Location The Magistrates Office, Apply for Freeborn Status

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The Magistrates office is everything you expect it would be from a high powered official of the city. Of course this was not his personal office that was located behind a large cyphrus wood door to the right, but it was still referred to as "the Magistrates Office". All bookkeeping for the city goes on here, as well as filing formal complaints and other issues that might arise. The area is large and spacious, whoever had decorated it smartly used whites and pale colors to make it appear even more spacious. Of course this just meant more work for the Magistrate slaves that had to clean it, but it truly was worth bother in the eyes of the Dynasty.

Opulent couches line the room, dark wooden tables hold plants and ivies. Rugs give a rich feeling, rugs in pale blues and greens to dot the floor and to soften the feet of the freeborn and Dynasty. In the center is a large desk with a woman working behind it on a chair. Her blonde hair was functionally brushed and her freeborn brand was readily visible on her arm. She has several different forms, all organized into neat stacks.

Anyone coming in would get the same question, "Good day, how may I help you?" In a sturdy no-nonsense voice that spoke quietly of 'don't waste my time if you don't need anything' tones coating her words. On the table is a small brazier, with coals so hot that they glowed. There were several pokers placed into the coals ominously. If you are here to register for freeborn stats she will hand you this form to fill out:

Name:
Age:
Place of Birth:
Job Title seeking and expected wages:
Why you think this job fits:
Are you seeking Freeborn Status:(yes or no)
Relevant skills:
Do you have any slaves that are coming in with you from outside of Kenash:

Moderation note :

Just because you apply does not mean you are automatically a freeborn. Upon completion of this post follow up with a pm to the local ST. If your job is approved that is when you will get your freeborn branding.

Name:Rachel Sorhond
Race: Human
DoB:23 Fall 488
PoB:Kenash
Title:Magistrate Secretary
Skills:30 organization, 25 planning, 15 intimidation
Gnosis:None
Additional Info: Rachel is here to keep record of your freeborn status and your job status. Remember in Kenash, if you are new you need to register for your freeborn mark and have a job. You have 30 days.

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[Kalesserimamoru]

Timestamp: 2nd of Winter 513 AV

Mamoru entered the office a bit worse for ware. The Dhani had been traveling for days and had finally landed on a nice little perch called Kenash. He was learning a lot about the place, and one thing that stood out the moment that he heard it was the brands that everyone had to wear or risk being enslaved. He found them all weird to say the least, on the one side of the world Myrians were killing everyone who didn't look like them, and in this city, if one didn't allow them to burn their skin, they were forced to plow the fields.

The trickster made his way to the desk and sought out help for whatever was supposed to happen. He spoke with the blonde woman, but wasn't in the mood at the time to bother with any curious flirting. He simply made it known that needed a freeborn brand and took the application from her.

Name: Kalesserimamoru
Age: 119 years old
Place of Birth: Zinrah
Job Title seeking: Bodyguard
Freeborn Status: yes please
Relevant skills: Wresting, brawling, Hypnosis, Morphing,
Do you have any slaves that are coming in with you from outside of Kenash: No

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Rachel eyed the trickster as he slipped in the front door, her blue eyes boring into him with little relief from her stare. Something in her stance made it very generally known by most who entered that she was not someone you could sweet talk. When he handed the slip of paper back she glanced down, her pert lips mouthing his name silently, pronouncing it in her head before she set it carefully aside in the "Freeborn" bin to be filed away properly when she wasn't in the middle of branding. She stands, and from another basket a small hard cut off of a root is placed on a saucer and handed to him, along with a tube that was about the size of his pinky with a opaque jelly inside.

"Eat the ginger root now. This will hurt, don't feel ashamed in screaming most do. The root won't help that but it will help to deaden a little of the after math. The gel is to be slathered on once a day until the brand is healed." She rattled off the information in a mechanical voice, a tone of one who had said such things many times. "Arm or hand?" She asked, her own hand carrying the Freeborn mark before she opened her palm, and motioned for him to give his arm to her. Once his choice was made and his arm given over, her free hand takes one of the iron pokers and lifted it. The end was glowing yellow, and she quickly applied it to his skin. If he made any noise she didn't react. She didn't leave it on any longer then necessary, she got no pleasure in this part of her job, before she returned it to the brazier. "Mr. Kal-ess-erimamoru. About your job application, and your relevant skills. I think that Magistrate Lorenzo will want to speak with you, if you do not mind waiting for a few chimes before going in."

ooc infoJob already approved welcome to Kenash!

