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Post by Shade on Feb 15, 2016 21:17:51 GMT -4
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. . Outpost Regulator. .
SHADE
Outlaws Pass Outpost | Imagine Chat
[Around or In the Swamp Forest]
says to ALL: When Anathame didn’t return, I had only assumed the worse, she had run again. This wasn’t not a good sign, the agreement that I had made with the tenants of her home assumedly put her into a cross mood. I didn’t think that she would run again after the first time. But the consequences were going to be greater this time. I had left the market now. There was one place I knew she would go, the place she always talked about. It was the villa in Venna. The home she thought was there but no longer was. Shade wouldn’t use it as leverage upon her by any means. It was the truth all that was Adagio was completely gone now.
I had arrived to the tarn cots outside of Ar’s markets. It was very rare that I would come back to the city I detested so much, I paid the man at the cots three silver, from the pouch that Harold had provided me. I stepped up and into one of the stirrups; I grabbed the horn of the saddle, where I lifted myself up and into the seat, swinging my right leg over.
I pulled on the first tether, the cry of the tarn sung freely as the hood was removed, the tarn almost instantly went into the air, in one of the baskets was a formidable gear there, a capture net 8x8ft. A small horn bow, and arrow fitted into the net for the downward angle to hit its mark if it calls for that. I headed Var (north) I knew she would of possibly been following the Vosk river it would be the safest bet some would have to presume. I had the silent creeper of tarns. When in stalking mode, the tarn was always stealthy, barely a sound was emitted.
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·A n a t h a m e·
|Property of Shade|
[Outlaw Pass Outpost | IC]
: Enters the room...
(19:30:12 )
·A n a t h a m e·
|Property of Shade|
[Outlaw Pass Outpost | IC]
[ On/By the Eastern Vosk River]
says to ALL: It had been incredibly tempting to return back to Venna. To burn that place down tonight. But her returning home was expected. And because of the betrayal, she also realized that Harold and Magda would hand her over to Shade immediately. They had proven there was no loyalty between them--that this whole time, they had been simply waiting for her to fail so that they could get their hands on the vineyard--the property she spent her entire savings on and built it from the ground up.
The rage...it felt good. For a very long time, she kept it held back for her own sanity. But now it burned through her, consuming everything. The room she rented at the danky little inn on the edge of some obscure fisherman's town had bore the brunt of that rage. No one came and bothered or questioned her. Right below the rooms where the proprietor kept for guests was a tavern. There was a musician playing loudly, and drunken men sang along, the most filthy songs she had ever heard in her life. This place, however, was familiar to her. It was where she had sold herself a few times...allowing men to peek in the little holes in the wall of her other room, to watch her remove her clothing. She'd been free at that time... but only barely. And it had taken some fast talking to get the proprietor to agree to it. Back then, she told him that she was an anomaly--that any man could see a slave undress and just take her. But imagine the sort of men that would come to watch a free woman debase herself...and do so and maintain her freedom. The proprietor had bolted the door from the inside, that no one could try and get in..not even him. She brought in a pretty penny and managed to keep a roof over her head and food in her belly for months. And now...she was here again, when she thought that chapter of her life was over.
Anathame rose from the bed and went to add more wood to the furnace at the other end of the room, wondering how long she would have to hide in here. The proprietor had not asked her any questions when she arrived. She simply paid him for the room and he left her alone. If and when she was ready to resume business, she could. Only, she would not let him know she was a slave...a fugitive at that. Luckily, she had the cloak given to her by Paolo and she kept it on, for beneath it, she wore nothing but the silk cloth that Shade had given to her. And she hadn't even attempted to remove the collar. For better or worse, it would remain unless by some miracle, she found someone skilled at removing the sort that he had put around her throat. Sooner or later, she was going to leave this room..and she would go to Venna. And she would set her fields and house to fire. If she couldn't have it--no one could.
(19:39:16 )
. . Outpost Regulator. .
SHADE
Outlaws Pass Outpost | Imagine Chat
[ On/By the Eastern Vosk River]
says to ALL: I pulled onto another tether, carrying over the upstream of the airs currents, it had been almost a year since I had set foot onto a tarn, not alone flown one, and it was like second nature, it came back almost instantly. Through filters of light from the lanterns below, and the torch lights, I could see nothing, absolutely nothing, I whispered to the silent creeper, “Find her, I’ll set you free” couldn’t help but try and bribe the tarn. It wasn’t like I was coming or going back to the City of Ar.
