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Subject: A strange man enters, his eyes unforgiving and his appearance unyielding of his personality. Author: Rhandin [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 05:15:41 03/25/02 Mon Name: Rhandin Age: It's difficult to tell. Perhaps 28? Type: Landen Gender: Male Looks: He is tall and scarred, and never without his thick black cloak, though the hood is sometimes down. His short black hair is unwashed and ruffled, and his entire appearance is that of a survivor. He is not overly muscled, but lean and strong, like a lone wolf. He surveys the land with dark, formidable eyes, and speaks little. Past: His stories are too long and many to be recounted; all that shall be said is that he has been far. His name is not the one he was born with. It was given to him by the Gray Elves, in whose language it means "Wanderer," a fitting title. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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Subject Author Date "Hmmm...strong, I know Queen Fajeia would like another slave. Hmm...much like I." The red dark lips part in a deadly smile. The black robes turn with the male as he leaves to find his queen. (NT) Sadi *The Sadist* 08:48:52 03/25/02 Mon Distrust shines in his brooding eyes as he senses this man's twisted soul. But he stands, tall, proud and silent, awaiting his fate with grim determination- he shall not be broken. (NT) -- Rhandin, 10:55:20 03/25/02 Mon A warlock walks up behind the slave. "Hmm..." Watches The Sadist leave, shakes his head. (NT) -- Tosia, 13:01:52 03/25/02 Mon Sharply aware of a presence behind him, he listens carefully, monitering the man's movements without himself moving a muscle. (NT) -- Rhandin, 07:54:06 03/26/02 Tue Steps infront of him. A opal vioce enters the slave's head. *So would you like a master or mistess?* (OOC: * means thru the head.) (NT) -- Tosia, 13:22:47 03/26/02 Tue He makes a snorting noise, speaking in a cold voice. "I don't think choice comes into it, sir or madam. I am a Landen, a bloodless creature little better than a dog. So I believe, sir or madam, that the choice is yours." (NT) Rhandin 15:42:56 03/26/02 Tue "Really? I had a best friend who was Landen. And you are not a bloodess creature, little better than a dog." (NT) -- Tosia, 16:44:23 03/26/02 Tue "My destiny is to be a slave." His hawk-like eyes pierce the speaker. "I have no choice." (NT) -- Rhandin, 07:18:25 03/27/02 Wed The green-jeweled Warlord smiles. Calls Ray over. -- Tosia, 12:02:40 03/27/02 Wed The slave wanders back over. "Tosia go tend to Dasia. Rhandin is being bought by a true slave owner." Smiles forms. (NT) -- Sadi *The Sadist*, 16:01:24 03/28/02 Thu Bitter eyes watch with only mild interest- his fate is no longer in his own hands. (NT) Rhandin 18:03:32 03/30/02 Sat "Don't worry. She will not break you, she hasn't yet with me." (NT) -- Sadi, 12:14:53 03/31/02 Sun He snorts, meeting the other's eyes without fear. "She will not because she cannot.: (NT) -- Rhandin, 05:09:33 04/01/02 Mon Almost smiles, "Well if she wants she will, but as her she will not." (NT) -- Sadi, 08:17:36 04/01/02 Mon [..+appearance+..] -- Fajera, 08:25:57 04/01/02 Mon Smiles, "M'lady, otold you he'd make a good slave in your court." His bronze eyes are neutral and his voice as well. (NT) -- Sadi, 08:30:23 04/01/02 Mon [..+smirks..yes.. you told.. me.. and i see.. he would make a good slave in my court.. eyes them+..] (NT) -- Fajera, 08:41:12 04/01/02 Mon Smiles. (NT) -- Sadi, 08:43:04 04/01/02 Mon Walks over, "He's worth about 23 teiz." (NT) -- Ray, 08:45:25 04/01/02 Mon [..+hands him a small bag filled with the money..here..+..] (NT) -- Fajera, 08:53:45 04/01/02 Mon Takes it, "He's yours." (NT) -- Ray, 08:55:23 04/01/02 Mon Bronze eyes smiles, turns and walks away. (NT) -- Sadi, 08:57:19 04/01/02 Mon He meets his new owner's eyes with his own wild, dark, brooding ones. He speaks not a word- a slave's voice is not fit for a Queen. Glaring at the world, he awaits orders. (NT) Rhandin 15:00:28 04/01/02 Mon [..+smirks...go to the slaves quarters...our kingdom in Kinako....smirks and disappears..+..] (NT) -- Fajera, 15:58:38 04/01/02 Mon He observes the apparently permanently-smirking form of the Queen, nodding gruffly and walking with almost mechanical steps to where he was directed. (NT) -- Rhandin, 03:08:34 04/03/02 Wed