RP:Poor Wretch is sold to Eklenisec

Setting

Pits bottom 16th September 2011

Eklenisec's Description

Physical Appearance: A tall woman, even for her kind, she is well built for a woman of mostly martial skill. Blue scales litter her body, armor enough that she does not wear a single piece of metal over her body. Where scales are not present, pale flesh shows itself, weak spots in her 'armor', but weak spots left with little afterthought. She has no ears to speak of, instead a series of spines that grow from the side of her head, similar to those found on the full dragons of her breed. As for the trademark horn that distinguishes a blue, it seems to have split in half on this woman, forming short, twin-peaked protrusions that line her cheek bones. The only article of anything that could be called clothing that she wears is a pair of belts, one with a frog to hold an adamantite sword, the other with a clasp to hold a whip. Her hands are of the 'normal' five-fingered variety, tipped with vicious claws. Her feet, however, only have three toes, each tipped with large claws. Upon her back are a pair of wings, perhaps one of the most striking features of her form and one part of her that most closely resembles the features of her full dragon kin. Her tail is the other feature that most closely resembles full blue dragons, and its length is equal to Eklenisec's height.

Wretch is lead in by a piece of rope

Wretch is lead in by a piece of rope tied to the magically fastened slave collar he has worn his entire adult life. The drow male is blindfolded, with several layers of black cloth, despite the snow outside, his upper body is naked, he wears only a pair of cotton pants. Tied around his feet, to prevent her property suffering frostbite before being sold, the cruel healer has tied old onion sacks. She has healed Wretches injuries, then worked him like a dog, teaching the terrified slave to obey a few words of common. She will neglect to inform the potential buying that the slave boy (Man in fact) but as a drow he has been called boy his entire life) does not speak, or understand more than the few instructions she has taught him. His back contains a few new cuts from a whip, inflicted by the healer herself, though he is in pretty good physical condition. "Kneel!" His owner snaps at him like a dog, and he obeys at once, prostrating himself at her feet, his forhead pressed to the floor. She unfastens Wretch's blindfold, and even in the dim light down in this gods forsaken pit, he blinks with discomfort.

Eklenisec stands in the darkness within the pit, keeping herself out of the shaft of sunlight that manages to make its way down the hole to dully illuminate a patch of ground, out of sight of the crone, if not the drow. But once the slave is commanded down and unblindfolded, she steps forward into that dim light, her arms crossed, her expression severe, scrutinizing. She truly looks amazingly like the last draconian this drow has come in contact with, save she has an obviously female form. Blue scales, blue eyes, wings, a tail, claws...she could very well appear the kinder man's sister. A very, very mean sister. She circles behind the drow and a foot snaps out, taloned feet slamming into his back to send him prostrate on his stomach. "How strong is he? I will not have a slave who cannot lift what is required of him."

Wretch cries out in pain at the cruel taloned kick. He falls to the floor, lying on his belly, keeping silent for fear of attracting more attention to himself. His face to the floor, he trembles with fear from the glimpse he had caught sight of the nightmarish scaled -female and therefore to Wretch completely terrifying - monster his human mistress has brought him too. Wretch understands nothing of the conversation between the two females. The Crone lies. "Yeah, he's plently strong. I've had him carrying rocks and firewood, these drow are all wiry tough little bastards." In truth poor Wretch has tiny underdeveloped muscles due to his former mistress delighting in starving him half to death. He may gain more phyical strength with time, and good food, but for now he in not strong.

Eklenisec reaches down, grabbing the drow by his hair and physically hoisting him to his feet by it. She frowns at the sight of him, and gives the crone a sidelong glance. "If he proves otherwise, or in any way unsatisfactory, I will kill him, then you." She shoves the drow forward, again by the hair. "Do you understand me, witch? If he does not perform, you die."

Haggling over the merchandise

Wretch has been cruelly pulled around by his hair before, and meekly moves as the monstrous creature guides him. Soon he is thrown back to accustomed postion of lying prostrate in the dirt. He does not know he is being sold, but is sickened and filled with fear at the amount of attention that is being shown to him. Attention from master's and mistresses in the past has never led to anything but suffering for the poor slave. He wishes he could understand some of what was being said. What he imagines, not knowing the fate they have planned for him, is a psychological torture in itself. "The cruel old human goes a little pale, glad that his customer doesn't know where she lives, unaware of the tracking ability of many such creatures. "He'll perform, he's young and free from disease, I'm a healer, I checked 'im out. Twelve thousand gold!"