[Ilosk]

4th day of Winter, 513 AV Kenash is a strict city and the first thing he need to do was, of course, securing his position into state that no other being would be able to threw him into slavery. He had learnt from his previous master that in order to stay unchained inside boundary of Kenash, he only need to fill papers in "Magistrate's Office". "Welcome, how may I help... you?" the woman greeted him with a kind of semi-automatic tone... and ended in a oblivious suspicion. Pycon didn't get a quite warm welcome here. But she gave him his freeborn paper without much question, after all. Name: Ilosk Age: 6 Place of Birth: Lhavit Job Title seeking: Glypher Freeborn Status: Yes Relevant skills: Glyphing, Voiding, Projection, Calygraphy. Do you have any slaves that are coming in with you from outside of Kenash: None.

[Wes Morse]

33rd Day of Summer, 514

Wes arrived at the Magistrates office rather early that morning, having heard of it from a man at the inn. So he had a 30 day by, that wasn't going to be anywhere near enough for him to truly enjoy the place, with a sigh he found himself here ready to sign the form. He wasn't fond of the entire burning process, but then again there was the old saying of no pain no gain. He quickly spoke to the woman and recieved a form to sign. He was thankful it wasn't one of those overly talky desk people, they tended to know nothing interesting yet speak for far too long and that was coming from Wes who was fond of talking himself. He looked down at the form pondering on whether he should include all of his relevant skills, he came to a decision and sighed.

Name: Wes Morse
Age: 26
Place of Birth: Ravok
Job Title seeking:Information Broker/Interrogator
Freeborn Status:Yes
Relevant skills: Intelligence, Interrogation, Hypnotism
Do you have any slaves that are coming in with you from outside of Kenash: No

After filling in all the portions Wes pulled out his pipe and filled with Tobacco before using flint and steel to light it up. He took in a deep breath and pocketed the flint&steel. It was calming for one thing, he then picked up and held out the piece of paper to the woman. "That should be everything." He was ready for the branding, he exhaled a large cloud of smoke as he thought that and took in another pull, this was one of two things he could never get enough of.

[Adi Skyglow]

1st of Summer, 514 AV

Am I going around and collecting citizenship in all of Cyphrus now? Kuvan in Riverfall, hopefully today a Freeborn in Kenash? What's left...just Endrykas, I think, but that'll be hard to get to without a lot of luck, the young woman mused to herself as she entered the magistrate's office. She was pleasantly surprised to find it white inside-if she put the hood of her cloak up and leaned against the wall, perhaps she could blend in. A woman's voice startled her out of her thoughts, asking how she could help Adi.

Adi looked up towards the desk, where a blonde woman who looked like she'd take absolutely no nonsense from visitors sat surrounded by papers. One eyebrow was raised, and her eyes looked directly into Adi's.

"This is where I apply for Freeborn status, yes?" queried the Vantha, stepping forward towards her desk. The woman wasted no breath with a response, simply handing the dark-haired visitor a form, which she filled out promptly before handing it back to her.

Name: Adi Skyglow
Age: 20
Place of Birth: Skyglow Hold, Avanthal
Job Title seeking: Storyteller
Freeborn Status: Yes
Relevant skills: Storytelling
Do you have any slaves that are coming in with you from outside of Kenash: No

[Vice]

Adi: Your Freeborn status is fully approved as of the First of Summer. You will have a brand on your right hand with the letters 'FB' embossed upon the skin. This mark is to be untouched and if left alone, will heal fully and form the brand scar in a total of four weeks. Touching this brand before it is healed will tamper with it and is a crime punishable by exile. It is recommended that you keep it covered.

