Open The slave merchandise.

[Renesa]

Day 38th,winter, 513 AV The girl, was squirming, sweating and having bad nightmares, but she soon woke up by a rude awakening.She had fell down her small, uncomfortable bed, landing on the ground with a hard thud.She immediately woke up, panting for a few minutes, trying to calm herself down.Ever since she abandoned her family, she had nightmares about her hurting those she cared about. "So that's how it is." Renesa said with a sigh,remembering how she never saw her family ever since that incident.She slowly got up, with a groan, having a bit of back pain from sleeping in the rough bed.She slowly unlocked the door, to see outside.She had no windows at all on her room, and so she had to always look outside to check if its daytime or nighttime. It was currently nighttime, which annoyed Renesa.It always took hours for her to be able to fall asleep again whenever she woke up because of the nightmares.She checked under her bed for her money.Luckily for her, the money was still there.Nobody stole anything from her.She took five silver mizas out of it, and walked outside of her home.She always wore the same leather clothes, only taking them off to take a bath on the nearby river, which made them be quite rough, and smelly.After all, she did not want to waste her money on anything that is not needed, at least until she gets a job. As soon as she got out of her home, though, she smiled to herself trying to look happy.Maybe she could lie to herself about her happiness, to the point that it becomes true, but that was not the case today.But she didn't want to look sad to anyone, so she kept lying to herself. She slowly walked towards the bar,deciding to try to drown her sorrows.Maybe if she got drunk she would feel better, and maybe forget of her pains.She thought to herself, forgetting about the dangers about drinking too much. As soon as she got inside the bar, she walked to the counter, giving the silver mizas to the barkeeper."I want as much ale as this can buy" She said giggling cheerfully.Even if she didn't want to waste money on clothes, she couldn't take alcohol out of her life.It was one of the greatest joys of her life. As soon as she got her hands on her ale, she began to drink it.She drunk like there was no tomorrow.She did not care if alcohol was harmful to her body or not, she simply kept drinking all of the ale she got.After she drunk all of the ale, she simply got up,barely being conscious anymore.Even if she was a great fighter while drunk, because of her berserk state, she had her limits, which she surpassed when it came to ale.She drank too much. She got up, and walked outside of the bar,barely being able to stand up.She slowly walked, slumping, doing all she could to stay awake.Her house wasn't far away from the tavern, she thought.It would only take a few minutes, she thought.It would take no time for her to get in that soft bed of hers, and fall asleep.But she only did the latter part, falling on the street, unconscious, smelling of beer. When she slowly woke up, she was feeling quite sick.Drinking that much alcohol wasn't a good idea as she slowly tried to move her arms before opening her eyes...but she couldn't.She quickly opened her eyes, scared for her life, only for her to notice she was on a slave market.But not as a customer, it was quite the opposite.She was there as a merchandise, tied up against a pole, not even being able to move.She was covered in cheap cloth, but it wasn't enough to actually protect herself from the cold.She shivered because of the cold, and she was sure she wouldn't be able to survive for too long because of it. there was a man,armed with a longsword behind a stand, waiting for a customer to approach.Because of the alcohol poisoning, Renesa couldn't be considered healthy, and so her price was just 75 golden mizas.

[Mortas Darkscourge]

