Thread: Princess & Alchemist of the Bang (Fancy_Sakura)

Though unspoken by the wheels of time and fate, her fears where unfounded. For her 'Master' to be would not be as bad as she seemed to expect. All had not forsaken her to a cruel fate befitting of one of her standing. Yet the path set before her clearly would not be a easy, nore a kind fate that was clear. For her master to be was not good nore bad. A strange being seemed to be merely a toy of fate. His life like one big hypocrisy that never ended. No matter what he had tried through out a life, he could nore would ever escape the fate that the 'gods' of this world played him to be. How could he, he was but merely a pawn. Not a knight nore a bishop, not king nore queen, a useless piece upon the board. Or so many would think of a pawn. But Salvial Vel Trual had other opinions of such things. No, a pawn was far from useless in his eyes. Though in the game of fate he was a pawn, and that perhaps was the reason he considered it such. Yet even so when he had played the game of chess, he found the pawn to be a invaluable piece. People often underestimated the pawn thinking it was useless. But that was the trick to it, in the game of chess if a pawn reached the other side of the board he or she as it were, could become a higher rank. As such that had become his goal, not to escape his fate, and be something he couldn't be, at least not for the time being. His goal was the other side of the board, and rank up as it were. He would be a 'king' in the game of fate before it was done with he would make damn sure of that. A hour prior to the arrival of the young princess, a lone silhouette descended upon the town... Where he walked, trouble would only follow... A deep sigh escaped the lips of the elf as he walked upon the dirt road leading to a boarder town. He knew full well that he should pick up his pace, there was no doubt someone was chasing after him. There always was someone after him. If there wasn't someone on his tail, that's when he would start worrying. After all, just about every nation was after him for one reason or another. Not all of them were his fault, though all things considering most of them he couldn't blame them for having him a public enemy. He was well known for causing damages, though that was the most minor of his minor crimes. He was by far no saint, nore anything else of the like. He was a elf that had lived a good one thousand, three hundred, and forty seven years. Though considering his races life span he was not entirely that old. He had only been on the lose in the world for the last nineteen years. But what could one person do, he wasn't reserved and careful as other elves were. He was by far more, wild and free willed. Many of his kind considered him to be far too similar to humans for there comfort. Which partly explained why he was wondering the world. It didn't take him long before he strolled into the town. Instantly there were mummers and whispers from humans, and the adoring eyes of all slaves that were tugged, lead or other wise along the path he walked. This was human dominated town, and country none the less. A elf walking around without a master of some sorts was unheard of. Even more so a male, few slavers dared to try to take males, since the only time they seemed to appear was in hunting parties. Even if they weren't they fought tooth and nail to the death. Making Male elf slaves by far more rare then females, despite the higher demand for females. Salvial was well aware of this, as he looked around his ears constantly twitching as they listened for any sign of enemy's. His hands twitched as he walked, and it wasn't long before he found himself staring down two very unfriendly fellows. A Orc, and a large human, and as Salvial contemplated which smelled worse, the human spoke. Well what we 'ave 'ere? If it aint one of dem male knife ears. The human spoke looking quite smug at Salvial, to his annoyance. Salvial glared at him with blank yet aggravated eyes. They were warnings that he knew the human would not understand. He didn't seem to be the brightest bird in the flock. Not only that, Salvial wished the man would step back a few, to stop spitting on him as he talked. That was by far the most aggravating thing these thugs had done so far. At least the big oaf just stood there laughing. Clearly the beast was as if not more brain dead then this human. Though Orcs, were not notorious for there vast intellect, but this was a dumb one, even for orcs. wha price ya think we be getten for dis on- The human spoke putting his hand underneath Salvial's chin turning it side to side examining his face. This was where he drew the line. This dirty grimy human touched him, and what was on his fingers he did not know, he just knew it didn't belong on him. Already had enough of this man, Salvial tapped the back of his left foot and out from the sole of his boot shot out a daggers blade. It stabbed right into the mans right leg. The man fell back screaming and the entire town stopped to look at him. The Orc looked confused looking between the two. Clearly wanting to know what the 'brain' of the two wanted him to do. Now, my uneducated friend, I believe today you will learn a valuable lesson, if what not to do. Understand that even if they are another race, that should they be so bold as to enter such a town in broad