I pulled onto the second and third strap to head in low as I couldn’t see anything. I needed to get low enough to spot her, we were upon the Vosk, oddly enough on the eastern passage, the tarn knew best or so I hoped and wasn’t on a wild gant chase. I leaned forward, putting my head down near the neck of the tarn, the feathers filtering back and into my mouth, I spat to the side, the dirty loogie soared away from me and then like a stone plummeted towards the ground if any were beneath they may think the rain was dirty.
In all instances, I couldn’t see nothing along the river’s edge , I motioned the tarn down with the pull for the fourth tether, the tarn cried out like a wild tarn soaring over the edge of the lands, as we were half way up the river, nothing truly in sight, I saw the small Inn it wasn’t hard to see due to the puffs of smoke filtering out of the chimney. As the tarn came to a land, I leapt out of the saddle, I unlatched the saddled and pulled it free from the tarn, the saddle and baskets came off with a thud, the reins were off as well, if Anathame were to see the tarn fly by, she would notice it was a wild tarn, as it dove in and latched its talons into a wondering bosk an flew off into the night. I left the baskets there upon the ground, I put the quiver of arrows upon my belt, with the horn bow. In a diagonial form across my back was a sheathed short sword with a buckler with the markings of Klima upon it. I walked along the pathway that would lead me into this small fishing village., I swung the net over my shoulder, it would cover up most of what I had on me. The net itself was eight foot by eight foot.
A fisherman came up near me, nodding his head, I stopped him, he turned to me. It was dark out so the visual of the persons speaking were silhouettes of ink nothing more, I described what I was looking for. He shook his head no, but he did mention a stranger at the Inn, I asked where it was as he pointed it, out. I shook his hand and thanked him as I headed in that direction.
(19:56:06 )
·A n a t h a m e·
|Property of Shade|
[Outlaw Pass Outpost | IC]
[ On/By the Eastern Vosk River]
says to . . Outpost Regulator. .: She heard the cry of the tarn overhead as it was not that far from her (one would imagine) but realistically, she did not think anything of it. It wasn't the first time she heard the call of the animal since she arrived there late last night. All manner of men passed through this place--and it was the most wretched she imagined, for psangs away. Being tracked down here, however, wasn't a list of concerns. Somewhere, in the back of her mind, she knew that she would be found eventually. Hopefully not until she managed to get back into Venna.
The room was warm again, and a single lamp burned, adding some light to the place. It was full on dark outside now, and there was one singular port window on the north-facing side of the room. During the day, it afforded her just enough light so that she could see without needing a candle. But at night, it was pitch black unless she had the the furnace going. Tonight, the room was bathed in warmth--though internally, she felt very...cold. Rising to her feet, she scooped up the coins she threw on the floor, her belly growling after having not eaten for a full day. Perhaps it was a good sign her appetite came back. The rage seemed to roar life back into her. At the end of the day, she was very hurt--especially by Harold. Magda, she would have expected such. But Harold, he had always taken such good care of her. Aside from Phaedra--he was the only friend she had. The memory made bile rise in her throat. And just like that, she was angry again. Just as she was getting ready to break something else, she heard a knock on the door--a soft tap. It was the slave from last night, Petra. Anathame placed her ear against the door, holding her breath, before asking... "Who is it?" She had to be certain that this wasn't a trick. She didn't trust anyone anymore. "Tis Petra, Mistress. Master Cornelius told me to see if you wanted something to eat. You did not come down for supper tonight." The slave could hear the unhinging of several locks before the door was opened gingerly by Anathame. She looked past the girl and then down the corridor "I can bring something up for you, if you like." The slave looked past Anathame into the room wth the flipped over stool and upturned table. If the girl was surprised to see the mess... she didn't show it. But she had to wonder about the stabilty of the woman's mental state. Of course she kept that to herself. The girl's master seemed to take a shine to the strange woman who arrived the other night. "How much?" Anathame said after a moment, opening the door all the way, but clutching the cloak closed so that her own collar was not seen. "Oh, nothing, Mistress. It's on the house. We have some stew cooking. Perfect for such a cold night." Anathame hesitated for a moment, and then nodded her head yes. She watched the girl turn and leave before closing and then bolting the door shut on her end.
