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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Kristivas" data-source="post: 2516793" data-attributes="member: 34179">Assassin, Spy, Slave..Character Name: Kassanna SilvermaneRace: HumanClass: RogueTalent Spec: Assassination/Subtlety (imp. sap rogue)Professions: Herbalism/AlchemyCharacter Goals: Unknown at this time, other than to serve her 'boss'.Player Goals: Level 60, find some decent daggers.Background:The Silvermane family was once a proud and noble clan, owning many farms in the land of Lordaeron.  When the plague hit and the scourge began to ravage the lands, all of their holdings were lost.  Fleeing to Stormwind, Vestar Silvermane squandered the remainder of the family savings on get-rich-quick schemes.  He died shortly there-after. The remainder of the family broke up and went about their seperate ways.  Quite a few of them, not knowing how to put in a day's work, fell to begging.  One man, however, found a different lifestyle. Corias Silvermane had always been good at judging a person's character.  It had served his Father, Vestar, quite well in the hay-day of their business.  Now, that talent was turned toward another matter entirely: Gambling.  He had to support his young daughter, Kassanna, who's Mother was a victim of the plague.  Corias had a passion for cards, and was quite good at it too.  Not good enough to support he noble lifestyle he and Kassanna once enjoyed, but good enough to not have to dirty his hands.  Long nights of drinking and gambling paid off well, for Corias... well, except for one thing. Dellia Sar was a serving girl in Old Town.  She was a ravishing girl, and probably the reason for many of the tavern's business.  Many men spent night after night trying to gain Dellia's affection, but she only had eyes for one: a gambler named Corias. As things usually end up in such situations, Corias found himself spending many nights in bed with the beautiful Dellia and thought nothing more of it, until the morning he opened his door to find himself face to face with Gregor Sar, Dellia's Father.  Gregor had a little problem.  It seemed Dellia had ended up carrying a child, so it also seemed there would be a wedding.. or else.  Corias, grudgingly, agreed. Kassanna couldn't say she had abusive parents.  Actually, she couldn't really say she had any parents at all.  Corias and her Step-Mother Dellia avoided each other, and her, like the plague.  Dellia never let her near her baby brother, Selias.  She learned to fend for herself.  Many of the folk in Old Town knew the girl and of her parents, and fell in love with her adorable charm.  By the time she was twelve, Kassanna found herself invited to dinner at a different house nearly every night of the week. By fourteen, she began stealing from the masses of Stormwind, sparing only 'her own' people of Old Town.  Many of the coins she pocketed went to her adopted families.  Corias and Dellia either didn't know what their daughter was up to, or they just didn't care and that suited Kassanna just fine. By sixteen, Kassanna decided it was time to see more of the world.  She left on the tram with her closest friend, a boy she'd considered her little brother for years now, Demitri.  When Kassanna and Demitri reached Ironforge, they found new prey on which to practice their craft.  All went well, for awhile. Near the Mystic Quarter, the pair entered a house silently one evening.  Inside, they found little in the way of valuables, save for a finely-crafted sword.  Away they went, and had just gotten free of the house when a yell rang out from behind them.  "Stop, Thieves!"  A heavily armored man was charging toward them, drawing a vicious-looking axe from his side.  They ran toward the Great Forge, and Kassanna knew if they were caught with the sword, then it would be enough evidence to doom them both to jail or worse. Apparently, Demitri had figured out the same thing.  He pitched the sword toward the molten lava of the forge, taking but a moment to watch as it melted, sinking into oblivion. The two continued to run, making for the Auction House.  They crossed the bridge and turned, heading for the gates.  All of a sudden, Kassanna felt herself shoved into the wall where she fell in a heap, her head pounding.  She looked over just in time to see Demitri on his knees, the man's axe at his throat. "Wait!  No, please!  It was my idea, not his!  Leave him be, he's just a kid!" she yelled. The man tilted his head and seemed to regard her thoughtfully, though she could still see the rage in his eyes.  "You weren't the one who pitched my best friend's.. my dead best friend's.. sword into the forge!  That was very dear to me, it is a debt that cannot be repaid!"  he looked down at Demitri again, speaking low as his eyes narrowed "Except with blood." "Is a sword really worth a life?!  It's just steel!" she cried, feeling desperate.  Her hand reached down to her dagger.  Surely she would be killed, but maybe she could give Demitri enough time to escape. "It was worth enough that you would try and take it from me.  Would you take this boy's place, then?  Would you stand under my axe and accept punishment?"  He looked at her again, arching a brow. Kassanna sighed, nodding a little.  She lifted her hand from her dagger and rose slowly to her feet, still a bit dizzy from slamming into the wall.  She approached the man and Demitri, offering her hand out to him.  The man lowered his axe as Demitri stood, clearly shaking.  "Go back to Stormwind, Demitri.  Your Mother will miss you if you're gone too long.  Go, and don't come back here again." "Kass, no!" he started to protest, but she simply shot him 'that look' she gave when she meant business.  Demitri nodded, tears welling up in his eyes as he turned and began to run away. Kassanna looked back to the man, her lower lip trembling slightly.  "I don't want to die." The man pondered for a moment, looking Kassanna up and down.  His lips curled to a grin that made her skin crawl.  "Fine, I'll spare your life, but only if it belongs to me.  Do you agree?  Decide swiftly." She'd heard tales of such Endentured Servitude before, but never thought she'd see it first hand, let alone enter into such an 'agreement'.  Still, she didn't want to feel that axe slicing deep into her flesh.  Kassanna didn't want her time on Azeroth to end now.  Maybe she could escape later.  She nodded to the man, speaking low, almost in a whisper.  "I agree." She returned with the man, back to his house.  The first night was painful, as it was her first time with a man.  The second night was much worse, because that's when he branded her inner thigh with his mark. ------ Months passed.  Her 'boss' didn't make her call him Master.. not in public, anyway.  He maintained a good image, and she took on the role of his assistant.  When the two were alone, things were very different.  The man taught her combat, bought her weaponry, provided armor for her.  He saw to it that a friend of his, a rogue of many years experience, trained her well in the art of stealth. Kassanna learned to cook, sew, and clean as well.  When the man found her fiddling around in the alchemist's shop, he also paid for her to learn it's mysteries.  She even found their 'nightly passtime' pleasing as well after growing used to it. After a time, the man introduced her to his companions.  She'd never been around so many Gnomish mages before, but she grew to like them all as well. One morning as she woke, she looked over to see the man standing over the bed, looking down at her with a slight grin.  She returned the smile, sitting up as she stretched her naked form beneath the fur blanket. "Get up.." he tossed a bag of coins onto the bed beside her. "I have many errands for you to take care of.  The problem is, you're getting a little slow in your old age."  She gasped, being seventeen, she hardly felt old.  "I think it's time you went and bought yourself a horse." She was stunned.  Horses were a lot of money, she never dreamed she'd have enough.  Reaching out, she tentatively lifted the bag.  It was heavy!  She looked up to the man as though expecting it all to be a joke, but he simply nodded at her. Kassanna grinned as she jumped out of bed, moving over to the dresser to find clothes.  She dressed quickly and headed for the door, stopping beside the man as she leaned up to place a kiss on his cheek.  "Thank you, Master Kristivas."</blockquote>

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