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Post by Deleted on Jul 15, 2017 21:30:02 GMT -8
The woman subtly rolled her eyes at the necromancer's words, but she understood his logic. It was just as flawed as anyone elses around there. Her head would come up at attention as Chataya began to present the individuals in chains - her hand never ceasing the affectionate petting upon her new pet's head. She let her eyes wander over each and ever one available, though in truth none of them really held her attention for long. She had no urges to sate - she had two very well groomed men for her desires, and now a lovely little fire girl to pamper. What more did she need?
However, in her boredom, she thought of a mild cure. Her smile became a bit more mischevious, and her free hand - after plucking up another pieces of meat to savor on her tongue, would flick towards the pregnant female. "You know as well as I that just saying such a thing doesn't make the claim. A strong arm worker shows in form just by looking - I want to see if she truly is well practiced. Present her, if you wouldn't mind."
The second male at her will and call, sitting on the floor on the other side of the chair compared to where the slaves were lined up, tried to subtly lift his head to peer over his master's lap - seeming a bit curious as to the idea of a female presenting herself.
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Post by Aleister Crowley on Jul 20, 2017 5:21:31 GMT -8
Now that the business of the house was underway, Aleister knew he would have little in the way of conversation from his sister, Lucile, and any other guests. The necromancer had very little interest in living slaves, aside from the occasional entertainment they might provide with the performance of some degrading or dangerous act. Killing them was an option, he supposed, but as they were his sister's way of making herself both useful and some profit, it was out of his character to kill the cattle once all the work had gone in to training them. As a result, he would most likely either be very bored, or have to make his own fun.
As Lucile and Chataya talked over the slaves, distracted, Aleister motioned Osseus over to his side opposite his sister. He spoke to the skeleton draped in the skin of his pet in a low tone, ostensibly to not disturb or distract from the goings-on at dinner, but in reality to avoid others clearly hearing his words as he was sure they would lack the propriety befitting a dinner at the High Lady's table.
"Osseus, I would appreciate if you would see to one of the guest rooms being made up for me - I intend to stay the night and enjoy Lady Frederica's hospitality. I would very much like your personal attention to my stay." he said quietly.
Aleister gently ran his finger over a small patch of the skin suit, backed by a bit of padding to simulate muscle structure. "Might I add that that skin is very fetching on you. How does it feel?" he asked, still in a low tone.
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Post by Osseus on Jul 20, 2017 23:38:10 GMT -8
Osseus too was uninterested in slaves as art or playthings. Slaves were tools, utensils, each for its purpose, or else could be thought of, which Osseus found quite pleasing, as cogs and coiled springs interlocked in the mechanism of the great machine of Airedale Manor. It looked into the eyes of the “man” whose skin it wore, noting the flayed creature's expression of agony. No doubt it amused Lord Aleister, and therefore that particular slave served its purpose. “Yes,” it replied, musingly, as Aleister complimented the skeleton on suiting the skin better than its original owner. It began to feel a certain dissatisfaction with the skin, it's shoulder's hunched a little and it scratched absently with its ill-clad fingers the flesh of its other arm. No, this one was no good. Not right at all.
Osseus looked over with great interest as Lady Chataya brought out her selection of new slaves. It took a quick pass down the line, noting the features of the twelve and mentally sorting them into which would be useful, and for what. The skeleton walked up to the man who Chataya had introduced as a sort of linguist. Useful for entertaining the occasional foreign guest. It took a hold of the man's jaw firmly, forcing him to open his mouth, and looked inside, examining the teeth. It then took a general check of the slave's state of health, as much as was possible by eye. “If it's healthy, I'll take it. But it needs further examination.” As visibly scared as some of the slaves were of being manhandled by a glowing eyed skeleton, they had little inkling that being chosen by Osseus as a potential slave of the household was one of the least worst things that could happen to them. Osseus did not care for a slave's state of mind one way or another as long as they were able to perform their assigned functions, and while punishments were suitably harsh for those who took their time in learning not to make errors, the slaves generally weren't tortured or had sadistic whims enacted upon them, in order to keep them sufficiently mentally healthy to enact their duties. The only exceptions being those kept for the amusement of the manor's occupants and their guests, who did not all share Osseus' love for efficiency above all things. The skeleton's eyes slid to the pregnant elf. “Perhaps the offsrping will be of use. I would be pleased if you would give me first refusal once you have raised it to a sufficient age,” It said to Chataya. “I fear the female will be of little use as a whore once the young has been whelped. The process mars the body rather, inside and out.” It ran a hand over the skin of its chest, feeling the coils of hair that stood out on it. “The skin … is often ruined with unsightly marks. There's a likelihood this female may not survive the birth – I prefer the slaves I buy for the household to have at least a few years use in them.” There was a tone to its voice that suggested it disapproved of Chataya even bringing a slave with such a short shelf-life to its and Lady Lucile's attention.
