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<blockquote data-quote="megamania" data-source="post: 1636443" data-attributes="member: 9255"><p>UNDER A DARKSUN</p><p>SEGMENT 132</p><p>“What is it with Mania and Gladiator Slaves?”</p><p></p><p>The air was cooler but stagnant. The crimson sun was setting into the Silt Sea and thus casting long shadows, even in his cell with two small 8inch square windows. The ceiling was stone, wood and mud. The ceiling and sections of the far wall was all he could see. It hurt too much to lift his head. There was a large bump with crusted blood on the back of his that made moving painful and disorienting. Rather than possibly hurt himself further, Mania decided he was content just to stay where he was and how he was. Then he sensed movement to his left. Without turning he tried to see that way. He saw something moving but was uncertain what. The human female had taken a terrible blow to the face that tore off much of her nose. The same blow removed about 3 ½ teeth. She was in obvious pain but said nothing and made no noise.</p><p></p><p>“That’s Jaedon. Trike did that to her. She likes to headbutt slaves in the face. Based on the blood, I figure she did you from behind. Gotta hurt. My name is Guesstook. Like you and her, I am a slave of the city of Balic.”</p><p></p><p>Mania slowly and painfully turns his head. Hair sticks and pulls from the blood on the stone floor causing him to grimace in discomfort. Now looking directly at Jaedon, he notes she was once a beautiful woman in her early twenties. Guesstook is also human. Based on his appearance, he is a mage or a book keeper. Mania is not impressed. Right now he would loss an arm wrestling match with Guesstook. That is how tired he feels.</p><p></p><p>With his head turned he saw there were several other captives within this room. These were either unconscience or worse. At least one had severe head trauma, possibly from the female mul outside named Trike. The door looked simple enough. Wood with bone reinforcements. He was confident he could break out if he wanted to – under normal conditions at least. Feeling as weak and ill as he did, he was uncertain if he could crawl out if the door was unlocked and opened. And what of Trike and her fellow guardsmen? No, he was stuck here for the moment.</p><p></p><p>Later that day, now nearly dark, Mania was awoken from a deep daze near-sleep condition by the sounds of a fight. It seemed to only last a few minutes then it was over. He returned to his sleepy world of discomfort and not so distant pain.</p><p></p><p>The next morning Mania awoke as Trike and several other guardsmen came in quickly and loudly. Trike kicked a corpse for leaning on the door. She seemed not to understand that the man was dead. Maybe she didn’t understand.</p><p></p><p>Mania looked a bit closer at her this time. He mistook her as a male mul before. The dwarf-human crossbreeds were well known for their muscular forms. This reduced body fat and with no hair often caused gender confusion with muls. He strongly wanted to say something smart to her but doubted he could survive the encounter so he just lay there. She looked and grunted at Jaedon and Mania. She then looked at Guesstook and laughed. It was not a pleasant sound. She made a “whisk” sound that resembled a whistle and motioned to Mania and the woman. Four other guards came in and collected them.</p><p></p><p>The light was dim in the hallway, or Mania’s vision was graying, either way, he was lost. He thought they went down a ramp and around a few corners. He was placed on a cold stone table. A giant-hair rope was wrapped around his wrists and his neck. Jaedon was like wise treated. Several men and women dressed in light colored robes walked in. They poked and prodded them. They checked the injuries and spoke harshly of Trike. The one held a token before her with some sort of official looking emblem on them. A columned temple or the such was displayed there. </p><p></p><p>“By the harsh, impartial and always correct judgement of our king, god and ruler of the Silt Sea, I ask for the power of healing this man’s injuries. His skull is fractured and his ribs bruised. I ask for fairness and to see him mended mind, body and need be soul.”</p><p></p><p>She continues onward with this speech but Mania isn’t listening. He is in too much pain to listen. He feels the ribs swell then bloat. Finally, they reduce to their normal size with little discoloration. His head is much worse. His cracked skull grows suddenly hot and burns his brain. An audible pop and crack can be heard as the bones of his head fuse together. He is dizzy from pain when his skin re-adheres to his newly repaired skull. Only the hardened blood and matted hair show any signs of his serious injury. Instinctually he pulls at his wrists to free his throat of the binds but finds the guardsmen were prepared for this. With little to no leverage all he can do is gag and sputter as the templar leans over him. In a whisper she hisses at him. “The Power of Andropinis can heal. I have the power to destroy. Keep that in mind slave.”</p><p></p><p>It is only now that she drags a bone slicing ring along his stomach cutting him that he realizes he is wearing a mere rag for clothes. A red line with drops of crimson here and there prove she is prepared to follow through with her threat.</p><p></p><p>“Bind him and ready him for the auction. He looks able for any use a man, woman or patrician may have for him.” she replies with a leering and cruel smile. She moves over to Jaedon as three guardsmen bring Mania out of the room. Three strong, experienced and mean hearted men lead him to a new cell.