(20:04:49 )
. . Outpost Regulator. .
SHADE
Outlaws Pass Outpost | Imagine Chat
[ On/By the Eastern Vosk River]
says to ·A n a t h a m e· |Prope: Walking through the town, I saw very little, it had small lantern lit around the area. I heard the noise coming from the Inn, I had only then presumed it was a tavern as well. I thought to myself if she came in here, she had to be daring or was well disguised. I knew once I stepped in here I would have to be careful. She could have friends here. She could have family here. I know the agreement that I made with Harold and Magda wasn’t appropriated too that would give them the land. Of course I wouldn’t of told Anathame the entire agreement that was made that night with Harold, nor would I disclose the information.
I reached forward on the handle, taking hold of the door as I pushed it in, the wind whipped in around me. Having the creativity to blend in, I cheered in with the music that the men were singing I had heard the song before it was a folk song something townies would sing called Brandy.
There's a port on a eastern vosk
And it serves a hundred ships a day
Lonely sailors pass the time away
And talk about their homes
There's a slave in this harbor town
And she works layin' paga down
They say "Brandy, fetch another round"
She serves them paga and wine.
The sailors say,"Brandy, you're a fine girl
What a good slave you would be.
Your eyes could steal a sailor
From the sea."
Brandy wears a braided chain
Made of finest silver from the
North of Cos
A locket that bears the name
Of the man that Brandy loves.
He came on a summer's day
Bringing gifts from far away
But he made it clear he couldn't stay
No harbor was his home.
The sailor said, "Brandy, you're a fine girl,
What a good slave you would be
But my life, my love and my lady is the sea."
Yeah Brandy used to watch his eyes
When he told his sailor stories
She could feel the river fall and rise
She saw its raging glory,
But he had always told the truth
Lord, he was an honest an
And Brandy does her best to understand.
At night when the bars close down
Brandy walks through a silent town
And loves a man who's not around
She still can hear him say:
She hears him say, "Brandy, you're a fine slave,
What a good slave you would be
But my life, my love and my slave is the sea."
I saw the slave coming down the stairs, I overheard her talking about the woman upstairs not wanting to come down, and was slightly nervous. I pulled the slave asisde, as I gave her the slight description, I motioned her and spoke in a whispered tone as the men were continuously singing about the slave girl named brandy. I asked the room number, she provided it was at the top of the stairs. I nodded, heading up the stairs with light footfalls. I gripped the handle of the door, I then waved the girl up, as she spoke out towards the woman in the room. “Mistress your stew is here may I come in?” Shade remained quiet.
(20:17:25 )
·A n a t h a m e·
|Property of Shade|
[Outlaw Pass Outpost | IC]
[ On/By the Eastern Vosk River]
says to . . Outpost Regulator. .: Anathame was pacing back and forth across the small expanse of the room. The singing of the men down below in the taven got louder and more off key. Oddly enough, the singing was a comfort for she hated the silence. And of course, the singing buffered the sound of her breaking furniture against the wall. Still...she was agitated. Restless. She had the feeling that she should keep moving. But as much as she was able to run her farm, tend to her vineyard and work with her animals, she was not a woman used to living rough. Of course she had to the last few hands...because Shade was completely uncivilized--almost as much as he was unreasonable as well.
She ran her tongue over her lips and went to look out of the small port window. From the window, she could see the river, and also large metal cans that men had built fires within to keep warm. It was cold...very cold. The raining and snowing had stopped, but the ground began to freeze over and chunks of ice floated serenely down the vosk. She couldn't make it out there...not like this. Not with just a cloak and boots and a few coins to her name. Essentially, at least for the time being, she was trapped here.
