Schon arrives on the first shipment of Slaves of the season, but is his destiny to rot in a cell and die by experimentation, or perhaps something so much more?
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An undead citadel created before the cataclysm, Sahova is devoted to all kinds of magical research. The living may visit the island, if they are willing to obey its rules. [Lore]
by Thomas Cosa on April 5th, 2013, 4:51 am
Thomas flinched, afraid. Malestrom's wrath was infamous, especially among the unrecognized pulsers of Sahova, many a master often threatening even the delusion of disobedience with a immediate deliverance to labs of the reimancy master.
And then, he was gone.
Thomas gaze held on the newly acquired slave, the young animator not daring to watch as Malestrom stormed out of the slave auction, a secret smile tugging at the pulser's lips.
Quickly, before the master could return, Thomas met the slave out on the floor, "With me," he called out, motioning to the three souls he had bought, leading them towards the animation labs.
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by Schon on April 5th, 2013, 7:28 pm
Quick to move when called, I attended the lone breathing wizard who had just bought me my life back. Though I did not know it at the time.
I followed wordlessly.
Some part of me knew even then, that I had been spared a significant amount of doom. It would not be the last time I saw Malestrom, no where close, but at least I had lived through our initial meeting. Thanks in no small part to my new owner, Master Cosa. He had not been a master by Sahova's standards that fateful day he bought my life, but with time he would be. And if there was anywhere in Mizahar that hag of a goddess, Tanroa, inevitable grip slacked it was in dear Sahova.
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