It stopped also before a dark haired woman, a human. Roughly it's own height, the skeleton judged. The woman's cheekbones were strong, her skin an earthy red-brown and, when the skeleton touched it, velvety soft. It found the way the hip bones jutted to the surface pleasing. Yes, her skin … was … quite pleasing, quite … interesting. It turned her, surveying her front and back, her sides. “This one I will take for my personal use,” it said to Lady Chataya. Osseus did not talk money at the dinner table. Chataya would bill it for the slaves it chose, and it would pay, all behind the scenes and without quibble. Osseus always found her prices quite reasonable.
Once it was through with the woman it chose for itself, Osseus saw Aleister motioning towards it, and stepped back with a small bow to Lucile and Chataya, to see to Lord Aleister's wishes. “My ladies, I shall return presently,” it said, before letting the two ladies continue their negotiations. It lowered its head to be close to Aleister's, hands clasped behind its back, ready to receive his whims. “The guest rooms are already prepared, my lord, in case of such an eventuality. Your wish is my very command, while you are under this roof,” Osseus's flaming blue eyes smouldered at Lord Aleister as he commanded it's personal attention. Having Lord Aleister look at it in such a way filled Osseus with a deep pleasure like no other. To be regarded as a desirable being was not something it had experienced before Lord Aleister, and the skins seemed only to heighten Aleister's enjoyment. It was part of what made Osseus feel like a real person, not merely a walking pile of bones. “I'll confess, Lord Aleister, I don't believe this skin is 'the One', however, if it pleases you I shall wear it tonight for you alone. Without the cloak.”
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Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2017 0:32:29 GMT -8
Chataya had never been very fond of Osseus. It was always just a small bit too proper for her taste and she was well aware of the affections her brother had for the skeleton. He had never told her, but as twins, they had a special connection so she just knew. She couldn't tell if it was jealousy she felt, or if she simply thought her brother should take interest in something better. She had come to know exactly which ones he would take an interest in, but he wasn't the only one she had to please. There were more than just functional properties to her slaves, she liked to entertain her buyers as well. The woman served a purpose for that and Lucile had taken her bait. "Of course you will Dear Osseus, may the child survive the training you will be the first to see it. I have also taken much care of the female to make sure she will be in proper shape even after she has given birth to the child." Chataya would raise up the rags that the woman was wearing. Her belly was protruding and clearly showing, it wouldn't be long till she gave birth. A month or 1,5 perhaps. Yet no stretch marks could be seen on her skin. "We both know I only deliver the best quality of slaves. A skin that has had proper care can just as easily retract as it stretched out. I also will make sure you have a proper midwife to see to her every need during the birth and make sure to do anything to keep her alive. It would be a waste to lose the woman after training her all this way." she would let the rags fall again as Osseus had already walked on to the next one in line. She had not expected the interest he was showing in the dark skinned woman. Perhaps he just wanted to try a different color for his wardrobe sometime. "She is all yours." she said with a smile, the deal struck as it always had. Once Osseus had turned away and left she turned back to Lucile. "Sorry to make you wait, my dear, as you know Osseus always wants to look them over first." she would smile a wicked smile and would take the whip from her hip and unroll it on the floor. She would walk back to the pregnant woman and lean into her ear. "You heard Lady Frederica. Step forward and present yourself."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 25, 2017 1:26:57 GMT -8
Lucile watched with a twisted amusement as the pregnant woman squatted and presented her intimacy for the lords and ladies of the table to see - a few of them muttering and chuckling. But she wasn't quite done - a subtle gesture of her free hand on Bruno's side of the chair was all she did, and the male leered over at the clear invitation.