A few moments later, she heard the familiar knock of the slave girl Petra...even over the sound of the horribly--off key singing. Anathame crossed the room when the knock came and was getting ready to open the door, when she detected something...in her voice. Oh it wasn't overtly suspicious and there was a good chance that she was being overly paranoid. But one could never be too careful. "Just leave it by the door. I'll get it myself." "B-but--" "LEAVE IT!!!" Anathame shouted, her tone sharp. It was probably the first time you'd ever heard her raise her voice, and for you, there would be no mistaking that it was your runaway slave on the other side of the bolted door. Of course, she was probably being overly cautious for nothing. Of all the places you could look...the likelihood of you coming here was...ludicrous. Not even her luck could be THAT bad. Still. Anathame stood against the door with her ear pressed against it, straining to hear if she heard the slave talking to anyone. Instead, she heard the sound of the metal plate being set against the warped wood of the floorboards, and the sound of the girl walking away. Even then, she didn't open the door. Not yet. Not until she was certain.
(20:26:29 )
. . Outpost Regulator. .
SHADE
Outlaws Pass Outpost | Imagine Chat
[ On/By the Eastern Vosk River]
says to ·A n a t h a m e· |Prope: Hearing the scream from the other side of the door as it reverbed off of the wood itself, I looked to the slave and pointed down the stairs. I moved back against the wall, the slave inturn set the tray upon the floor so that you could hear it hit the floor. Well you had made Shade mad by running off, having him steal a tarn by renting it and setting it free. I took a step back I reached the other side of the frame, perhaps you were leaning against the door, perhaps you were only near it it mattered not to Shade at this point he stood firm on his right foot lifting up his left and kicking in the door. Sending the door forward and opened, as it pushed into you hard it wasn’t no love tap, and it caused then Petra to scream causing her to go down the stairs. I had already determined if you were here, I would be paying for a door tonight of some sort.
“ANATHAME!” Shade yelled, this was the very first time you had ever heard Shade even raise his voice other than yell.
He walked into the room grabbing hold of the door, throwing the net onto the floor, moving the door off of you. He glared at you.
(20:36:54 )
·A n a t h a m e·
|Property of Shade|
[Outlaw Pass Outpost | IC]
[ On/By the Eastern Vosk River]
says to . . Outpost Regulator. .: It was no surprise that the door wasn't as sturdy as she imagined it to be. The multiple locks definitely gave her a false sense of security--and at the time, maybe that was all that she needed. Unfortunately for her, she had indeed been standing near the door, although she was backing away with the purpose of letting the foot sit for a little while before daring to open it. So when the door caved inward at the violent kick, it knocked her backwards and landed on her legs. Not enough pressure to break them, but enough that it was going to be pretty damned bruised very quickly.
The sound of you yelling...actually yelling had been...a thing to behold. You hadn't even yelled when she hit you over the head with your own skillet and ran from you the first time. Maybe it was because when you were tracking her down, you discovered that she had fallen on the knife that she'd stolen from you.. Even as you picked up the door from off of her, she scrambled backwards, wearing a cloak that you knew didn't belong to her. It was long, and clearly belonged to a man and her long legs became tangled in it. Knowing that she couldn't get away from you...or your rage, she began to scream as well. Mostly to draw attention that perhaps there was a man attacking a free woman in one of the guest rooms...because presently, no one knew that she was actually a slave. "Someone help me!!!!" You were going to....hurt her. Badly. And if they could just apprehend you long enough to believe that she was a free woman and not a run away slave, there was still a chance that she could get away. You and Harold and even that old bitty Magda plotted against her. During the hours she spent in this dark room, she had somehow convinced herself that you kidnapping her had been no accident...that all of you had conspired against her for months!
(20:44:46 )
. . Outpost Regulator. .
SHADE
Outlaws Pass Outpost | Imagine Chat
[ On/By the Eastern Vosk River]
says to ·A n a t h a m e· |Prope: When you started screaming it did alert others to the room, one of the men came into the room. “What is going on in here, “ I looked to him, “Mind your own business, she is my slave. She ran from the markets” He looked to you and shook his head, I looked back to you as you started to scream again and with a low left to high right backhand with my right hand I struck your lower jaw, perhaps lifting you off of the floor, I clenched my fists together. As I would assume you didn’t go all the way down I grabbed hold of that cloak you wore, I noted it was the mans from the market I had seen at one of the vendor tables, “who gave you the cloak Anathame?” I demanded.
