stealthpanther
Local crazy cat lady
- Joined
- Oct 7, 2020
It was nearly midday in the Vallean city of Endell, and at last the 'wares' were all out on full display. About twenty three of them in total, each bearing a collar and chain, plus ankle or wrist shackles as deemed necessary. Male and female, young and seasoned, docile and aggressive- there was plenty of variety. No species or race was exempt.
As one of the few cities in Vallea wherein the slave market was still legal, Endell was a veritible hotspot for the remaining 'merchants'. The dwindling competition meant prices could be driven higher, and fear of the law kept some would be fellow slavers from continuing the business.
What Crnobog knew, however, was that while the sale of slaves had been abolished throughout most of Vallea, the owning of them was still perfectly legal throughout the kingdom. So long as he only sold in the safety of a city like Endell, he wouldn't be at any risk of the dungeons. A satisfied smirk threatened to form upon his lips as a few potential buyers drew closer to the side alley of the marketplace.
Xylia glared out at her captor and any passers by with disdain and irritation, wrists cuffed with barely two inches of chain between them while her chain 'leash' was kept about half the length of most of her fellow captives (Rorek being the only one with more restraints than she). She made no effort to struggle as the other cuffed prisoner did, but her violet eyes conveyed the same fury as Rorek's futile raging. No, as much as she wanted to attempt escape and kill the scum that so ensnared her, she knew now was not the time. She intended on saving her energy for an inevitable struggle ahead; it would do her no good to be worn down now. The halfling was quiet and still, a viper lying in wait.
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Twilight was fast approaching, Xylia one of only six slaves left, four males and one other female. Any potential buyer was met with a low growl as she went eerily still, like a dog before a bite or a snake coiled in the underbrush. Some took it as a challenge, but any who dared try to touch her and lift her head for inspection ended up bitten for their efforts. Each time, Crnobog whipped the young woman in retaliation, red faced with fury as she dared to cause him trouble. Any victim of her teeth was offered a significant reduction in price and a grovelling apology for their troubles should they choose to pick another slave.
Despite the whipping, the auburn haired female bit her lips to muffle her cries, and she refused the urge to fight or attempt to escape the whip. He couldn't hurt her too bad out of fear of damaging the 'goods', nor did she want to give the bloated buffoon any more satisfaction at her expense. Besides, she had to keep her strength up for when she'd really need it!
As one of the few cities in Vallea wherein the slave market was still legal, Endell was a veritible hotspot for the remaining 'merchants'. The dwindling competition meant prices could be driven higher, and fear of the law kept some would be fellow slavers from continuing the business.
What Crnobog knew, however, was that while the sale of slaves had been abolished throughout most of Vallea, the owning of them was still perfectly legal throughout the kingdom. So long as he only sold in the safety of a city like Endell, he wouldn't be at any risk of the dungeons. A satisfied smirk threatened to form upon his lips as a few potential buyers drew closer to the side alley of the marketplace.
Xylia glared out at her captor and any passers by with disdain and irritation, wrists cuffed with barely two inches of chain between them while her chain 'leash' was kept about half the length of most of her fellow captives (Rorek being the only one with more restraints than she). She made no effort to struggle as the other cuffed prisoner did, but her violet eyes conveyed the same fury as Rorek's futile raging. No, as much as she wanted to attempt escape and kill the scum that so ensnared her, she knew now was not the time. She intended on saving her energy for an inevitable struggle ahead; it would do her no good to be worn down now. The halfling was quiet and still, a viper lying in wait.
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Twilight was fast approaching, Xylia one of only six slaves left, four males and one other female. Any potential buyer was met with a low growl as she went eerily still, like a dog before a bite or a snake coiled in the underbrush. Some took it as a challenge, but any who dared try to touch her and lift her head for inspection ended up bitten for their efforts. Each time, Crnobog whipped the young woman in retaliation, red faced with fury as she dared to cause him trouble. Any victim of her teeth was offered a significant reduction in price and a grovelling apology for their troubles should they choose to pick another slave.
Despite the whipping, the auburn haired female bit her lips to muffle her cries, and she refused the urge to fight or attempt to escape the whip. He couldn't hurt her too bad out of fear of damaging the 'goods', nor did she want to give the bloated buffoon any more satisfaction at her expense. Besides, she had to keep her strength up for when she'd really need it!