Mortas was going about his regular routine, walking around the slave market. Picking up rumours and snippets of conversations here and there. Stopping to talk with familiar faces. He liked to think of himself as a well known face in the market, he had after all, been there his entire life. Since Amon had died however it seemed like people treated him with less respect, as if they didn't care about him any more. He had slowly come to the realization that the only reason the other slavers treated him well was because of Amon, and the support it gave him. They knew not to mess with him because he had friends.... but now, now he had nobody. This same thought was being rolled over and over in his head, pulling him towards the ideals of this "Hound" person who had a feud against the Daggerhands. He needed allies, powerful ones and he seemed like the perfect candidate. He had even heard that the Hound wasn't working alone, and by the sounds of it, recruiting. While other Sunberthians had a dislike of any form or leadership, Mortas didn't mind it, in fact he liked it. After all, with Sunberth the way it is, there is nothing but anarchy. What it needed was a strong ruler, one that was allied to Mortas. If he found this Hound first, he could be set up for life as the chief slaver in Sunberth! Something caught Mortas' attention, tearing him away from his thoughts. A slave selling for 75GM! Never being one to turn down a bargain Mortas strolled casually towards the stall, clad in armour with his axe on his back. Mortas liked to think this gave him a somewhat intimidating appearance. People certainly seemed more willing to negotiate anyways. As he came closer he could see way the price was so low, the merchandise was dirt. She was so weak she could barely stand, frostbitten and clearly intoxicated it would be a miracle if someone paid half that amount for her. Spitting on the ground in front of the other slaver Mortas began to speak "Take a good look at that slave behind you, what do you think you're doing, trying to sell her for 75 miza's! Look at the petcher, she couldn't do a thing, she can barely stand up! Next time bring some serious merchandise, or at least lower the price but more importantly stop taking the rest of us for fools. Mortas' little outburst had drawn quite a bit of attention and the other slaver seemed to realise this. His once arrogant demeanour had certainly been shaken. Leaning in he began to speak, "If you shut up I'll give her to you for 50" "Make it thirty and I'll consider it. Mortas replied, keeping a poker face. "Thirty?! The lowest I could possibly go is 45! the panicked slaver replied. "Fourty? Hmmmm still not a great deal but I'll take it". Counting out forty gold Mizas, Mortas placed them on the table. Mortas moved to the pole without giving the slaver a second glance, crouching down on his hunkers Mortas looked the girl straight in the eyes. She certainly wasn't bad looking, once Mortas brought her back up to health and she sobered up she would be good enough to sell for quite a high margin of profit. Not a bad deal. Slapping her lightly on the cheek. "You understand what happened there right? I bought you. That means I own you. Every [color=#FF0000]fibre of your being belongs to me. The name's Mortas Darkscourge by the way, but you'll be calling me Master Untying the girl Mortas clapped her hands together with a pair of manacles, she wasn't getting out of them anytime soon. Nudging her lightly on the back, they began the walk back to his house.

Ledger-40GM

[Renesa]

Renesa was shaking from the cold,and attempting to stand up,being in such a bad shape that it would take some skill to heal her.She wasn't happy about how rough the treatment was towards her, but she knew how slavery worked.She could not reject it at all.She could only accept, and force herself to smile. She thought that maybe she could seduce her master into giving her a better treatment.Maybe one better than the one she previously had when she was living alone...which honestly wasn't much at all.She forced herself to smile, looking at the master "t-thank you..." she said.She was trying to sound gentle, hoping the guy would pity her as she finally was able to stand up, walking towards his house.She decided to repeat herself, hoping to get the message across. "Thank you for buying me" she said, her voice was as beautiful as she was...but she was a bit sick, as she began to cough a bit."M-master...b-before going to your home...can we go to my home...where I have my possessions...?" she said, she was expecting her request to be turned down but...Her face soon got pale, as she realized the huge mistake she did: if the man entered her home, he would surely take all of her belongings as his own. "A-actually, forget it.I don't have a home anymore..." she added, trying to convince him otherwise, not wanting to lose her possessions, after all, they were precious for her.It was the precious memories she had of her family, and she was sure it would be safe while she was away. "I...I'm not even sure if I have the right of owning the little objects that could remind me of my family...of my home..." She muttered to herself, still following him, expecting to receive a slap

[Mortas Darkscourge]

Mortas could have sighed. He certainly had the right to. He had seen it plenty of times before, slaves trying to sweet talk their way into their master's hearts, and a lot of the time it worked. The slaves becoming mistresses of their wealthy masters, being showered with trinkets and other valuables. Unfortunately Mortas was neither rich nor interested in any form of mistress. If he felt like having her, he would have her later at any time he wanted. The next request did surprise her however. She wanted to go back to her home and collect her belongings. "Hmmm looks like she's only become a slave recently, looks like I'm going to have to break her in" he thought to himself. As she stood in front of him shivering, a pang of pity resounded in Mortas' chest. It was certainly unusual for him to follow his emotions but he did. Removing his cloak from his bag he wrapped it around his new slave's shoulders. "Can't have you freezing to death on me" he said gruffly, trying to cover up his display of well-being. He didn't want her to get used to it. This time Mortas did sigh. It was clear she still had a home, she was only recently captured."First of all, don't take me for a fool. Secondly, where do you live? I allow my slaves to keep their former possessions. Once you're happy with what you can bring I'll either sell or keep the house. Nudging her forward once more he said "Now get moving, show me the way"

