Rayex
First Post
The raid happened at night. The pirate ship, disguised to look like regular traders, was unsuspecting. The foreigners hit hard, and they hit fast. Within half an hour, those who had taken up arms were slain, and the rest were in chains. Most of the captives were stowed away below-decks, but the harvest had been bountiful, and the hold could only room so many. A dozen of the slaves were chained on deck, out of ways for the crew, but under strickt supervision. One of the captives on deck, was Sirco. The young woman seemed unaffected to being a captive - after all, it was not the first time she had been chained - and the other captives grew spiteful towards her, jealous of her calm.
Sirco didn't think much of it. Yet another chapter in her life. Where she came from, conditions were alot worse, most of the time. Weeks passed, and the conditions were harsh. Not as harsh as to damage the goods - slaves were after all valuable - but enough to demoralize most of them. But not Sirco. Atleast, not inside. Outside, she was like the other slaves. Silent, subdued, non-caring... It was easy for her to play along. Her heritage, that of a doppleganger, was made to adapt, to blend in.
Finally, the ship arrived at Lacerda City. The slaves were moved to a storing area, and there they would be examined for diseases and sickness. Those deemed not in shape to be sold, was simply done away with. Sirco was lucky - if such a fate could be said to involve luck - and was soon scheduled for display at the slavemarkets. It was then, when she was standing at display, her world changed.
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Life is boring! You would think that being the youngest son of Drek Sorin, a noticeable trader, would make life more entertaining, but alas. Rolan Sorin had grown up in a strange world, a world where he was virtually alone. Dragonborns were not a popular people in Arca Terra, but through years of patience and hard work Rolan's father had been able to establish a trading establishment in the City. He traded in spices and rare plants from the deserts, imports from the dragonborn society that otherwise would have a hard time coming to Lacerda. The Sorin's were still largely disliked in Lacerda, but they had managed to establish a large and stable base of operations. Though many of those dealing with the Sorins prefer to do so out of the public, they payed well.
So. Being one of the handfull of Dragonborn in Lacerda City, Rolan grew up... well, alone. The first years of his life he never left the estate grounds, and he was a young man before he was allowed out on the streets. And even then, he was met with misstrust, dislike and even open hostility. Through it all, he held on to his pride and honor. He did not strike back, he did not respond to the insults. He endured. He often wandered down to the slave markets. He was not exactly sure why, but he even so, he did. He used to stand there, in the shadows, and watch. One such day, a light rain falling, his life was about to change.
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She was standing there. Looking out at the possible buyers. The raid was matting her hair and drenching her clothes. She quickly shut out the sound of the bartering, and focused on the steady sound of the rain. Her eyes moved aimlessly from face to face, from one disgusting person to the next. And then she saw him. In the back, seemingly hiding from the rest, a creature unlike she had ever seen before. Their eyes met, and time stood still. Aeons passed, and in the blink of an eye, time resumed.
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His eyes locked with hers. His heart stopped beating, his mind was turned upside down, and he knew he had to have her. Not like a man needs a woman - his desires laid elsewhere - but as a soul needs another. Without thinking he moved up to the slavers, and said to them: "The slave, the female. With the raven black hair. I want her. I'll pay twice of whatever she's going for." The slavers looked at him, and greed shone in his eyes. He told his price, and Rolan accepted.
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He had bought her. The strange man, the man she knew she was meant for. For the first time in years, Sirco was shaken, thrown off balance. The man came up to her, and offered her his arm. "My name is Rolan." he said. Long seconds went by, and finally she said; "Sirco."
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OK. The concept changed a bit on the road here, but is basically the same, with a twist. He is the noble young Warlord, she is the strange woman from overseas, harboring hidden powers (Warlock). He is the owner, she is the slave. He is the man who needs to take care of this woman. She is the woman who needs no caretaker, but goes along anyway, because she know she has to.
