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<blockquote data-quote="megamania" data-source="post: 1626373" data-attributes="member: 9255"><p>UNDER A DARKSUN</p><p>SEGMENT 131</p><p>“The Trouble With Redheads”</p><p> </p><p>Cosa cursed herself for not suspecting there may be a psion or a cleric within the guards. There often is just for the very reason she was there. Escaped slaves or meddlers trying to aid slaves to escape. She had felt her will to move disappear first then as she tried, she felt held in place. The worse of it was to watch what happened to Mania next. He was over whelmed and beaten into submission and all she could do is watch …and cry.</p><p></p><p>This man understood her talents with magic well enough also. She was gagged so not to be able to speak the words and tied and bound. This included a pair of mage gloves. These ceramic/leather gloves were especially made to limit the movement of the fingers. She had no doubt this person had provisions to prevent psionics also. He was a thinking man. She could see it in his eyes. His poorly died hair was strange looking on him but seemed to fit him well enough. The pendant he wore suggested a fire cleric which was dangerous at best. Fire clerics were known to burn down buildings or dry brush on a simple whim.</p><p></p><p>She had no idea where she was. She heard voices. She believed it to be guards- perhaps the Templar guards of Balic. The sound of the wheels of the cart suggested she was on loosely fitted stone instead of sand and earth. Voices. So many voices. She could not understand any of it. Everything was muffled from being hidden in a box within a cart. She heard what sounded like a debate. She heard music and she heard voices of people bartering. She heard the sound of a Thri-kreen speaking. Then nothing. </p><p></p><p>The red dyed man said something but she did not catch all of it. Something about “home” and “virus of Balic”. The cart slowed down then she felt it drop down onto a ramp. The air slowly became cooler. The sounds of animals were present. The light of the crimson sun was weakened then went away.</p><p></p><p>She was underground.</p><p></p><p>The cart stopped and shook as the riders got out. “Welcome home. Welcome to your new home lil’ redhead. I’m sure Sirus will be eager to meet you.” The chuckle the red dyed man made reminded her of breaking stones from extreme heat.</p><p></p><p>“Ashe Sot…bring the prize to the inspection room. Be careful. She is a mage and a sneaky one at that. Do not harm her. As you can see- Sirus will take special interest in her.”</p><p></p><p>She hears him walk away then smells something …dead. Dead and burnt. Suddenly her box is yanked up and thumps on the floor jolting her. Three blackened and burnt fingers pry open the lid. The smell of the bodies before her disgusts her. They are covered in scraps of cloth with a full head mask complete with dyed red hair. The worst of it, the bodies smell burnt and even dead. Once the one grabs her arms there is no doubt that these creatures are undead and died by means of burning. A sick fear gripped her as she came to understand she was in the possession of a fire cleric whom could burn a person to death then reanimate them as servants. This same person seemed to have a reason to want her for a special reason. By the four winds of Dragon’s Peak- the red hair. She was a natural red head. Everyone there was dyed red. Could she be taken just because she has red hair?!?</p><p></p><p>The corpses lead through a few corridors in the dimly lit tunnels until they reach a room that is pristine. There is post with chains and cuffs but otherwise, there are red soft carpets, a reddish orange covered couch and a mirror with obsidian carved flames. Several burning pans with coal and oils give off a strange scent of minerals and perfumes. She is shackled to the post. The two are careful not to remove her mage gloves and not to step off of a cloth that led into the room. More articles of clothing are removed leaving her with only her bottoms on. Strangely enough, she is not cold. The two burnt zombies retreat and roll the cloth back to the doorway. She guesses this was done to avoid ashes or burnt flesh from getting into the expensive carpet.</p><p></p><p>She is here for maybe twenty minutes before anyone comes. A woman, with natural red hair, wearing an orange and yellow robe enters the room. She eyes Cosa carefully then gives a sharp frown. With heated water, she washes Cosa and applies scented spices and perfumes before leaving. Cosa feels extremely vulnible now and violated. She wishes Mania was here.</p><p></p><p>Another twenty minutes later a new person arrives. A tall fit man. His hair was black as a richly fueled fire would burn afgari wood. His quiet and stillness spoke of his nearly uncontrolled energies within him. He smiled faintly as her looked at her. Without saying a word, he circled her. He inspected her while maintaining a careful distance from her. He had been warned that she was a wanted preserver and thief from Nibenay whom could kill a man easily if let his guard down. Sirus of Balic was not one to let his guard down.</p><p></p><p>Smiling greatly now he snaps his fingers twice. The woman with the red hair enters the room. Cosa now sees the family resemblance between the two.