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11/06/2018 10:19 PM 

Join-able plot points. Slave - Freedom (Dark themes)

Though I do offer these premade starters I can and will write personalized starters, these are just offerings and also a look inside her life for those who want to do so. 

The caught thief 

The Gold eyed thief had gotten a reputation, harder and hard it was for her to move around un-noticed. The ability to steal in the day time had long passed. She was growing up, she had been a pick pocket for many a year, and in many a town, her blue hair and golden eyes were not known, bounty posters of her placed upon tavern walls, One too many nobles had been made fool of by this thief. She now worked by cover of night, She had gotten good with her weapons and had taken to enjoying plunder from placed instead of people, buildings tended not to speak of appearance of those who robbed them.

Though tonight was different tonight the building she had selected, was one owned by the true ruling force the underground criminal organization that had over half the guards and nobles in their pocket by some means. Though it a small unassuming shop the basement held others within, sound proofing kept her elf ears from hearing them.

She entered quietly picking the lock with dexterity, she slowly opening the door, a small bell chimed before her slender digits gripped it to silence it removing the bell from the door and slipping it into the dark fabric of her pants. The long black pants hugging her legs as she moved. Her long sleeves blue top covering her frame as a cloak rested upon her shoulders it built with many small pockets some hiding her blades, others places to put the items plundered within. 

Though what she did not know was the bell didn’t just chime upstairs a distant ding rung downstairs alerting the men someone was inside.  They would arm themselves chuckling between them of what poor soul they would slaughter tonight. She unaware the danger she had walked into would wander the small shop, gems, and jewelry held for display her eyes wandered them all, She focusing on a small section. She picking up only the gold items, she not going for gems, or those of value as they sat, she just wanted to gold, she could melt that down and no one would ever know where it had come from or what it once was.  Though just as she opened the last case the back door would slam open her eyes wide she moved to grab her blades to fight them off and get to the door which sat only 20 paces away, she just had to fight her way out.

Days After Capture;
She was captured, In the struggle her ears pulled loose, a blessing and a curse, hesitation was offered. They found out she was an elf, not your typical mortal thief. She forced into bindings that kept her powers at bay, she beaten, and abused for days in the dark basement under the shop. Her clothes all but shredded blood caked to her flesh, from wounds from the battle and beyond. Her hands bound above her head, her long ears sticking out form either side of her head. Her golden eyes glaring out, A few of her long finger nails were broken.

She was in pain, as she sat on the cold stone floor, she had not slept, not eaten since she got here, bruises marked her pale skin. She was tired even as the sound of foot steps approached she looking up with that same cold glare, her was hard as she would stand before those who arrived, she standing with the same regality of her breed, despite her condition. She was angry and it showed. The man laughed softly. 

“Still being stubborn, perhaps we need another round with you to show you, what your future will be” One of her original captors chuckled, He standing beside a new face. Though he would sigh softly and look to the person he stood beside with a gentle grin “But I suppose that will already be covered, You can take her, We will still expect 30% of the profit for this one” He stated  as he placed the key, to the cell, and her chains on the table. “Enjoy” He smirked before leaving the two alone. 

 Sold Unbroken  ( 2 starters) 

General Starter Modern Style
  Chains clattered and metal hinges groaned, as the auction came down to its last sell, A woman of pure high elf.  A gag placed in her mouth silenced the woman as she walked out from the lovely cage she was lowered down in to present her, her hands bound in chains as they moved her they forced behind her back as the black dress hugged her pale skin, offsetting her bright golden eyes, and blue-ish purple locks. Her delicate ankles bearing the same harsh metals though those seem to have never been freed from her, rubbing against the leather heels she wore upon her legs, Despite the chains, the woman's steps came soft, the elegance of her breed showing true. Her hips swayed as her chest bounced slightly at each step the auctioneer smirking softly, as to men held her elbows to ensure she didn't move too much her form facing the crowd before her. A light blush on her face, a hint of fear in her defiant eyes as she knew well her fate now, she was to be sold. 

The auctioneer smiled softly chuckling. 
"We have saved the rarest for last this fine day!" He called out motioning his wooden mallet at the petite woman. 
"A high elf by birth, Pureblooded as the days are bright, a strong and long-lived breed, she will stay so young in visage for years to come! She just finished her training and yet to hold a master, A beauty by all accounts and a wonder to add to one's own collection or to start one" He called talking up the sale. 