</p><p></p><p>He is tied to a pole before being left alone. Once alone all he can think is how often he has been in this very position. How he hates slavery!</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="megamania, post: 1636443, member: 9255"] UNDER A DARKSUN SEGMENT 132 “What is it with Mania and Gladiator Slaves?” The air was cooler but stagnant. The crimson sun was setting into the Silt Sea and thus casting long shadows, even in his cell with two small 8inch square windows. The ceiling was stone, wood and mud. The ceiling and sections of the far wall was all he could see. It hurt too much to lift his head. There was a large bump with crusted blood on the back of his that made moving painful and disorienting. Rather than possibly hurt himself further, Mania decided he was content just to stay where he was and how he was. Then he sensed movement to his left. Without turning he tried to see that way. He saw something moving but was uncertain what. The human female had taken a terrible blow to the face that tore off much of her nose. The same blow removed about 3 ½ teeth. She was in obvious pain but said nothing and made no noise. “That’s Jaedon. Trike did that to her. She likes to headbutt slaves in the face. Based on the blood, I figure she did you from behind. Gotta hurt. My name is Guesstook. Like you and her, I am a slave of the city of Balic.” Mania slowly and painfully turns his head. Hair sticks and pulls from the blood on the stone floor causing him to grimace in discomfort. Now looking directly at Jaedon, he notes she was once a beautiful woman in her early twenties. Guesstook is also human. Based on his appearance, he is a mage or a book keeper. Mania is not impressed. Right now he would loss an arm wrestling match with Guesstook. That is how tired he feels. With his head turned he saw there were several other captives within this room. These were either unconscience or worse. At least one had severe head trauma, possibly from the female mul outside named Trike. The door looked simple enough. Wood with bone reinforcements. He was confident he could break out if he wanted to – under normal conditions at least. Feeling as weak and ill as he did, he was uncertain if he could crawl out if the door was unlocked and opened. And what of Trike and her fellow guardsmen? No, he was stuck here for the moment. Later that day, now nearly dark, Mania was awoken from a deep daze near-sleep condition by the sounds of a fight. It seemed to only last a few minutes then it was over. He returned to his sleepy world of discomfort and not so distant pain. The next morning Mania awoke as Trike and several other guardsmen came in quickly and loudly. Trike kicked a corpse for leaning on the door. She seemed not to understand that the man was dead. Maybe she didn’t understand. Mania looked a bit closer at her this time. He mistook her as a male mul before. The dwarf-human crossbreeds were well known for their muscular forms. This reduced body fat and with no hair often caused gender confusion with muls. He strongly wanted to say something smart to her but doubted he could survive the encounter so he just lay there. She looked and grunted at Jaedon and Mania. She then looked at Guesstook and laughed. It was not a pleasant sound. She made a “whisk” sound that resembled a whistle and motioned to Mania and the woman. Four other guards came in and collected them. The light was dim in the hallway, or Mania’s vision was graying, either way, he was lost. He thought they went down a ramp and around a few corners. He was placed on a cold stone table. A giant-hair rope was wrapped around his wrists and his neck. Jaedon was like wise treated. Several men and women dressed in light colored robes walked in. They poked and prodded them. They checked the injuries and spoke harshly of Trike. The one held a token before her with some sort of official looking emblem on them. A columned temple or the such was displayed there. “By the harsh, impartial and always correct judgement of our king, god and ruler of the Silt Sea, I ask for the power of healing this man’s injuries. His skull is fractured and his ribs bruised. I ask for fairness and to see him mended mind, body and need be soul.” She continues onward with this speech but Mania isn’t listening. He is in too much pain to listen. He feels the ribs swell then bloat. Finally, they reduce to their normal size with little discoloration. His head is much worse. His cracked skull grows suddenly hot and burns his brain. An audible pop and crack can be heard as the bones of his head fuse together. He is dizzy from pain when his skin re-adheres to his newly repaired skull. Only the hardened blood and matted hair show any signs of his serious injury. Instinctually he pulls at his wrists to free his throat of the binds but finds the guardsmen were prepared for this. With little to no leverage all he can do is gag and sputter as the templar leans over him. In a whisper she hisses at him. “The Power of Andropinis can heal. I have the power to destroy. Keep that in mind slave.” It is only now that she drags a bone slicing ring along his stomach cutting him that he realizes he is wearing a mere rag for clothes. A red line with drops of crimson here and there prove she is prepared to follow through with her threat. “Bind him and ready him for the auction. He looks able for any use a man, woman or patrician may have for him.” she replies with a leering and cruel smile. She moves over to Jaedon as three guardsmen bring Mania out of the room. Three strong, experienced and mean hearted men lead him to a new cell. He is tied to a pole before being left alone. Once alone all he can think is how often he has been in this very position. How he hates slavery! [/QUOTE]
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