Eklenisec gives the healer an incredulous look, turning her gaze back onto the slave. Once again she goes to him, again grabbing him by the hair and yanking him up. "Up!" she demands of him, pulling him into the dim light from above. "Do you see these wounds? Do you see how scrawny he is? He is not worth twelve thousand gold." She releases the slave's hair and swats him aside with a backhand. "I will give you no more than half that. Think this over well, witch. I can just as easily kill you now and take him for free."

Wretch has not been taught the command "Up!" but it is obvious what the cruel overworld demon lizard demands of the slave. He grunts resignedly at the blow, having expected no better treatment, cowering, grovelling humbly before the monster. The witch laughs, though such laughter is a little forced. "I have my curses ready to avenge the one who would murder me, draconian. You would live in contstant pain like Wretch here, from the diseases my revenge would inflict were you to slay me. I healed the worst of his wounds, as for those few. It is well known that one gets the best results from slaves by whipping them, he aint going to die from them, you can see from the old scars criss crossing his back that his former owners agreed with me about the wisdom of regularly beating the slave. Keeps 'im keen to obey."

Eklenisec moves swiftly like a predator, coming as close to face to face as her height can allow. "Listen to me well, old crone. You think your hex would pester me? Imagine what it would feel like to have your soul condemned to lay prostrate as a slave much like him," she gestures towards Wretch, "before the feet of Vakmatharas. Do not think to threaten me again." Eklenisec steps away from the old woman, composing herself. "I say again. Six thousand gold pieces."

The crone is obviously frightened of the terrible follower of the evil Vakmatharas, and Wretch seeing her fear, is even more terrified too. If a female is frightened of this beast, truly she must be a demon from one of the lower pits of hell, the drow male thinks to himself, cowering more abjectly away from the terrible fiend. The old witch still wants more gold however "Seven thousand, and I'll throw in this fine horsewhip," She gestures with it causing Wretch to cower from her now, knowing well the terrible pain it can inlict on his naked back. The old human grins maliciously " See how terrified of the whip he is? It'll help you get the best from your slave."

He will fear the whip more by the time I am done

Eklenisec stares blankly as the old woman continues to haggle, even going so far as to throw in the offer of a whip. But that just makes her grin, a cruel, fang-filled grin, her eyes turning as cold as ice. Her hand moves to her hip, unclasping a clasp on a leather hoop, and with a single fluid motion she snaps out her own whip, enchanted with the essence of frost and razor-lined. CRACK! it sounds out as it flares out to the side, put on display for both slave and seller. "He will fear the whip more by the time I am done. Six thousand gold. No more."

Poor Wretch backs away from that terrible, barbaric cruelly enchanted, sharp razor-lined whip. The slave is quaking in terror, but does not beg for mercy, having not been given permission to speak. He backs as far away as he can get before being brought up short, by the rope affixed to his collar, then prostrates himself on his belly once more half expecting the terrible torture device to cut into his back at any moment. The crone sighs. "Very well, six thousand. She hands the end of his leash to the draconian. Kicking the helpless prone drow male in the ribs. "You be a good boy and obey your new mistress, or you will suffer unimaginable agony Wretch!" She knows full well that he does not understand her words, but is keeping up the pretence of the slave knowing the common tongue for his buyer. Besides her tone of voice alone is enough to make the unfortanate slave whimper pathetically with fear.

Eklenisec still wears that wicked smile as she coils her whip and returns it to his harness before she takes the leash from the crone. A series of words are spoken, and from seemingly no where, a bag of coins appears in her hand. This she hands over to the crone. "A pleasure doing business with you," she says in a falsely sweet tone before she leads the drow off. It won't be until much, much later that the crone will discover she's been duped, the sack of coin being nothing more than an illusion of the witch's desired payment. Clearly, you do not haggle with a worshipper of a god of death and murder.

Sold to a mistress from his worse nightmare

On hearing the jingle of coins being exchanged, following his leash being handed to the terrible devil monster, poor Wretch feels sick to his stomach as he realises he has just been sold to a mistress from his worse nightmare. The old crone leaves with her fake gold, happy enough, sparing not a glance to the unfortunate slave, not a thought to the terrible suffeting she has just consigned him to.

Eklenisec is quite pleased with her deception. Now she turns on her newly acquired slave and flashes him a fang-filled smile, one that fosters no kindness. Yes, Wretch is in for one hell of a ride. She points back into the pit. "You stay." She'll leave the poor drow there for a while.

"Stay." Is one of the few command words of common the Crone had taught him.(with her whip as an educational aid) Wretch obediently curls up onto a ball on the floor to stay in the pit.

Eklenisec nods in satisfaction. Out of the pit she goes, heading to the gods alone know where. No where that she'd inform her slave of, anyways.