"Let's start the bidding at 100 gold!" He called out. She pulled against those that held her, Though they forced her to her knees, one whispering in her ear, a vague threat if she didn't earn enough coin to cover the cost of the training she glared back but remained still. She stayed kneeling not tht she had a choice, her eyes glaring out, to the many in the crowd, her eyes scanning as the bidding war began. 
In the dreary darkness the sound of soft sobbing could be heard echoing through the still air, The smell of blood, and urine rested constantly in the air, The lights were placed high and no windows were offered, in the warehouse that had been turned into many rows of prison cells. The salty air hardly reached this place the sound proofing sealing it off from the outside. One could tell neither night nor day, and time ceased to matter. The souls kept here were for profit. Their fates sealed the second they fell in the hands of the BloodZenith a band of slave traders, who specialized in exotic, and rare creatures. One section marked for only those of pure blood origins of what they were, rare in the age of man to find creatures of lore. Most looked to the ground as footsteps would approach, bruises marked their flesh, and chains locked to the center of the ceiling kept them from even attempting escape, the metal collar clamped about their necks. They could get to the door and step out a few feet but that all they could do, in the cell a stone slab worked as a bed, and a single bucket was offered as a toilet, water was given but three times a day, along with small meals to keep them fed until they were sold. 

One such creature in the cell to the far left was a beauty of a high elf, Though she showed more marks, bruises and lashings across her flesh, still she remained unbroken she would not cower from the sound of approach she would not shy from those who sought her, she was as defiant as the day they took her all those years ago, her will was strong. Her form sitting upon the concrete slab in the center of the small 10x10 cell, facing the door, her black dress clung to her legs as she sat with them crossed at her ankle them not reaching the floor though they remained still against the cold stone. Her hips covered by the thin black fabric it resting against her flat stomach, and coming up in a corset type top to cover her chest in the same black fabric overlaid with lace. Her golden optics looking from her fine features a defiant brightness to them that was certainly missing from most in these cells. Her azure hair cascaded down her head she having braided small sections to keep it from getting in her face the long strands tossed over her shoulder. Her head held high as she sat with elegance and grace even here. She refused to give an inch, a high elf of pure blood would not break to the hands of mortals, would not easily bend to their will. 

 Her name was Kirai, she in her early twenties, and listed as partially trained upon the small selling card upon her cell door. She holding the power to heal, and rejuvenate, along with the skills of her breed, which offered, enhanced strength, agility, flexibility, and long life span. This information block was offered on every creature within, a small vial of her blood rested by the DNA test that proved she was indeed pure elf, her blood bright red would have a faint glow, her power resting within it hooked into a device attached to the wall, it pressed her powers using her own blood against her, she could not use her powers here, she weakened to the state of a mortal.

 Here she would sit, watching waiting she had seen many go to auction, she had seen those pulled from cells direct to buyers who had paid enough to skip such, but here she would wait, She herself had no control of her fate, nothing she could do but stare out the thick barred wall with the heavy metal hinge for it to be opened once more, to her future to the person foolish enough to take this challenging yet lovely elf.

Sold to the fighting Pits
 A slave serving years in the house of a noble lord purchased for the royal in his youth, one who had offered her much freedom, when he purchased her as the unbroken slave she was. A kind master she had gotten, a hand that reintroduced her to the gentle natures of the world with his tender approach, fostered her sense of self-worth, even if he could not expunge the rank she was forced to hold. She having not existed prior in any document of this land before her capture, even the noble rulers of the land could not free her from the tether the slavers had given her all those years ago. 

But Time changes much, and with time duty changes, as does fortune. The kind noble who had taken her could protect her no more, the time had changed, war had come to his land, and he forced to protect it. He leading wars, and advising allies, and nations against their enemies his estate was left to his children, they resting in their forties now, with younglings of their own. Kirai had been a facet of even their youth, though an unwanted one, disliked by the eldest for the fact she never aged, and served close with his father well before he was born, he feared for his blood right. He left in charge sold her, a slave in title her complaints answered only with a whip, and chains, bound again by those she helped raise, betrayed by the mortal nobles. 

She had grown her powers of light, she would fight until her days ended amongst the beasts, and creatures of the underground fights. A high-elf purification and healing powers her gifts, though she had refined her blade in the 65 years she lived within the keep, defending the home, and training with the soldiers of the castle.

