. A son perhaps? He looked to well dressed to be one of His servants.

Even through my downcast eyes, I could feel the younger man leer at me. I felt a chill run the length of my spine. For the first time since Gio had brought me and the other girl down to market, I realized how scarce my clothing was. But, I suppose when you're to be sold as property it doesn't matter if what you wear is merely rags...

 

[ManOSafety]

Giovanni

OOC: Well, I'm not gone quite yet, so let me at least post a description of myself before leaving.

Giovanni is in his 40s, an imposing (for the time) 5'9" tall, sandy blonde hair and green eyes. He is a succesful merchant on the manor, trading in whatever will sell and making sure to find the "goods" that Lord Roderich wants or needs.

Not too long ago, he had found that Lord Roderich wanted some new "servant" girls and he had contacted some of his factors until he was able to bring the two newest girls into town from the countryside not too far away.

As he had inspected both girls for health and disease and to make sure that they were still virgins (hopefully that fits your desires tiggs), he had found himself getting excited, a feeling he quickly squelched as he wanted to remain on Lord Roderich's good side.

 

[Guest]

OOC:

Sounds perferct hon!

 

[poohlive]

Prince Delvin arose from his bed. He yawned peacefully, looking out the large windows that accompanied his room. He smiled, pondering over the beautiful morning. The birds sang, the grass was green, what could go wrong.
Someone entered his room, Delvin peered quizzically. It was one of the maids.
"Sheril, what are you doing in here?"
She put down a plate of breakfast on the only table in the room, and then stood there awkwardly.
"I was bringing your breakfast," she said, not looking at him.
Delvin smiled broadly, "I don't need breakfast brought up to me, I told you, I can come down and eat just like eveyone else. Who told you to bring this up?"
She still didn't meet his stare, "the head cook sir. He said it was ordered by your father."
Delvin rolled his eyes, "Well, don't listen to any of them, just put my breakfast where you always do."
He got out of bed, putting on one of his silk shirts. It felt good under his skin. He walked over to Sheril, and gave her a hug.
"Thanks for bringing it up though," she finally looked at him, a smile on her face. Delvin opened the door, and let her out.
He took the tray of breakfast and moved outside. It was such a beautiful day, the las thing he wanted to do was spend it cooped up in the castle.
Delvin ate his breakfast in peace, listening to the song of the morning lark.

 

[Thor's Hammer]

Lord Roderich

As I stride through the mean streets of the village, I enjoy the adulation and yes - the barely masked fear that lay in the villagers' eyes. They see a tall (for the time - he is almost 6'), well-built man in his 50's. His hair is brown - tinged with gray, but his most riveting features are the blue eyes that miss nothing. They are laser blue - and can send chills through the heart of the bravest of folk. He exudes power. A hint of cruelty is found in his small, mirthless smile. Despite the power, the villagers know that he is a fair man. It is rumored that he has powerful sexual appetites.

Ahead a few dozen paces I note Giovanni. A loyal man, a bit obsequious, but always assures that I get what I want. I told him last week that I wished to purchase a few new servants. The servants were not slaves, but they were under my complete control nevertheless. The sums paid to their parents or other relatives (after Giovanni took his share) assured loyal and complete obedience - the consequences of disobeying me were pain or even death.

As I approach the marketplace and Giovanni I wonder if anyone will offer to buy the services of a servant I desire. As I scan the servants to be, I greet Giovanni with a brief nod.

 

[Mackdaddy_74]

Prince Dominick

Following Lord Roderich, Dominick stays back a little wanting to stay out of his fathers shadow. But that is harder said than done, Dominick is a younger image of Roderich, except he has dark hair and a goatee.

Catching up to Roderich and Giovanni, he brushed a small speck of dust off of his green satin shirt. "Why the hell must I always be getting dirty?" he snarled. Looking up, one of the servants to be makes the mistake of meeting his gaze.

Walking up to the servant, Dominick runs the fingers of his left hand roughly through her hair. "What is your name?" he asked her. She doesn't answer. He grabs her hair tightly and jerks her head to the side. "I will repeat myself only this one time, What is your name you little wench?"

"Kiarra." she stuttered, with tears starting to run down her cheeks. She finally breaks her gaze at Dominick. He steps behind her and and looks over her body, and notices a few bruises on her back and legs.

"What do we have here?" he asks, moving his strong but yet still smooth hands over the bruises. The bruises were still tender, he could tell by the way she jumped at his slightest touch. Leaning in close to her ear he asks her, "What happened to you?" trying to sound caring even though it is impossible for him to care.