Wes: Your Freeborn status is also approved, but you will find that on occasion, animals follow your movements. You are also given a Freeborn brand upon your right hand and it will heal in a total of four weeks if left untouched. Tampering with this brand is punishable by exile and it is recommended that it is left covered.

[Alexander Hamish Moore]

23rd Summer, 514 AV

The slave Timothy had given him directions, for a favor, and a piece of chocolate. Alex was fine with that, what sort of problems could owing a slave a favor cause? He traveled through the city, and his thoughts. It was a short walk, across a bridge or two, he wasn’t really paying attention until he arrived at the first road leading into Kenash. He saw where the building was, in relation to where he was staying, and felt rather silly. He walked up the short path to the ornate office. While traveling with the caravan he had mostly avoided government buildings and their functionaries.

He stepped through the heavy wooden doors into the magistrate’s office. There was a rather attractive, and very neatly groomed. A few piles of paper were uniformly kept on the desk, and a burning brazier with several pokers drew Alex’s eye. His thoughts were shattered by a no nonsense and concise, “Good day, How may I help you?”

Alex feebly answered for the freeborn paper, and sat down as he clumsily held the quill in his left hand, his tongue sticking out in concentration as he used every ounce of his will power to write neatly, and legibly on the form he was handed

Name: Alexander Hamish Moore
Age: 22
Place of Birth: Syliras
Job Title Seeking: Mersinare
Freeborn status: Yes
Relevant Skills: Short bo, Long sored, Wildernis Survivol
Do you have any slaves coming with you from outside of Kenash: No

It took him almost half a bell to remember how to spell, and write. He was only mildly educated, reading and writing weren’t his strong suit.

[Vice]

You there, Freeborn!

So, Alexander has been given status as a Freeborn in Kenash and is subsequently hired as part of the mercenary stock that defends and does jobs for Bloodflower Estate on the Sitai Plantation. This means that you are confined to jobs from that plantation save for assignments that state that permission is granted by the Sitai Dynasty for their mercenaries' involvement. (This will always be stated in the quest/assignment included)

Accepting jobs from other Dynasties will result in action being taken against Alex, which can range anywhere from termination of employment without due compensation, to enslavement and even death.

Alexander Hamish now has a Freeborn mark upon his left hand, which, by law, cannot be covered or hidden from view. This is an injury that will take four weeks to fully recover. It will not impede usage of the hand, but it will sting and burn for the next four weeks, and care should be taken to not have filth enter the wound or infection will ensue. You are recommended to keep the wound covered until it heals, but once it does, concealment of the brand will be punishable by law.

[Dor'gen]

Timestamp: Summer 2, 514 AV Although the distance between Riverfall and Kenash was not grievously large, traveling the Kabrin Road on foot was the sort of task that left a man exhausted. Even for a full-fledged Akalak, the weariness of such a voyage was evident in every step he took. However, despite the nagging aches which characterized his feet, Isley held his head high as he entered the so-called Magistrates' Office. Long, confident strides bore the dark-skinned warrior throughout the radiant halls until he arrived in the appointed room. For a man accustomed to the simpler things in life, this was but a taste of the decadence that Kenash was known for. "Good morning ma'am." came his polite greeting upon entering the room. However, such tact was not reciprocated. Instead, his intentions were inquired in a rather terse tone; much akin to attempting to make conversation with an excessively busy individual. As such, Isley decided not to waste the woman's time and made his request very short and to the point. "I plan on staying in Kenash for quite some time, so I would like to apply for Freeborn status." he said. At once, he was provided with a form to fill out, which he promptly took to one of the couches lining the wall. Seating himself, he then began the process of providing the requested information. Once complete, he would return to the woman and indicate the location where his brand was to go: upon his arm, just under his palm. Name: Isley Vey'rd Age: 35 Place of Birth: Riverfall Job Title Seeking: Mercenary Freeborn Status: Yes Relevant Skills: Weaponry: Bastard Sword, Weaponry: Lakan, Weaponry: Buckler, Body Building, Acrobatics, Unarmed Combat Slaves?: None