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Thread: Diamond Amoungst the Lord's Army (Toxic & Methos)

The slavers had claimed they had some particular girl they were sure would strike his fancy. Thus the warlord had agreed to come take a look at this girl whom they claimed would manage to hold his interest longer than their other whimpering slavegirls. The usually weepy eyed, malnourished wretches they offered stared at their own feet and seemed likely to provide all the amusement of bread doused in water. Thus the warlord appeared in the doorway of the tavern and strode through the doorway. One of the slavery dashed up to great him extending a string of supplicating courtesy, and indicating how pleased they were that hed taken them up on their offer to display their merchandise for him. The warlord merely remarked laconically Then show me what you have. The warlord was a rather imposing looking man. He stood more than six and a half feet in height, his shoulders were broad and his form a brawny mass of muscle. It was a brutish frame, although the cold and calculating look in his eyes dispelled any notion that the warrior was any ordinary thug. Intelligence was seen to spark in those eyes, and hard if handsome features had a slightly grim set to them. Dark hair was matched with blue eyes and bronzed skin. He was clad relatively simply at the moment, a gleaming hauberk of chain mail rested across his torso, while a crimson cloak flowed down his shoulders. Snug black leather boots and britches garbed his lower body, while his sword was belted to his waist. A cry was heard from the rooms beyond the foyer, and the lord raised an eyebrow to the slaver. The slave offered a rather wan smile and darted back towards the cells, with the warlord following rather swiftly behind him. An annoyed expression graced the warriors features and soon hed find his blue eyes gazing at the form of a rather slender slavegirl seeking to strange the guard. A smirk graced his lips as he leaned in towards where the woman was throttling the guard, and his hand would close around her wrist like a vice squeezing so tightly that the pressure would threaten to break bone should he truly wish too. So this is the girl youve brought me to see. He stated idly as he let his eyes fall on the woman who clearly seemed rather unhappy about her current imprisonment. He leaned in to regard her as he noted Seems to have some spirit, she may be able to amuse me for a little while. How much do you want for her? I cant expect there are too many others who should be interested as shes throttling your guards.
Thread: Diamond Amoungst the Lord's Army (Toxic & Methos)

The second a hand encircled her wrist with a grip that had her biting her tongue hard and dropping the chain on that side. She grimaced and tried to yank her wrist from his grip. Let me go! She said in a low but deadly tone. Not panicking yet strongly insisting he did what she ordered. Her eyes meeting his then glancing over him for a moment. She noticed something then and brought herself closer to the cell bars where he was holding her wrist. She glared up at the man who obviously wasn't a slaver and pointed to his sword. Not allowed to wear that in here for good reason. She glanced at the guard down on the floor wheezing for breath and knocked out. Already she was thinking of how to retrieve his weapon and kill him with it. She could kill him from within the cell, she had done it to four of the slavers guards already. The other guard came over cautiously and pulled the unconscious guard away from the cell. He would have a definate bruising on his neck but if she hadn't of been retained she was going for death and that was very clear. The slaver smirked and stroked his chin. I was going to sell her for at least 100,000, she might be throttling my guards. Killing them brutally but guards are replaceable. A girl like her....a rare treasure don't you think? The look in his eyes showed that he was getting excited about the sale already, enough so he dismissed the guards so they could talk business. Katana glared at the slave owner. You wouldn't know my worth if it bit you in the ass. That was the true man she wanted to strangle even though it did her no good as she seemed to be unable to find a way out of this cage she was in. She yanked on her wrist again, looking up at the bold Warlord with malice. He was tall and broad, full of muscle. If she weren't being held against her will she would say that he was stunning, tall, dark and handsome but at the moment she was too busy trying to free herself from him.
Thread: Diamond Amoungst the Lord's Army (Toxic & Methos)