Presuming Chataya hadn't anticipated this or made a quick enough move to stop him, the man made animal would tear across the floor in a sudden motion - surprisingly fluid on all fours after being confined to that way for some time - and crash into the poor woman. There would be several barks of laughter and words of entertainment from the spectators as Bruno took it upon himself to take her down to a very similar position to his own and mount her like a mad dog in heat.
It seemed there was quite a bit of cruelty known amongst those of authority, as the slaves watching and Primrose would find out.
"I daresay, you may be right!" the High Lady would add through her laughter, sitting up in her chair a little more properly to indulge a little more heartily in her meal. "She might be a good little bed mate. Alas, I have no need for a third."
Despite her words, and if not stopped, Bruno wouldn't care and continue his perverted act.
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Post by Primrose on Jul 25, 2017 3:27:41 GMT -8
When the woman was forced to open her legs and expose herself to the masters, Primrose couldn't help but look away. It was so vulgar, and the laughs only made it worse. She imagined herself in that same situation and couldn't even begin to imagine how she would feel. The embarrassment. And yet the woman showed almost no emotion, she hadn't objected, she had just done as she had been asked. How awful was this training she had gone through? How could anyone be so obedient to such horrible requests?
It was only when something moved past her in a very fast pace that her thoughts broke up and she turned to look around once again. The view she found there wasn't any better. One of the dog slaves was going at the woman as an animal. She didn't want to look, but somehow she couldn't turn her eyes away. The laughter once again rose in the massive space and echoed off the wall. They were clearly enjoying the what was going on in front of their eyes.
But the dog slave was one of Lucile's. Worry suddenly over took her. She didn't want to get treated that way, she didn't want to become one of the play things of the dog slave, or be forced to endure him for Lucile's pleasure. A third bed slave? Who were the other two? Was she forgetting to count her? Finally, she would look away and stare at the ground in front of her. "No... no.." she softly whispered to herself, hoping nobody would hear.
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Post by Aleister Crowley on Jul 29, 2017 6:29:26 GMT -8
Aleister watched as Lucile's pet was having at the pregnant human slave. This elicited laughs and jeers from the other attendees, but Aleister simply sat and watched with a strange smile on his face. It was entertaining, of course, but he found it hard to be as engaged in the activity as some of the others were, especially with Osseus on his mind. For a being who's depravity seemingly knew no bounds, the simple act of one human mating with another couldn't help but fall flat in many ways - they weren't even dead. Aleister had difficulty seeing living humans as useful for his own purposes, and in most cases viewed them as if they weren't even born yet. The living lacked a certain quality Aleister wasn't entirely sure he could articulate; a quality that could only be obtained by touching the other side.
Nonetheless, Aleister didn't begrudge anyone around him having their good time. He certainly had every intention of having his own later - in the private company of Osseus.
"The beauty of your search is having so many different skins to admire you in; no two entirely alike. I am certain any skin you choose to wear will be more pleasing than the last." the necromancer continued to converse with Osseus below the laughter of the crowd.
"But I don't mind you knowing that I particularly enjoy the skins with a little something more to hold on to around the hips."
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Post by Osseus on Jul 29, 2017 7:36:15 GMT -8
The nobles needed their entertainment to let off steam, although like Aleister, Osseus was not particularly titilated by the affair. As the slaves mated ingloriously on the floor of the chamber, it concerned Osseus in only two ways. One, that the prospective child within the female's womb might be damaged by such rough treatment of the mother's body and that it seemed reckless of the slavemistress to allow it for the sake of a smile or laugh from Lady Lucile; and two, that there may well be a small mess made on the immaculate marble floor. The skeleton raised a hand, made eye contact with a slave discreetly at standby at the back of the hall, and motioned for him to fetch cleaning equipment with a minute gesture.
It returned its attentions to the handsome necromancer that he stood beside. “I will have Master Fleischer get to work on that one as soon as possible,” Osseus replied, casting a glance back to the long haired female slave, who now had gone rather a few shades paler as she watched the exhibition play out on the floor. “Perhaps I will slip into a skin more to your liking, Lord Aleister, when the other guests have returned to their manses, or are safely tucked into bed here.” A bony hand was placed on Aleister's shoulder and massaged it in small circles, in such a way that no other guest would notice. Osseus looked aside, and caught the eye of another of his waiting slaves. There were no gestures necessary here. She knew what she needed to prepare for the night ahead, and would make a start now so that all was ready later.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2017 20:52:00 GMT -8
After the crowd had been able to get their laughs of, Chataya took a hold of her whip once again and gave a small flick so it would land on the back of Bruno. It wouldn't be enough to leave any marks on him, after all Bruno wasn't her to dicipline, but it should be enough to let him know that he was no longer welcome to go at the pregnant slave.
