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A city floating in the center of a lake, Ravok is a place of dark beauty, romance and culture. Behind it all though is the presence of Rhysol, God of Evil and Betrayal. The city is controlled by The Black Sun, a religious organization devoted to Rhysol. [Lore]
Rheon can be somewhat of an idiot at times. LOL, had to stay in character.
It’s funny how a day can turn out. When Rheon woke up this morning he did not expect to not have a crew. When he set up his registration he did not expect to be sold to a slave market and get all of his savings stolen. This was just one of those days, but if he was going to get sold to the slave market he might as well die.
This really left him with one choice. (Damn Ebonstryfe lowlifes. I can’t get a break around here.)He thought to himself. As the man stood him up and let his grip go for a brief moment. Rheon decided he might as well act now or forever hold his peace. He drew one of his three cutlasses and swung it wildly to create space between him and the Stryfe who raised him up and the other one approaching behind him. He then did what any brave warrior of freedom would do. He ran.
He ran for his life, but this time looking out for any brave citizens. He had his cutlasses drawn and his eyes attentive. The thoughts of “this isn’t happening” kept repeating through his brain over and over again like a song. He had no idea how to get out of this one but he knew he was prepared to fight this time. He took out of pouch of Mizas while he was running and poured out 100 mizas onto the ground. The mizas scattered everywhere and shined like golden fireflies upon the ground. Maybe the Stryfe would stop to pick it up. Maybe they would slip, but maybe the greedy people of Ravok will get in their way as they tried to collect the free money.
“Laviku I don’t ask for much and I’m not even sure if you could help me in this situation but I really need to get out of this alive. Your assistance for a Svefra in danger would be deeply appreciated. ”
After involuntary glancing at his Gnosis, Rheon sheathed his cutlass and slit his hand with a knife. He then pretended to commit suicide atop a bridge by acting as if he had slit his throat. With his hand bloody and against his neck this made it look more believable. He was a little dramatic but none the less this is what he came up with. He then fell into the canals but not before shouting “All hail Laviku! Return me to these waters.” With a loud splash he didn’t make any immediate movements as he allowed himself to go deeper into the lake hoping this would be enough. OOC:
Secret :
Sorry if this reply is not valid all I know is this is not a good situation but thanks for making the thread interesting to say the least
When Rheon started waving his scimitar around, the Stryfe in charge hissed. She drew her own blade, a much higher quality length of steel that slithered out of the sheath like a snake. Before the Svefra could do any damage, she sent a slash to the hilt that caused the blade to go spinning out of his hand. The free Ebonstryfe soldier took the liberty of confiscating the other two, while she stepped up and smacked Rheon hard on the head with the pommel of her blade.
"Ugh" she groaned, obviously irritated. The Svefra wouldn't be able to hear out this, as the blow was much stronger than that of the Ravosalaman... and had knocked him out cold. The rest of his actions were actually centered inside a dreamcredit of this idea goes to Alea XD, where he amazingly succeeded in escaping the Ebonstryfe's clutches. However, in the real Ravok, the woman was cursing.
"Now they wont pay as much! Rhysol damn him. And you two! Didn't you notice those blades? I swear, you're blind." She snorted, then sighed. "Once we organize this, we'll split the money three ways. No arguments, alright? Cmon... lets go." Picking up the Svefra's items, she stalked away, leaving the other two Stryfe to drag their catch behind...
Alright! :
Anyways, I kind of figured out how things could work. You know your participation in Alea's buying thread? Well, instead of buying, you're next on the list! We plan on arranging it so Val buys Alea, and the Valindox woman buys you
Oh, and don't worry about slavery. You might work your way up some day... and you don't have to pay living expenses! Life is so much easier This was just the more realistic path, considering life for non-citizens is VERY dangerous. The Stryfe were allowed to do that simply for A) being Ebonstryfe and B) You weren't a citizen. Technically, anyone could have done the same thing with no consequences
by Rheon Blueheart on December 7th, 2013, 11:18 pm 
This was just the more realistic path, considering life for non-citizens is VERY dangerous. The Stryfe were allowed to do that simply for A) being Ebonstryfe and B) You weren't a citizen. Technically, anyone could have done the same thing with no consequences 