She bound to the carriage as she was taken from the home, she sat calmly and quietly. Her mind processing how this had happened, her fate unclear she herself had never seen the coliseum of Gou’ralis the small island just off the mainland.

 In the Fighting pits -  First true battle
The Transit didn’t go smoothly but it went well enough, She had to accept this was her life now, they starting to throw her into easy battles to give the audience something to look at. She starting first with a pair of dire wolves, the pair fought her she spending most of the fight dodging and spinning around the agile creatures, outpacing them, though the audience grew bored. Electricity danced from the small bangles that were placed on her arms and legs, dropping her form with a scream as the pain radiated through her, The wolves jumping at her as the electricity faded, the power offered to the trainer of the fighters in the pits, he allowed the creatures to sink their fangs into her. The canines sinking their teeth into her right shoulder and left arm. Before the electricity hit again driving them off. A simple warning for her. 

“Yeah..I get it” She muttered to herself staggering to her feet blood running down her shoulder, and arm staining the soft sand under her feet. Her golden eyes scanning the walls, she of course didn’t want to be killed, she still young for an elf, A wall of weapons offered to every fighter in the pits. Her hands glowing as she ran touching her wounds and healing them though the red hue still marked the white shirt that hugged her pale skin, and the light blue skirt that was offered to her. The colors clashed against the yellow of the sand and sand stone walls, blood showing brightly against the fabric perfect for the show these gathered people were offered. One wolf matching her pace would be met with a kick to the jaw knocking it off balance causing it to stumble and hit face first in the dirt with a whine. The other growling as it charged her, The wall was close, she rolling out of the way as she heard those heavy paws displacing the sand behind her. She panting her 5’3 frame looked small compared to the wolves which stood 4 foot each. Certainly not a good debut fight.

Though the wall was close she gripping a long sword her golden eyes holding to the wolves as the approached again she breathing heavily the crowed above her leaning over the 10 foot wall looking down at the show before them. Wanting the best view of the slaughter of this elf. Though her hand on the sword. She stood still it off to her side dropping her defense like she was giving up, nearly taunting the wolves before her. The smaller one approaching it’s tail flicking it lunged jumping up to tackle her down and sink it’s teeth once more into her shoulder or neck. Though it wasn’t to be. She smirked she had learned in the home of her former master, She knelt gripping the blade now with two hands as she placed the long sword against the ground the wolf had no way to adjust it’s course mid air , She would allow it’s form to work against it, Landing on the blade as she rolled out of harms way, as the hound whined and growled against the pain blood dripping down the blade  as it tried to get it out of it’s chest The struggled wouldn’t be long and Karai would ignore the beast, it’s life already over.  Thought he other hound seeming enraged by the injuries of the other bared it’s fangs and was on her before she had chance to regain her footing it Pinned her. She using her legs to keep it’s jaws from clamping on her face, It’s own amber eyes locking to her own as it’s white teeth snapped and it’s drool splattered on her face in the attempt to bite her. 

Her hands going to it’s eyes a bright light emitting from them in an attempt to blind the hound, the sudden light caused it to hesitated but it didn’t get off her, holding it’s ground holding her pinned. That wasn’t good it hunkered down when she needed it to jump away. 

Her eyes closed softly her aura returning to her hands. “Blessed is the light, purify this beast end it’s plight” She whispered softly as her powers surged forth a blast of purifying energy from her hands slammed into the creatures jaw. It growled and jumped away, it jaw all but destroyed she kicking it’s throat with her legs as it moved blood dripping from it’s mangled maw. She arming herself with a flail not something she was skilled in but she would spin the metal ball on the chain as she looked on. 

“Call the creatures off if you wished to keep them alive” She called her gaze to the pit master, the battle essentially won, she didn’t wish to kill them unnecessarily, They much like she was forced into this, she didn’t blame them, and she didn’t wish to kill them. The crowed chanting. “Kill…Kill…Kill” She sighed glaring, such blood lust these people held, easy to do when your life is not on the line. The answer given a slowly growing electric feeling in her arms, she had to act or else. 

“Forgive me, but you will be free to wander the nether world” She stated softly her flail slamming into the skull of the wolf that was stabbed by the blade it tensed and shoot before it’s form collapsed completely upon the blade it dead. The other backing away from her now, it’s will to fight gone it severely wounded. She releasing the flail the light energy forming again as she would force it forth into a slender energy piercing the creatures skull killing it as well. She was disgusted with herself. But a choice had to be made. She leaving the corpses to the cheer of the crowed she heading out of the arena. The announcer calling her victory. 