[Renesa]

"I-I'm sorry master, I didn't mean to offend you..." she said, she said, as she began to walk towards her home.She soon got to the door. "This is my home...but they stole the keys from me while I was unconscious." she said, the door looked extremely weak, even someone unskilled would be able to break it. Because of that, she tried to kick the door open, but...her feet just pierced the door almost like it was nothing.It was already falling apart even before she kicked it.She then walked inside the house,soon gathering her belongings with her feet...but she wouldn't be able to take it all normally.She decided to try to put everything on the blanket, before wrapping her belongings with it. The house, though, was in a rather poor state.It looked like it would not stand up to the snow for too long,and except for the money the woman currently had, she looked to be extremely poor. She slowly put everything on the backpack, including her spiked gauntlets.Her gauntlets seemed rather expensive, made by a skilled armorsmith.It was probably made to help unarmed fighters on combat, which proved that Renesa was rather skilled at it.Or at least showed interested on such things, but the poor state of the house proved one single thing: It would be hard for Renesa to find motivation to rebel, since she would probably lose the small house soon anyways. She clumsily grabbed the backpack with her hands,having trouble lifting it up since she couldn't move her wrists away from each other."M-master...I'm ready to leave..." she said, her legs shaking a bit.She was far too weak to carry all that she had because of the illness she had. Even with all the hardships.Even with all the troubles she was having.She was forcing herself to smile, trying to stick to her beliefs.After all it could be worse.She could've been forced to be a prostitute.She could've been forced to work in the mines and such.But she wasn't doing such work, and for that she was glad, but yet...she was worried.Worried about her master having evil plans for her.

[Mortas Darkscourge]

Mortas groaned inwardly when he saw the state the "house" was in. He had hoped he could possibly renovate it and live there but that clearly wasn't going to happen. Petch he couldn't even sell it because it was in such bad condition. As he walked inside he casually spat on the floor, subconsciously expressing his annoyance. As she packed her belongings Mortas watched her carefully, his eyes widening slightly when she took out a viscious looking pair of gauntlets. He was going to have to be careful of them, he didn't stop her packing them though. The less things she had taken from her the more loyal she would be. As she picked up her handful of belongings Mortas made no move to help her carry them. It was only a short walk, and that walk would be quite rewarding for her. Their destination was the Aquillar hot springs, she could warm up their and have a decent meal, it would certainly put her on the road to recovery, and her recovery meant money for Mortas. As for her thoughts on being made into a harlot, that may still happen. It all depended on who would pay the right price for her. For the moment his "evil plans" consisted of helping her get better, but with that came breaking her in. For her that might be considered "evil" but for Mortas it was "business" "Come on, no lollygaggin'. We're heading to the Aquillar hot springs. Also stop that stammering, it's getting annoying.". Taking one last look around the ruined house Mortas spat and began walking.

[Renesa]

She followed Mortas, having a lot of trouble...but as soon as she heard about the aquillar hotsprings, her face lightened up a lot more.She was truly happy."Master, we'll be living there?" she said.Even though she was just a slave, and nothing else...she was actually glad she got sold as a slave now.It was even better conditions than when she was with her friends...but her expression darkened a bit she remembered that. she was now scared.Scared of her losing control another time.This man, even though at first he looked merciless, was actually quite nice.At least that's what Renesa thought, and so he didn't want to harm him. she looked quite excited to help him about whatever task he had for her...but her conditions showed that she was anything but fit to help Mortas.Her legs were shaking, her face looked tired, almost as if she was still in the hangover condition from drinking a day ago.But yet, she wanted to do something.Something to repay the man for not only saving her from the slavery, but also saving her from the poverty. She followed her master with no hesitation towards the aquillar hotsprings, gathering all of her strength to walk on the same pace as her master towards her new home, after all, she had only heard of rumors of how the hotsprings looked on the inside, and never actually saw it. "Master...I'm glad I got sold to someone as kind as you..." Renesa said absently-minded, only to blush as she realized the words that came out of her mouth.