"I was punished, sir I don't wish to go into more detail, the pain is to great still." she replied.

"Punished huh? You must have been a bad girl." he stated walking back around to the front of her. As he gets beside her he rears back and smacks her ass with the palm of his hand. She jumps and lets out a slight whelp as the pain passes through her, and more tears run down her cheeks. "That is just a small sample of my kind of punishment." he says. Smiling at the tears running down her face, he faces her once again, and runs his hands over her flat stomach. Turning his head, "Father, I think this one will do nicely." Looking back into Kiarra's brown eyes he slides his hands up, and pinches her nipples through her gown, a evil grin crosses his face as he feels them get hard, and he notices her blush."Yes, she will do nicely." he says to her as he turns and walks back, taking his place at his fathers side.

 

[ninian]

Leetah

Leetah: Sharp green eyes that can flare with fire and show her emotions clearly. She stands a mere 5' tall, her frame voluptuous, Firm round breasts strain against the rags provided to the girls to be sold. Her hair is a mass of wild flame red curls that attest to her sharp tongue. Needless to say, she strained against the bonds of slavery at every turn.

She stood next to Kiarra through the exchange with the rude nobleman, her eyes flared angrily, wanting to slap the man. She would have too if not for the fact that they were bound, her nails dug into her palms.

Finally unable to take it, she spit at his feet. "Leave the girl be! She not be wanting your advances ya rich brat!" Kiarras eyes flashed to her, wide and filled with fear she hissed "Leetah!!"

I knew punishment was sure to come and I didn't care, Kiarra didnt need such treatment.

I stood tall as I could with the bonds and glared defiantly at the young man. I could hear the indrawn breath of the others around us, and I saw out of the corner of my eye a tall imposing man snap his gaze towards me. I knew Gio was on his way as well. I locked gaze with the one I knew to be Lord Roderick and stood my ground.

 

[Guest]

Kiarra...

I kept my head bowed down, more so out of embarrassment than respect really. My face burned red. I couldn't believe that Leetah had been so...so brave! To speak in such a manner in front of the king, even if her words were meant for his son, was unbelievable!

A chill ran down my spine. I could feel the prince's eyes upon me still. It was as if they were penetrating through me. I didn't like the way it felt. I didn't like the way he made me feel...!

Then thy Lord Roderich spoke...

 

[Thor's Hammer]

Lord Roderich

Although I never touch a servant in public, I do not wish to chastise Dominick yet again so soon. In a low voice that immediately stilled the noise around I spoke, "Giovanni, you have done well, apparently. Dominick approves of this one (with a wave of the hand), and I like a bit of spirit in a servant." Raising one hand, I stopped Giovanni as he was about to cane the one who spoke. "I will see to her, Giovanni, should I buy her services."

My eyes locked on the green ones of the servant, and then, slowly, examined her - from the flaming red hair to the bare feet.

"Giovanni, it is time for the bidding to begin." In a lower voice I ask, "They are both virgins as I told you?" Hearing his whispered assent, I say, "Dominick, bring my purse." The two soldiers in attendance are respectfully at our backs although none would dare raise a hand against me - at least in public.

 

[Mackdaddy_74]

Prince Dominick

"Here is your purse Father." Dominick said, handing it over to Roderich. "Yes, both of these servants will do nicely, the red head has such spirit." Dominick finished.

"Very nicely indeed, I shall enjoy breaking her spirit." He thought of the red head, stroking his goatee. He was still irate at her for spitting at him, but he did like her spunk.

He looked at the red headed servant once more "You will do very well." and smiled evilly at her. "You will pay for what you did earlier." He winks at her before looking through the crowd.

 

[Thor's Hammer]

Lord Roderich

...taking the purse from Dominick, I whisper, in a low voice meant only for him, "Do not forget your place, boy. I will decide what you may do and when you may do it."

Turning my back, I wait for Giovanni to begin the market; although I do not see anyone who would bid against me. My eyes sweep across both of the servants that Giovanni has found. Their youth is refreshing - and it has been awhile.........

 

[Guest]

OOC:

If we wait for ManOSafety to pick up now, it may be a couple days. Except for his brief intro, he stated he won't be able to post until the 23rd. You can either write him in 3rd person to keep a diolog going, or we can wait... Or, CurlyGirl, you can introduce the elf if you wish.

 

[poohlive]

Ooc: We have an elf now? All right, seems like I should introduce myself.