"You certainly don't need one, my Dear. After all you already required a pretty thing today." she gave Lucile a warm smile. She would make a gesture with her hands to the ogres that were in the room and they would soon come closer to get the pregnant female to her feet. After that all the slaves that hadn't been chosen for the covenent would be marched back towards the slave facility.
Once the door had closed behind them, Chataya would take her place among the table and plot a little bit of food in her mouth. "So now that we have decided on this matter, are there other things that need our attention?"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2017 21:14:17 GMT -8
Bruno let out something akin to a snarl when the whip snapped across his back - it had been a very minor blow compared to others he had felt. He resisted giving up the momentary toy to plunge himself into, giving the Warden a very dirty glare. He wasn't finished.
But Lucile's hard gaze made him think twice. He took his sweet time removing himself from the slave he had dominated - clearly still ready to go in a physical aspect - but he made his way back to his place at the side of his master's chair, making sure to peg the new red head with that intense stare for a moment or two before he sat beside the High Lady with his head down in silence.
Lucile allowed herself a moment to calm down from her laughter to regain her composure, also taking the moment to indulge in her plate. "Mm... have we gathered any more information on this silly little rebellion I've heard of? Again?" she asks, seeming rather annoyed by the prospect as she glanced about the faces at the table. "Found anymore stray humans hiding out?"
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Post by Aleister Crowley on Aug 7, 2017 12:34:08 GMT -8
"This conversation continuing much further will almost certainly take on the look of impropriety. I do, however, look forward to continuing it in the privacy of my room later. I am certain anything you decide to wear will be most pleasing - it always is." Aleister said to Osseus with a sly smile.
There was probably only a handful of people present that didn't know what the pair got up to in their private time alone together - certainly Chataya and Lucile at any rate - but of course the appearance must be upheld. In truth, nearly all of the aristocracy had their own set personal quirks, just as Aleister and Osseus did.
It was only the mention of the human resistance that snapped Aleister out of the lustful fog, centered on Osseus, that had settled on his mind. He turned to address Lucile and answer her question.
"High Lady, one of my seers at the spire managed to give us the location of a pocket of the human resistance in Stathmore. I allowed for a party with a few of my creations to raid the hole the little parasites had dug for themselves. The mage that took control of one of my newest creations overestimated her ability to control the creature, and none of the cattle or the thieves that took them survived. Thirty-eight bodies in total were returned to the spire, some of them human and some not - it is still unclear exactly how much information we will be able to glean from the dead, but I expect we should be able to find at least a few more holes to plug."
Aleister reported the news of the rebellion to Lucile quickly and concisely. She had asked a direct question and would, of course, receive a direct answer. The necromancer took a moment to sip a bit of the hot gray liquid (his drink of choice) in the tea cup he'd been served.
"It is unfortunate that none of the perpetrators of this little temper tantrum survived, but sadly we are dealing with such frail creatures. As an interesting side note, the mage also died in the attempt to bring my creation under her control again. Poor thing."
Given that Aleister had provided life to the undoubtedly brutish and grotesque creature responsible for ripping through the pocket of human resistance, in all likelihood he'd allowed the mage to die at the creature's hand. There was a price to be paid for failure, and invariably Aleister levied a horrible tax against the underlings that found themselves unable to raise to the occasion.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 8, 2017 8:27:27 GMT -8
Chataya listen carefully to Aleister as he told her what had happened with the human resistance in Strathmore. She chewed on a small piece of meat, swallowing it carefully and drank some of her drink.
When he finished, she decided it was her turn to speak. "I too have run into trouble with this 'human resistance'. They have tried to interfere with my raids multiple times, though the way they try to do it is from a distance by blocking my paths and trying to trap me in a corner. I have not been able to actually see any faces so I could hunt them down myself." she paused. "Maybe if my little brother hadn't ripped so many bodies apart we could have found out what connects them or find clues as to where they operate from." she gave her brother a nasty growl. Though she mostly just jealous he had been the one given the resistance such a big loss instead of her.