[Mortas Darkscourge]

Mortas nearly stopped in his tracks. She was either a very good liar or she was telling the truth. "I'm glad I was sold to someone as kind as you" Now that she mentioned it Mortas wasn't treating this girl like he did the other slaves, usually he would have the skin flayed off their back by now. He was actually being quite nice to her, sure it was the thought of money in his pocket but maybe something else was there? No... surely not. In response Mortas simply grunted and said " Well don't get used to it, you're not out of the woods yet" Mortas good see however why she was grateful. If she had been living in that cesspool of a house this must seem like a miracle to her... a loyal slave right off the bat, he sure did get lucky. As for her thoughts on being saved from poverty, she wasn't clear yet. Mortas was running pretty low on money, he really did have to try and find the Hound, whoever he was. A few chimes later they arrived at the hot springs. Walking into the tavern Mortas strolled over to the counter where an old woman was working. "Afternoon Natlana, two shepherds pie please, also I'll pay for a visit to one of the private springs, for me and her", gesturing in the slave's direction. "That will be 6 SM, with 8 copper ones" Sighing Mortas placed the money on the counter, this was becoming an expensive day... Looking around Mortas found them a seat for two tucked away in a corner and waited for the meal to arrive

[Renesa]

Renesa sat down next to Mortas, with a smile. "uh...master...can I pay you back for the meal?I don't want to be a burden..." she said.She was glad about how kind Mortas was towards her, but yet she was afraid that she was annoying him.After all, he already spent more than 40 golden mizas on her.That was more than she used in a whole season."I think I might be falling for you..." she muttered, in a barely audible tone, absently-minded She immediately shook her head, trying to get the thoughts out of her head.She was just a slave of him, not a friend or anything like that.But yet, she could not help but love how kind he was towards her. Renesa opened her mouth, about to ask something...but she soon closed it, as if she changed her mind.She was curious about his intentions, but yet she knew better than asking him about it. She opened her mouth yet again, after thinking for a bit "Why are you helping me this much?I mean...what could I do for you anyways?" she asked.She did sound rude, but yet she couldn't resist but ask him.She was weak.Defenceless. Poor.Sick.If she had to list all of her bad traits, she would talk for weeks.She was nothing but a cute face.Maybe that's what he wanted?To use her as a bed slave? Renesa thought, a bit nervous.

[Mortas Darkscourge]

Waving away her offer of paying for the meal Mortas spoke "I'm your master, and being a slaver I typically provide for my slaves.... think of it like being a pet. You can help provide for my income or I could sell you but ultimately I have to look after and feed you." Ha, maybe that was a way of looking at it, slavery was nothing more than turning people into loyal pets. As Mortas barely caught her next words he raised his eyebrow "Sorry what was that? I didn't quite catch you. Mortas knew full well what she said, but he was in a good mood today and decided to tease her. It was unusual, he wasn't usually like this. Normally he was cruel, hostile or at least indifferent to his slaves so why was he taking interest it this one? Her next words tested his patience however and his easy smile wavered slightly, maybe she would need some training after all, and here he was thinking she was already an ideal slave, but he could understand her being curious. He began to speak in a quieter voice with a cold tone to it "Okay, let's get this straight. In the future refrain from asking direct questions like that to your other masters. A lot of them do not tolerate slaves doing anything even slightly out of order and you will be punished, sometimes quite severely depending on the person. Now regarding why I'm helping you, I expect it back in profit, quite quickly in fact. The thing is it appears you're naturally submissive, a good trait for a slave and on top of that you're not bad looking. Pausing for a moment Mortas looked her up and down before continuing in a warmer tone "Sure at the moment you're sickly and weak but I'm hoping to change that soon, what you need is a good hot meal and a bath, that'll set you on the road to recovery faster than you know it! Mortas still didn't know what he was going to do when he had Renesa back in good health. Keeping her and selling her both had their advantages. Selling her would give him a one time large influx of cash. On the other hand keeping her and making her work on the streets or maybe even in a brothel would provide him with a more steady source of income, he wasn't too keen on the idea of sending making her into a whore however, he would need to make up his mind on that soon. He was interrupted from his thoughts when food arrived on their table, two large portions of steaming hot shepherd's pie. There really wasn't a more filling food in Mortas' opinion. Filled with potatoes, juicy meat (beef he hoped), and an assortment of other veg. You really just couldn't beat it. "Dig in! You look starved!"