Delvin came downstairs with the tray in hand. He put it inside the kitchen, giving a nod to the head chef.
"Now Prince, you know Sheril could have done that for you."
Delvin smiled, placing on the counter with all the others, "I know, and I told her not to anymore. I can do some things for myself.
She sighed, and went back to some sort of soup.
"Where is my father?"
"Shopping..."
Delvin shook his head, "Again? How many servants do we need?"
She said nothing, but went back to her work. Delivn opened him mouth to say something more, but didn't. He knew when not to speak.
Sheril met him as he was walking back up the stairs. She didn't meet his stare, he hated it when the servants did that. His father always made them obey, but he never liked it. Delvin touched her chin lightly, and made her meet his stare.
"Sheril, I want to go riding today, is it possible that you can get my horse ready?"
She seemed nervous looking at him like an equal. Delvin sighed and took away his grasp. She stared at the floor.
"Yes sir," she spoke.
"Call me Delvin, thats my name Sheril."
She nodded, but said nothing. Delvin had stopped trying to make the servants be equals, he tried once, and his father found out. He punished the servant, almost to death. Delvin never did forgive himself for that.
He walked upstairs, changing into his riding clothes.
Outside, one of the stable girls carried his horse to the front. Delvin got on, placing his knapsack in the back. He quickly made a full gallop into the forest.
Looking back, he suddenly realized something. All of their servants, except for a few stable people, and the personal guards, were female. That was a bit out of the ordinary, wasn't it? Delvin shook his head, nope, all too ordinary for his father and brother.
He knew exactly how they were.
Riding out to the forest, Delvin picked one of his favorite paths. He let the horse go at it's own pace, simply looking at the surroundings. It would stop, occasionally to sniff a clump of grass, but would continue on until they came to a bright meadow with a small waterfall.
Delvin got off the horse, and tied him up. He sat down at his favorite spot, a small mound of dirt clumped behind a rock. Opening his knapsack, Delvin took out one of his books. It was a book of poetry that Galem had written especially for him.
A beautiful morning, if he did say so himself.

 

[Guest]

Nymph...

Nymph looked at the young man with curious eyes. It had been ages since she'd been so close to a human. She tried to remember the last time...certain it had been Roderich, this boy's father. Quickly she forced the memory from her mind. Though she possessed no real human emotions, she tried not to remember that day.

She stayed perched along the sturdy branches of the soild oak, her home. She noticed the papers that normally laid in rolled up scrolls pressed flat between a binding and leather cover. She had never seen an item such as this before and it peeked her interest.

What had this human wanted with her woodland home? He seemed of no immediate threat, but still...still, there had been a swoard upon his hip. He sat there, along the forest's earthen floor, thumbing between the pages of his flat scrolls. He seemed quite content with the inking along these pages.

Nymph died to know what it was that captured him so. She so ever loved a good story, though she had no knowledge on how to read. Many times the gnome would come to her home here on the oak and read to her. Though of smaller size to her, he seemed to be much older and wiser. He always had a tale or two to share!

They made friends fast due to his knowledge and her thurst to learn. He told her of old Celtic beginnings, and of Saint Patrick and Saint Brigid. The more he spoke, the more captivated she always became.

"Hello," Nymph called out to the young man, though she remained hidden and safe in the oak's branches.

 

[ninian]

Leetah

My brows arched in surprise. No punishment? I looked to Kiarra, she was equally surprised.

I heard the Lords words to Gio, so that was it, He wished to do it privately. My gaze locked with the brat son, disdain clearly showing. I held my tongue this time, no need to get myself killed.

 

[Guest]

OOC:

Hope ya'll had a wonderful holiday!! Just waiting for ManOSafety to come back to us so we can continue! Peace.

 

[ManOSafety]

Giovanni

As I step up to the impertinent redhead, about to cane her for her outburst, a word from Lord Roderich stops me. Bowing my head in his direction, I step back with a glare at the young woman.

Moving to the front of the shop, I clear my throat and announce intentions to begin the auction, not surprised to see no one intending to compete with Lord Roderich. Funny how no one else seems to find out about these auctions until after they occur...

"Our first item up for bid this afternoon will be this fiery redhead. You're welcome to look her over, but she is healthy and strong for such a tiny girl. Do I hear an opening bid?"


OOC: Sorry for the delay everyone, but I'm glad to be back .

 

[ninian]

Leetah

I stood up straight, glaring at the audience as Gio brought attention to me. I did not want to be bought. I was not meant to be a slave. My family had just fallen on hard times, and you do what you have to for family. A brief flash of pain showed in my jade gaze as I though of how I missed them.