daylight alone they have reason to. Lastly you should learn how to speak properly, else nobles are likely to kill or enslave you moments after you speak. As well learn some hygiene else stay down wind from the world. Anger me again and you will find yourself in a cell praying someone buys you for hard labor instead of a arena fighter. Salvial spoke holding up a Seal. The human who had cracked his eye to look up at him, was looking at horror at him. The orc was much the same, the seal Salvial held was a Slavers Guild Seal. It meant he was a Slaver for the Guild, one actually hired to do the Guilds slaving. The human barked at the Orc who quickly picked him up and ran. Salvial replaced the seal in his shirt, and clicked his back heal again, the dagger sliding back into his boot. The humans around him were silent, and moved quickly avoiding him. Salvial paid it no mind and walked on. It wasn't long before he found himself in a loud tavern. He found himself sitting in the corner of the tavern, everything loud and bustling. In the distance he saw a barmaid walking around. His eye twitched as he saw her, she was a elf, just like him. Her body was a hollowed battered shell of what she once was he could tell. He was displeased with this, but he made no notion of his hate for it. It wasn't long before she moved to him, her eyes never leaving the ground below her. Her eyes seemed to be unable to look up as if they were forever grounded, as her soul was. How may I serve you Master.... She spoke meekly, her voice hollow. It pained him to hear her, a females elf's voice was musical and filled with life. But hers... It was wrong, ever so wrong. Shindu alaran tala, Eniru Salvial spoke watching her closely. He watched as her eyes widened with shock and her head shot up looking at him. Her eyes a mix of horror, surprise, and relief. There was a elf here a free one. Her eyes watered as her free hand went to her lips covering any sound she might make. Salvial put a finger to his lips shushing her. She seemed to instantly respond to him, seeming willing to follow any command he would give her. A sense of life filled her as she gazed over him, of admirement and happiness. But then came a loud voice, of a drunken man. Vench vers our Ale! It came from a large man who stumbled over to her. He instantly took notice to Salvial. And Vats dis...? A Knifez Ears here? He spoke slurring, and this didn't annoy Salvial at all. He had a reason to sound like that so he let it slide. Salvial pulled the seal out of his shirt showing it to the man who seemed quite surprised and happy. The Bar maid looked at him in horror, he was a slaver! Vell a buddies! Lets have a drinks shall we!? Wench! Ales for our new friends! The man yelled as he and his four buddies took a seat at his table. The Bar maid shot him a glare as she went and got there ales. The men patted him on the back and said a multitude of things he tuned out. When she returned and set there mugs in front of them she glared at Salvial. When she was next to him leaning over to put more drinks on the table for the other men, Salvial grabbed her sholder and pulled her closer. Whispering in her ear he spoke in there native tongue once more. Senvu ele taliva ventu alaen seal. He whispered and her eyes showed shock once more but she did not move, she proceeded to put the mugs on the table and stepped back. She stayed near Salvial as if that was what she was supposed to do. Salvial clapped his hands and reached in his coat pulling out vial of dark liquid. Well Gentlemen, how about I spice up your drink to give it a extra kick? Salvial spoke, and the men cheered and pushed there mugs closer to him. He pulled out the cork and put a single drop in each of there mugs, leaving his without a drop. He replaced the cork ensuring it was tightly sealed. He was careful with it as he replaced it in his shirt. Well then, bottoms up! Salvial said raising his glass then beginning to chug it as the rest of them. The humans finished first as he expected. Salval cracked his neck and stood up taking the bar maids hand. Well I must be going gentlemen, I just came in for a refreshment. All be leaving in Five, four, three- Salvial spoke reaching into his shirt pulling out another vial this time of red liquid. Awwws why you leavin so soo- The man couldn't finish that sentence as the count ran to zero, the five men dropped against the table dead as a doorknob. Bloody foam draining from there mouths. Salvial dropped the vial, and as soon as it made contact with the floor it exploded into a cloud of smoke. Before anyone could gather themselves both Salvial and the bar maid were long gone. Salvial found himself with the bar maid in hand just outside of the city. He was bringing her as far as the collar would let him take her. It wasn't a strong collar, it was like that so the owner could send her shopping in his place no doubt. Salvial pulled a third vial from his shit, this one a bubbling green, that looked extremely volatile. He pushed her head back as far as it could go, revealing her iron collar. Popping the cork he let a drop fall on her collar and instantly it ate through her collar, causing the metal drop to the ground. Releasing her he put the cork back. As he put it back in his shirt she jumped on him hugging him sobbing profusely saying her thanks in the native language. H... How can I ever