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Post by Aleister Crowley on Aug 8, 2017 15:22:15 GMT -8
Aleister quickly scoffed at his sibling, almost cutting her off, and certainly heading off any response anyone else might have immediately had to her statement.
"How droll, dear Chataya." he said, indicating his dry amusement at her weak stab at his own handling of the situation. Aleister knew his sister to be cunning, smart, manipulative, and nearly entirely devoid of compassion - she could have done better. Aleister turned his attention back to Lucile.
"Lucile I must ask you to forgive my little sister, she forgets that my work is not so simple as breaking a few weak-minded cattle. She also manages to forget that I am occasionally in the habit of bringing the cattle back to this world once they manage to shuffle off of our mortal coil. This, takes time - and my work doesn't produce beings with the capacity to lie to me."
Aleister looked over the spread of strange and exotic foods as he passive-aggressively criticized his sister, contemplating on what to politely nibble on next.
"I only say so to contrast my method of information extraction against that of Lady Chataya, which given how fragile humans are can yield some less than reliable results - all the way up until she beats them to death." he chose a small round of cheese topped with a tiny bit of green paste, and put it on his plate.
"Of course I wouldn't put it by her to try beating answers out of the dead as well."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 9, 2017 7:38:57 GMT -8
It was as she didn't want to hear - there were encounters. Little gaggles of humans and Elves looking to fight back against the natural order. Her free hand would carefully wipe away stains from her fingertips onto her napkin before reaching over the table for the pitcher of ice water - which she would pour a fair amount to partially fill a second goblet.
She finished chewing the beef she had bitten into before speaking. "Dear Crowleys, do try to get along. You both know I've mused over the loss of my sister before my turning and how I would adore to have her back. At least you two have each other at the end of the day - and very well match in brains and wit," she adds with a smirk to her lips. "But I am glad that you are handling the findings well enough - any yes, I should hope that some information on their little resistance will come to light with some persuasion."
The goblet would be lifted and then lowered, hovering just a few inches from Primrose's face in offering. Lucile wouldn't look down to the girl, but just hold it there - expecting a very swift response in one form or another when the girl realized what was happening.
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Post by Primrose on Aug 9, 2017 10:45:11 GMT -8
Even though the conversation had moved on, Prim had not entirely recovered from what she had seen with Bruno and the pregnant slave. She no longer felt able to relax into Lucile her lap and instead kept her eyes on the dog-like slave, making sure to move away if he even came a little bit closer to her. It took so much of her concentration that the conversation happening above the table was completely lost to her.
It was only when the goblet was lifted towards her that her concentration towards Bruno was broken. She would look up and back to the goblet for just a second before she would take it and check what was inside of it. When she saw it was just water she started to gulp it down as if she hadn't drunk anything in a long while. The water would leak from beside the glass in her eagerness and float down past her cheeks to her chin, where it dripped down into the floor. It would only take a few seconds for the goblet to empty in just a single chuck.
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Post by Osseus on Aug 11, 2017 7:53:17 GMT -8
Osseus took Aleister's point silently. There would be plenty of time to rekindle their romance in Aleister's guest suite. Although Osseus would deny playing favourites, he had given Aleister what he considered the best guest suite in the mansion, save for the one reserved for visiting royalty, and had had the servants pre-stock it with all of his favourite things, including the peculiar items that Aleister favoured as part of his bedroom entertainment.
It could only express disapproval at the very notion of a slave rebellion. "A place for everything, and everything in its place," was one of the skeleton's personal mottos. Humans and elves who did not know their place in Helmfirth's hierarchy were worse than rebels, they were nothing more than detritus to be scoured from the surface of the country, with the same efficiency as the mansion's servants were now cleaning up from the impromptu mating of Lucile's pet with the new slave. "A truly disgusting affair. Thankfully I have heard nothing of it from any of my underlings," Osseus spoke up into the vacuum left by the end of the twins' bickering. "Should it reach the manor, it truly would be a blight. Until then, perhaps it will contain itself to outlying quarters of the realm." The seneschal's remit was the manor itself, but Osseus would have no qualms about stepping forth to crush slave rebellions should it be required to do so.