I stared straight @ Lord Roderick, my gaze defiant, challenging. I knew he wanted to buy me, but I hoped someone else did, if any.

 

[Ravenloft]

Galen:

Bustling about his study, Galen retrieved a tome of magic. His lord Roderich had been so kind as to bring him in as an adviser and healer. But he had learned far too late his lords more seemly tastes. Those tastes had shaped Galen's own teachings as his lord only gave him access to spells that would suit HIM and him alone... It was some distasteful art to Galen, but not wholey without practical uses... In fact a few, a very few that is were universally useful, save for the manner in which he had learned to use them... All things considered he had learned more in his short time here then most would have along another path...
His book shelf was very well stocked, crammed from end to end with tomes of magical scripts... Still though, Galen sighed as he went about collecting the tomes that he was to study for the night, for his lords return with his newest slaves... His passion was not for human women, it was for the arts of illusion. And as it was he only had access to just so many of them, no grand display he could put on with his magics... Besides the human females snubbed his small stature, all three feet of it... So, setting at his desk he read and memorized the spells his lord had instructed him to. He intended on taking at least one of the new slaves to bed with him, Galen was privy to that knowlege only because once he was done with the slave he, Galen was to return her to a state of virginity... He had done so before and had always felt bad for the young women he had caused to endure a second, third, and very rarely fourth deflowering... But it kept him in his lords good graces. What was a gnome to do...

[Edited by Ravenloft on 12-25-2000 at 09:44 PM]

 

[poohlive]

The morning sun welcomed the sprite,
Spirit's of old had flown by night.
How devilish and cruel they all seemed,
Tis true, the noblest blood is reamed.

"Hello."
Delvin waved his hand nonchalently. His father oftened made girls come to check up on him, he would try to be as ignorant of them as he could. He dropped the book silently into his lap, looking for the voice.
The meadow was empty except for his horse who was currently getting breakfast near the stream.
His brow furrowed, that didn't sound like any of the women his father had hired. The voice was pleasent, and airy, almost free. All of their slaves sounded like beaten bitches, with their tales between their legs.
He stood up, a drop of fear suddenly hitting into his heart. Someone was here with him, his hand automatically landing on his sword, although he didn't draw.
"Who is there?" he asked. His voice was as pleasent as he could make it, but firm. Walking over to his horse, Delvin turned to get a better view of the forest. All around there were trees. The babbling brook gave him no help. He couldn't hear any breathing, or horses anywhere.
He looked again, up at the trees. There was no archer pointing an arrow at his head, that was a good sign, at least. Still, this voice had come from nowhere. Who was she?"
"I say, who is there, please show yourself. I mean you no harm."
He let his hand wave away from his sword as if to emphisize the point. It was still there, but he needed to show a little faith to her. Respect a woman, that was something his father had never taught him, but he followed it nonetheless.


[Edited by poohlive on 12-25-2000 at 10:54 PM]

 

[Thor's Hammer]

Lord Roderich

Glancing around to see if anyone else was going to bid I intone, "Ten gold pieces, Giovanni." Although not averse to a bargain, I was careful to set a price that would reward Giovanni for his loyal service to me. Usually I saw to it that he received a bonus as well.

The one with fire in her eyes looked at me defiantly. "When she is cleaned up," I thought, "she will provide a bit of a challenge to tame."

I did not want servants cowed, merely obedient. A small smile played across my lips as I contemplated 'teaching' this one how to behave.

 

[Mackdaddy_74]

Prince Dominick

Watching his father as he makes the bid a very evil smile appears on Dominick's face.

 

[ninian]

Leetah

My eyes flashed fire as I locked gazes with Lord Roderick. I cringed inwardly as I heard his bid. Damnit. I broke eye contact, looking among the others in the bustling crowd. I got the gaze of a nice looking man with a sweet understanding smile. My eyes nearly begged him to bid as I knew he wanted to. With a sad smile and a glance to Lord Roderick the man shook his head and looked away from me.

Upon recieving similiar looks from the others in the crowd, it becaome apparent that no one would bid against Lord Rodrick. I sighed heavily and looked back to the man, my gaze catching the sinister smile on his sones face. I glared at the rich brat before looking to his father, Lord Roderick. I stood proud, prepared for my fate. I glanced quickly at Kiarra. God I was torn. I wanted her with me, yet I did not wish the demands of that Rich brat on any girl. I sent her a soft reassuring smile. "I'll be allright ... its you I am worried about"