“Our Debut battle of Kairai the High-elf,  She had defeated her foes, come see her next week for her next challenge!” He called out before he would call the next grouping out she no longer listening as she moved to return to the cells where all fighters were kept. 

Another day another battle:


Resting in the Pits: 

Kirai didn’t have any fights today, a rest day for the high-elf, It had been many years already, she had formed a name for herself within the pits The elf of mercy.  She had the most survivals of battles then any, and once yielded she would always heal her combatants, she looked the same young woman who had arrived, though some wounds stuck with her, those to sever she could not heal well enough to return her flesh to perfection, or those given in the final moments of battle with no time for her to recover before exhaustion took her leaving the marks upon her frame. 

like most battlers who had earned enough freedom to wander the underground fighting holds she enjoyed this freedom. Her power had grown much over her life time, she had a decent reputation among those she fought beside or against, and though her heart held many scars she refused to give in to hate, and darkness, she would sit in the main area, she no fool a day of no combat meant a day of no eating, but still she would have her meal, She trading her own powers to heal, for small offerings from the other competitors, the arena masters allowing this, it saved them time and money after, all.

She would sit with the same soft smile she always held upon her face, though admittedly her eyes had grown a bit colder over the last decade of watching those she tended to die in the pits, she now kept everyone at arms distance and tried not to allow herself to grow attached to any, they would all die sooner or later. Though those day also aligned with the slavers market, the new bloods would be coming in soon. She sighed softly as the sound of trumpets sounded, the sound of incoming recruits, the first bids placed on them as they entered the arena the last bit of fresh air they would have beyond their time in the pits, where everywhere you went held the constant smell of blood, and death, one all had to get used. These in her mind were fresh souls to slaughter, usually only 3 of the twenty or so who would arrive would make it past the first few weeks. She would eat a small piece of bread a recent trade for healing, It wasn’t much but the wound was also not sever, just poorly placed on the warrior. 

The seasoned souls allowed to wander had full reign of the labyrinth, of cages and small commons area even a small bath fed by water from a stream, it cold but then it was at least a chance to be clean. When the fresh bloods arrived they would have but 2 days with the seasoned warriors to learn the ropes, Kirai rarely selected to be a trainer. Though those who enjoyed being trainers stood up front, wanting to have their pick of the litter, some for amusement, and others someone to torture, and some truly wished to help guide another to survival.

A slave no more – Freedom Granted 

Kirai had served loyally in the pits it had been well over 30 years now, many contestants had come and gone, and she had faced more than her share of trials, though the crowed had changed, many had watched her fight since youth and the crowed grew dim for her battles. The royal family of the arena called her forth from her cell. She still seeming so young, though her gaze looked old, one who had seen much death, and much suffering, but still held the defiant glint even as she knelt.

Over the years her muscles had grown a bit more firm and defined, her form toned as she wore leather armor upon her frame, her eyes closed as she remained knelt. The arena master speaking for her in the presence of the noble “I Sir Léonard have brought; Kirai, The elf of mercy,  as requested”  She rested calm and resolute in her position. A motion of his hand dismissed the arena rep her bowed and exited 

“Raise you head Kirai, You have served in the arena for many years Kirai, seen many battles and handled them all with grace, that has kept the amusement of your fans for the last three decades, it is for that, and the years you served that I offer this” he stated clapping his hands softly a bag of coins offered to her, the sack heavy. 
“I am granting you, your freedom, you served under my father and the last five years in my reign I have watched your battles, The coin you have drawn more then enough to pay for your freedom this a small token for you to begin your life anew. I have cleared your status, you are now a free woman. I will assign one of my knights to help you adjust, and learn of the changes to our kingdom You will be given quarters in the city alongside my own men, This for the next three months, after which time you are free to do as you wish” He stated looking down at the elf. She dumbfounded her golden eyes holding to the man her heart raced as his words sunk in, how long had it been? He said thirty years, it felt to have been a blink. She shook softly. Could this be true.  

“Thank you..your highness, you honor me with this… Blessing” She stated her voice high pitched how many years had she been kept as a slave. She shook the thought, she was to be free. 
“Rise Kirai the high-elf free woman of Gou’ralis, take your coin, and the first step to freedom rest beyond the doors” He stated motioning for the doors to be opened and she released to meet the one who would help her, adjust to freedom.


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