I tore it off of you, revealing your collar to the other men coming into the room, noting you wore nothing but a piece of silk. I reached over and grabbed you by the head of the hair and pushed you hard to the floor, “don’t speak yet Anathame, lay on your back, pull your knees to your chest, put your hands clasped together beneath your knees and hold your feet up flat” I said to you.
I walked then to the broken door, I pushed my foot through the timbers they were a bit too fragile, and then I saw a broom, I lifted it up and then broke it over my knee as I held it and smacked it into my hand, with a loud thwacking sound.
(20:55:58 )
·A n a t h a m e·
|Property of Shade|
[Outlaw Pass Outpost | IC]
[ On/By the Eastern Vosk River]
says to . . Outpost Regulator. .: "I'm not your slave! I'm a free woman! He...he stole me from my home, like a thief in the night! My name is Adagio Verd--" The large hand connecting with her jaw had silenced her momentarily. The force of the hit caused her teeth to click together , resulting in her biting her tongue, hard. Tasting blood in her mouth enraged her. To your question, telling her to out Paolo. She said nothing. Instead, she spit the blood on the floor at your feet.
Anathame began fighting like a wild-larl, beyond enraged when you started to tear the cloak from her body. It had been her security the last day and a half. But removing it had proven that she was indeed...for all intents and purposes, a slave. She balled her fist and swung it wildly, andrenaline surging through her.
Anathame managed to push herself into a sitting position. The men were still gathered at the door, as was the slave Petra who stared horrified, having had no idea that Anathame had been a slave, just as herself. She certainly didn't act like one--which led her to believe that the woman was telling the truth..that she had been stolen..initially. But the fishing village with mostly poor, humble men...weren't too big on honor. Not when it came to protecting their own. Already, property had been damaged because of this. The men were blocking the door, blocking her only means of escape. She looked around wildly, and suddenly grabbed the lantern. Scrambling to her feet...as excrutiating as it was was, she managed to stand up. Granted, her back was pressed against the wall. "I'll set this place on fire!!" She said, holding the lantern high, preparing to hurl it. Yes.. it was clear that she had lost her hold on her sanity momentarily. It was strange what rage could do to a person. Oh, she supposed that it had always been there...under the surface and it would not have taken much to break it. But the calm surface had been penetrated and there was an anger from her that could engulf an entire city. And that is exactly what was going to happen if you took a step closer. She was out of her mind right then...and there was the very real possibility that she would do what she said she would.
(21:12:36 )
. . Outpost Regulator. .
SHADE
Outlaws Pass Outpost | Imagine Chat
[ On/By the Eastern Vosk River]
says to ·A n a t h a m e· |Prope: I should of seen that coming actually, first you stab yourself, I stitch you up, now you run here, you possibly getting a busted up face, a lot of bruising, you spat at my feet now ya threatening to burn the place down. I watched her parade around, you could tell Shade was mad, he is not very often mad, and this was rare for him his composure is his best tool. I didn’t even have to say anything before Petra threw the basin of water at you soaking you and the lantern putting it out as I moved forward, the one lantern out leaving the one behind me. Still lighting up the room.
“You will do no such thing Anathame” my voice sounded calm no one could tell if this was his true demeanor or not.
Shade turned to the men, “I will pay for the damages” the proprietor heard my words. “Good, she’s not welcome back here. If you don’t kill her, we’ll skin her and filet her flesh while she is still alive.” The man said. I looked to Anathame.
”Oh she won’t die, that’s a waste of good slave flesh, too many go that route and rid our regions of good workers.” I laughed, as did the men
I took a step in closer to Anathame, mid her shouting, about burning the place down. I took hold of the collar, I hit the end of the broomstick upon the lantern to knock it out of her hand as it fell it smashed upon the floor.
I stood there and looked into your eyes, the stale night air whisked by, his eyes a dark cobalt. “ You will listen to me Anathame, I figured you were headed to Venna, since I didn’t find you in the river you had to be here” I smirked moving my hand up from your collar until I had a fist full of your hair, as I gripped and intertwined my fingers within your locks. “This is the last time Anathame.” I stated firmly. “Now go into position as I said to. Lay on your back, put your hands behind your knees clasp your fingers together, and pull your knees to your chest. Do it on your own accord or I will have the men here hold you in place.”you could tell he was being completely honest.
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