Seeing Aleister hesitating over his choice of delicacies, Osseus proffered a salver of Manticore ham slices, rolled into delicate tubes and decorated with capers.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 12, 2017 20:04:46 GMT -8
Lucile watched as her lovely little doll emptied the glass in haste - poor thing. She would reach to take it when it was empty. "There, there, slow down," she would coo, bringing it to rest on the table again - despite a couple of distasteful looks from others at the table.
Her attention would return to the conversation at hand. "Osseus, I should hope that it doesn't breach this household, either. Should it do so, however, I would hope that we squash it quickly. Seize any that are acting out or seeming to conspire. We will hold them in the cells in the basement for Chataya to come and take - and between her and her brother I'm sure they will get the information we seek out of them.
"I have a... a slight suspicion that there might be safe houses within the city. Above ground - I can't imagine there would be any around the Scourge underground. After all, how crazy would it be to try and hold a save haven for humans near or around our beloved Warden's prisons? Hmm?" She would chuckle slightly, echoed with a few of the other dinner guests.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 12, 2017 23:58:41 GMT -8
Chataya swirled her drink while she listened to the conversation. She had decided to ignore her brothers snarks and continue to be worried about the matter at hand. "Safe houses huh?" she said considering. "If that would be the case there must be a way to mark these houses so people know where they are." she kept swirling it.
"We need to capture one alive." she decided in the end and brought her eyes up to the people around the table. "Hellhounds have good noses. If we capture one alive we could let it 'escape' our grasp after we take something that keeps its smell. My hellhounds will surely chase him down while he has taken refuge in one of those houses once more. That way the rest will be found as well." she smiled at her own plans and took another sip of her drink. The biggest smile would be for her brother, wondering how proud he would be at her made up plan.
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Post by Aleister Crowley on Aug 30, 2017 5:10:57 GMT -8
Aleister couldn’t stifle a chuckle at the idea of the human resistance making their way to the manor.
“Armed human rebellion here at the manor? If only we were so lucky. Then we could snuff the pathetic bugs out all at once instead of having to burn them out of the holes they hide in. Let us pray they are capable of that level of stupidity.”
Aleister took one of the beautifully formed and decorated hors d'oeuvres that Osseus offered him on the silver platter.
“But, perhaps I’m giving the cattle too much credit in assuming they won’t attack us directly. In my experience humans seem to have a nearly boundless capacity for unbridled stupidity, but I assure you we could lay low an army of humans before the first one of them even made it to the door of the manor.”
The necromancer listened as his sister put together a plan for letting one of the humans go, and having the hounds track them to wherever they might be hiding. She looked rather pleased with herself, and as much as the two of them might constantly be at each other’s throats, they’d spent the last three centuries learning that one of them could not be without the other.
He nodded. “Let one of them go, and the rat might very well scurry right to one of the holes their compatriots have chewed in the wall. The plan is beautiful in its simplicity, and all things considered very low risk on our end. The absolute worst that happens is we lose one of the cattle, which is a pittance when compared to finding an above ground safe house here in Airedale.”
Aleister nibbled the bit of ham he’d taken from Osseus.
“Also if there is a safe house somewhere in Stathmore, that means the slaves are being aided by non-humans. I’m sure our Warden would like to have a chat with them. What a shame if one of the residents that enjoy our protection here in the north would choose to repay us in this way.”
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Post by Deleted on Jul 23, 2018 0:08:46 GMT -8
{Many months later}
Lucile sat, completely silent, at the banquet table. She had been there for some time this morning, sitting back with an elbow propped up on the arm of her chair and her cheek cradled in her fingers with one subtly stroking her lip back and forth, back and forth. Her eyes had remained hard on the entrance doors this entire time, the servants bustling about to set the table for brunch - not a single work uttered to her and not to them. Her pets were at either side of her chair, as usual.
But nothing was usual today. Months had ticked by, and things were changing. Endless flooding of reports indicating rebel activity. The prisons were constantly taking in more, now her own people. Non-humans and humans alike were being dragged into the hollows of that horrible place for questioning, training, breaking - and nothing was changing. Things were only getting worse. And despite all the numbers, Nessoria wasn't giving her any updates. Like it was all for naught, or she was hiding something. What was going on?
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