repay you!? She asked in the Humans tongue, the last thing she ever wanted to say in this cursed tongue. Without a word Salvial looked at her contemplating what to say. He didn't do it for a reward, he just wanted to get her out of there as she was one of his kin. It then hit him what to ask, or rather take from her. Without another thought he pushed her to the tree, his lips hastily meeting hers. She was surprised but had been trained not to resist, a gentle glow enveloped her, that was subtle that one would not notice it if they did not know what to look for. When there kiss broke she seemed to beam with joy. You know the way, now run and never look back. A taste is a good enough prize for me. Salvial told her giving her a wink before departing. For elves, what he just did was much different then when a human did it. To elves each of them had a different taste to there kiss. As affection and emotions of such were so rare, in most cases he would have a blood feud upon his hands for such a thing. Yet considering the circumstances the family would likely give anyone but him her hand for less. As he wasn't well liked even in his home country. Shaking his head he found himself upon the dirt road again heading off to the next destination. He was on the opposite side of the City now. in the past hour he had killed four people, freed a elven slave, harmed slavers, and caused who knows how much confusion. All in all, it was a peaceful trip. Though as he traveled a short way he spotted slavers walking up the path. The city was a haven for there kind and a prime place to sell and buy as it was on the edge of the kingdom. Thus making selling the slaves to the auctioneers who would ship them around to sell them for more else were was no surprise. The men did not take notice to him at first as they were talking amongst one another and ensuring the slaves didn't get lose. When the lead man noticed him he instantly drew his sword. A good number of them surrounded him, the rest remained watching the slaves to be. Well look at what we got here, a elf, isn't this our lucky day. We found two gems in the dirt. The man said amused about to order the men to attack. He held off watching Salvial move, very cautious of elves. There magic was not something to be taken lightly, nore was there viciousness in a fight and one so close was extremely dangerous. Salvial didn't react to these men, staying calm. He had enough vials to deal with these men in any number of ways. They were not well armed, and all humans. They seemed all to be suited for a close range fight, heavy and slow. Being more agile he could always run away if needed. But he was... Curious to say the least. He understood why he was called a gem. But who and what was this other gem he spoke of. Salvial pulled out the seal once more, You caught nothing, only met someone passing by searching for better game. Salvial spoke, there eyes twitching. They didn't seem to want to lower there blades and trust him. But the thought of raising there blades and assaulting a member of the guild was far more frightening. They lowered there blades and sheathed them. All of them returning to the caravan of slaves. The leading man stayed where he was, weary of getting too close, to any elf, or guild member, being he was both, he was especially weary. Well then, it is a rare sight to see a guild member so far out here, even more so one like you, may I ask why you are here? I would guess a Guild member like yourself would be in elven lands as it would be much easier for you to catch them then any of us. The man spoke, in a respectful tone, not wanting to anger him unneeded. There was no such thing as being too careful with the guild members, they were more dangerous then anything. If they were not killed they would be thrown into slavery themselves, and there were many slaves that would love to get ahold of slavers. Which in it's own would never be a surprise. They caught wind of my hunting's so they know to watch for me. I won't be returning to those hunting grounds for quite some time so I intend to do my hunting elsewhere, with the shorter lived races. I am traveling around trying to find a good area to hunt. Speaking of hunting, you spoke of a 'Gem' did you not? I would much like to see this gem of yours. I know how much the auctioneers pay you, and often it is no where near as much as they would get. Perhaps if the gem can catch a sparkle in my eye, then perhaps, we can arrange a little something. As there is no record of any of these slaves just yet, we perhaps could put together a, 'You don't tell and I won't tell,' agreement. Salvial spoke a wicked grin on his face. The man seemed to be contemplating it, it was true they were never paid for the worth they would get from the auction, not even a quarter most time. If this man, and he was sure he could afford to, pay them more. Well... Who had to know right? After all there was no record in the guilds logs that these were slaves yet, and this was a guild member. He was just asking for a pre-sale buy. They were entitled to that weren't they, after all they ran the whole damned slave trade. All talk to the boss... The man spoke turning his back to Salvial and walking back into the caravan to speak with the head of it. Salvial and Clarisse were blissfully unaware of this in these moments, but the game, had officially begun.