Basically what I submitted earlier - the broter/sister thing, is what I see down the road. What I imagine now, will be the evolving of the relationship between these two. Both strangers - outsiders - in a world filled with dangers, both big and small.
I would really like to play her as Doppleganger, but she will hide this truth from everyone for a long time, currently she appears like a tanned, darkhaired elf.
Sirco didn't think much of it. Yet another chapter in her life. Where she came from, conditions were alot worse, most of the time. Weeks passed, and the conditions were harsh. Not as harsh as to damage the goods - slaves were after all valuable - but enough to demoralize most of them. But not Sirco. Atleast, not inside. Outside, she was like the other slaves. Silent, subdued, non-caring... It was easy for her to play along. Her heritage, that of a doppleganger, was made to adapt, to blend in.
Finally, the ship arrived at Lacerda City. The slaves were moved to a storing area, and there they would be examined for diseases and sickness. Those deemed not in shape to be sold, was simply done away with. Sirco was lucky - if such a fate could be said to involve luck - and was soon scheduled for display at the slavemarkets. It was then, when she was standing at display, her world changed.
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Life is boring! You would think that being the youngest son of Drek Sorin, a noticeable trader, would make life more entertaining, but alas. Rolan Sorin had grown up in a strange world, a world where he was virtually alone. Dragonborns were not a popular people in Arca Terra, but through years of patience and hard work Rolan's father had been able to establish a trading establishment in the City. He traded in spices and rare plants from the deserts, imports from the dragonborn society that otherwise would have a hard time coming to Lacerda. The Sorin's were still largely disliked in Lacerda, but they had managed to establish a large and stable base of operations. Though many of those dealing with the Sorins prefer to do so out of the public, they payed well.
So. Being one of the handfull of Dragonborn in Lacerda City, Rolan grew up... well, alone. The first years of his life he never left the estate grounds, and he was a young man before he was allowed out on the streets. And even then, he was met with misstrust, dislike and even open hostility. Through it all, he held on to his pride and honor. He did not strike back, he did not respond to the insults. He endured. He often wandered down to the slave markets. He was not exactly sure why, but he even so, he did. He used to stand there, in the shadows, and watch. One such day, a light rain falling, his life was about to change.
----------
She was standing there. Looking out at the possible buyers. The raid was matting her hair and drenching her clothes. She quickly shut out the sound of the bartering, and focused on the steady sound of the rain. Her eyes moved aimlessly from face to face, from one disgusting person to the next. And then she saw him. In the back, seemingly hiding from the rest, a creature unlike she had ever seen before. Their eyes met, and time stood still. Aeons passed, and in the blink of an eye, time resumed.
----------
His eyes locked with hers. His heart stopped beating, his mind was turned upside down, and he knew he had to have her. Not like a man needs a woman - his desires laid elsewhere - but as a soul needs another. Without thinking he moved up to the slavers, and said to them: "The slave, the female. With the raven black hair. I want her. I'll pay twice of whatever she's going for." The slavers looked at him, and greed shone in his eyes. He told his price, and Rolan accepted.
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He had bought her. The strange man, the man she knew she was meant for. For the first time in years, Sirco was shaken, thrown off balance. The man came up to her, and offered her his arm. "My name is Rolan." he said. Long seconds went by, and finally she said; "Sirco."
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OK. The concept changed a bit on the road here, but is basically the same, with a twist. He is the noble young Warlord, she is the strange woman from overseas, harboring hidden powers (Warlock). He is the owner, she is the slave. He is the man who needs to take care of this woman. She is the woman who needs no caretaker, but goes along anyway, because she know she has to.
Basically what I submitted earlier - the broter/sister thing, is what I see down the road. What I imagine now, will be the evolving of the relationship between these two. Both strangers - outsiders - in a world filled with dangers, both big and small.
I would really like to play her as Doppleganger, but she will hide this truth from everyone for a long time, currently she appears like a tanned, darkhaired elf.
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