Her Life Enslaved

[YouKnowItsJuno 269]

On a bright sunny day in Valior, a lone figure walked across the fields and forests on the road towards Oren lands. Having just gotten off the boat, the young woman tried to keep her thoughts far from the long sea journey to these lands.

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Xanthe Fletcher, daughter of the fletcher of a small village in Athera, had come on a ship to Valior. Along the way, through the great chaos that happened on the seas, he was tossed from the boat by a wave and that was that; she had nothing to bury. Distraught, alone, and with no minas to her name, Xanthe came up with ideas to support herself and find protection in the strange new land. Finally, she determined she would best be able to do so by finding a noble house and asking to serve as a handmaiden for a lady. With that, she packed the few free provisions the monks gave out at the new temple and trudged off towards Oren.

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As she approached a bridge, she passed by two masked men. Nervously, she walked on until one called out, "Pardon me, miss!" She stopped, and that was her biggest mistake.

 

It wasn't long until they drew swords and encircled her. Unarmed, Xanthe reached out for the edge of the bridge, ready to jump if she had to. But they distracted her and one of them slammed the pommel of his sword into her right temple and she blacked out.

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When she awoke again, they were in the forest. In horror, she realized she was bound and gagged. Her attackers asked her many questions and searched her. Disappointed, they realized she had nothing and had no one to pay her ransom, so again they hit her in the head to knock her out and shoved her in a dirty, coarse potato sack in order to transport her on the road with minimal suspicion.

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It was two days later. Bruised, cramped, hungry, and sick from being cold and wet (for it rained most of the time they traveled), Xanthe constantly cried and lamented her bad luck. She had heard the whispers of where they were to go, and it struck fear into her heart. Her worst fears were realized whenever she started to grow hot and sweaty, on top of her raging fever. They were in the desert.

 

Her heart skipped a beat when the leader of the two bandits spoke to someone, and it was answered by a deep, guttural voice just barely understandable to her. Orcs.

 

"...came across a fine human specimen in our travels, fine tuned and house trained - how would you like to be the new owner of a fine young slave?" The smooth, conniving voice of the bandit said.

 

"Agh, gib mi da gurl," said a female orc, her voice demanding.

 

Huge, lumbering footsteps could be heard as two more orcs approached. "Waghzhief... tayke da znaga...," he turned towards the two bandits, who's sly grins had faltered and were replaced with ones of fear. "Mi am Rehx Vrogak'Gorkil. Latz gib mi znaga az tribuyte?"

 

Scared out of asking for coin for her, the bandit leader nodded sullenly. "Indeed... ah... tribute..."

 

With that, Xanthe was dumped out of the sack. Blinking up at the harsh desert sun, she weakly looked at the three huge, lumbering orcs and her two captors, who were already walking quickly off. She was pulled to her feet by the one called the "Warchief", and she was dragged along into the palace.

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Later she knelt before the Rex in his palace. Looking up at him, her vision blurred from being weak and sick. He stood up from his throne, stepping forward to grab her hair and remove her binds. She looked up at him with wide, scared brown eyes.

 

Grabbing her chin, he regarded her thoughtfully. "Hozh znaga... Kiri, latz kan kip 'er."

 

Stepping forward, the female orc spoke. "Hozh, manee rulg, Rex," She knelt down and took Xanthe's chin from the Rex. "Latz belung tu mi nao, gruk?"

 

Eyes full of tears, Xanthe nodded.

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Later, she was awoken from her small tower room by Kiri'Gorkil, her new mistress. She took her up to the volcano, where many more orcs were already gathered above the pit of lava at the zenith of the mountain. The Rex held one of her captors - apparently his bandit leader had left him to die at the hands of the orcs when they were captured in the desert. The bandit met Xanthe's eye, his own fear reflected in her own. He slowly turned towards the Rex, then with a look of defiance, he spat at him. Angrily, the Rex lifted one great foot and kicked the bandit into the lake of fire.

With a scream, Xanthe turned away, covering her mouth with a hand. Stepping away from the cheering orcs, she knelt down and vomited.

 

So this was her life, enslaved.

 

[Had to write about this, probably the most eventful roleplay I've had in a while. Thanks to colaone1, friar5, ShannonLeigh, Arteh, and Origin_Lark (because he's beautiful).]

[The Real Burger 20]

Hey now, you are allstar. 
Get your game on, go be enslaved.

[HeroOfDuLoc 1935]

Wow, didn't even mention me by name? Atleast I was in the story though.

[Cola one 1 37]

Sammy, the seemingly bandit leader strolls into the Oren capital, both his man and his kidnapee taken from him by the Orcs, wounded, hungry and dehydrated, he strolls into the closest tavern to drink, eat, and attempt to bring his numbers back to a respectable number.

 

(( Thanks for going along with it and not complaining, we tried to make it as fun as could be for both sides, and to the Orcs, fair play xD ))

[KoTo 610]

Moved to the Archive. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.