</p><p></p><p>“She will do. Prepare her with the others.” And thus Cosa has met Sirus of Balic.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="megamania, post: 1626373, member: 9255"] UNDER A DARKSUN SEGMENT 131 “The Trouble With Redheads” Cosa cursed herself for not suspecting there may be a psion or a cleric within the guards. There often is just for the very reason she was there. Escaped slaves or meddlers trying to aid slaves to escape. She had felt her will to move disappear first then as she tried, she felt held in place. The worse of it was to watch what happened to Mania next. He was over whelmed and beaten into submission and all she could do is watch …and cry. This man understood her talents with magic well enough also. She was gagged so not to be able to speak the words and tied and bound. This included a pair of mage gloves. These ceramic/leather gloves were especially made to limit the movement of the fingers. She had no doubt this person had provisions to prevent psionics also. He was a thinking man. She could see it in his eyes. His poorly died hair was strange looking on him but seemed to fit him well enough. The pendant he wore suggested a fire cleric which was dangerous at best. Fire clerics were known to burn down buildings or dry brush on a simple whim. She had no idea where she was. She heard voices. She believed it to be guards- perhaps the Templar guards of Balic. The sound of the wheels of the cart suggested she was on loosely fitted stone instead of sand and earth. Voices. So many voices. She could not understand any of it. Everything was muffled from being hidden in a box within a cart. She heard what sounded like a debate. She heard music and she heard voices of people bartering. She heard the sound of a Thri-kreen speaking. Then nothing. The red dyed man said something but she did not catch all of it. Something about “home” and “virus of Balic”. The cart slowed down then she felt it drop down onto a ramp. The air slowly became cooler. The sounds of animals were present. The light of the crimson sun was weakened then went away. She was underground. The cart stopped and shook as the riders got out. “Welcome home. Welcome to your new home lil’ redhead. I’m sure Sirus will be eager to meet you.” The chuckle the red dyed man made reminded her of breaking stones from extreme heat. “Ashe Sot…bring the prize to the inspection room. Be careful. She is a mage and a sneaky one at that. Do not harm her. As you can see- Sirus will take special interest in her.” She hears him walk away then smells something …dead. Dead and burnt. Suddenly her box is yanked up and thumps on the floor jolting her. Three blackened and burnt fingers pry open the lid. The smell of the bodies before her disgusts her. They are covered in scraps of cloth with a full head mask complete with dyed red hair. The worst of it, the bodies smell burnt and even dead. Once the one grabs her arms there is no doubt that these creatures are undead and died by means of burning. A sick fear gripped her as she came to understand she was in the possession of a fire cleric whom could burn a person to death then reanimate them as servants. This same person seemed to have a reason to want her for a special reason. By the four winds of Dragon’s Peak- the red hair. She was a natural red head. Everyone there was dyed red. Could she be taken just because she has red hair?!? The corpses lead through a few corridors in the dimly lit tunnels until they reach a room that is pristine. There is post with chains and cuffs but otherwise, there are red soft carpets, a reddish orange covered couch and a mirror with obsidian carved flames. Several burning pans with coal and oils give off a strange scent of minerals and perfumes. She is shackled to the post. The two are careful not to remove her mage gloves and not to step off of a cloth that led into the room. More articles of clothing are removed leaving her with only her bottoms on. Strangely enough, she is not cold. The two burnt zombies retreat and roll the cloth back to the doorway. She guesses this was done to avoid ashes or burnt flesh from getting into the expensive carpet. She is here for maybe twenty minutes before anyone comes. A woman, with natural red hair, wearing an orange and yellow robe enters the room. She eyes Cosa carefully then gives a sharp frown. With heated water, she washes Cosa and applies scented spices and perfumes before leaving. Cosa feels extremely vulnible now and violated. She wishes Mania was here. Another twenty minutes later a new person arrives. A tall fit man. His hair was black as a richly fueled fire would burn afgari wood. His quiet and stillness spoke of his nearly uncontrolled energies within him. He smiled faintly as her looked at her. Without saying a word, he circled her. He inspected her while maintaining a careful distance from her. He had been warned that she was a wanted preserver and thief from Nibenay whom could kill a man easily if let his guard down. Sirus of Balic was not one to let his guard down. Smiling greatly now he snaps his fingers twice. The woman with the red hair enters the room. Cosa now sees the family resemblance between the two. “She will do. Prepare her with the others.” And thus Cosa has met Sirus of Balic. [/QUOTE]
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