The warlord had his hand rather tightly closed about her wrist. He heard her demand that he let her go. He saw her indicating that his sword wasnt allowed in here for good reason. Evidently the girl thought she could employ it against him. With that suggestion his features simply formed a rather tight smile. Try to take it. He invited as his hand kept its grip upon her wrist. He idly added When you reach for it, Ill break your arm in three places and dislocate your shoulder so you wont be in much condition to use it. He smiled to her as though he fully intended to demonstrate his capability of performing the act to some incredulous student. God ahead, try it. If the guards had some fear of the woman, he seemed utterly indifferent to any danger she posed to him. The slaver named a rather outrageous price for the woman, which brought laughter to the warlords lips. Oh you think you can sell her for a hundred thousand? And to whom would you sell her for such a princely sum? Im rather sure I could buy a queen from her husband quite willing for such a price. He smirked Not to mention how many of your customers are going to find amusement in this welps attempts to kill whoever buys her hmm? He looked at the slaver and remarked Ill give you ten thousand for her, and you should be glad to get such a price for my taking your problem child off your hands. Your lucky to even make a profit on such a quarrelsome girl. As she sought to yank her wrist free, hed rather forcefully twist and toque upon her arm. Hed use the full leverage of his much larger form to seek to impress upon her that while she might think herself rather skilled and troublesome if she thought to give him trouble she was going to be in for a very painful disappointment. Now take your ten thousand and turn her over to me. Shes foolish enough to even seek to resist me. He smiled I shall enjoy disabusing her of that particular impulse. His eyes locked on Katana and shed feel them seeking to burrow into her skull with their intensity. He smiled to her as he remarked Youll learn exactly who your master is soon enough.
Thread: Diamond Amoungst the Lord's Army (Toxic & Methos)

She knew nothing of the warlord or the fact he wasn't what she was thinking he was. She was use to a certain measure of pain and the grimace on her face told that he was testing that with how tightly he held her. She dropped her knee so the hand resting loosely against the bars would be able to reach for the sword easily. Her eyes fell upon his face. You couldn't break my arm if I grab it and stick it through you before you get the chance to break my arm. She was calling in on him, seeing if he was bluffing. The air around this man and his demeanor though were different than everyone elses who had come in the room. That and her wrist felt ready to break with his grip as is. She wasn't sure what bothered her more at the moment. The fact that he seemed either unalarmed or unaware of how dangerous she was or the fact that he seemed to be annoyed by how she had acted. She growled hearing the two of them talk about her worth as if she were merchandise. Suddenly the sword in his belt seemed forgotten. The hand resting against the bars tightened into a fist, the bars pressed against her breasts and her bodies muscles were coiled as if ready to respond to something. The slaver had seemed to think about his offer of ten thousand and nodded, Fine. She's more trouble than shes worth anyways. She might be nice to look at but thats all your getting out of her. You might want to purchase one of our more pleasing slaves for ... other duties. He took a key off his belt and walked up to her door unlocking it. He tossed the warlord a key for the iron attached to the womans neck. We have a strict no return policy as you know but Ill make you a deal. She lasts over two weeks and well give you back what you paid for her. If she is still around a month from then, well double it. He laughed and left shaking his head as he left the two of them alone. Clearly he figured the warlord would kill her far before that. When he looked her way she felt something almost physically trying to drill into her mind. No...one is...my..master but ... thyself! She closed her eyes and shook her head as she looked away and then just as suddenly her body sprung against the bars and her free fisted hand was shooting out of the bars at the lords nose.
Thread: Diamond Amoungst the Lord's Army (Toxic & Methos)

The warlord seemed unfazed as the girl seemed to suggest that she could grab his sword and stab him before hed be able to break her arm. There was simply a smile on his lips as he remarked Well girl if you think you can do that try it. He stated nonchalantly. He seemed to invite the attempt if nothing else simply to illustrate that she could attempt to defy him and would suffer gravely for it. The warlord simply smiled as he remarked Ah now youre paying me to take her. First you want a fortune for her and now you admit youre glad to be rid of her. He laughed as he remarked Since you all are incapable, Ill bring the girl to hand and you can return my money in two weeks and in a months time youll pay me for the privilege of seeing how to deal with the likes of her. He heard the girl yelling that she had no master but herself. The fist that came through the bars would harmlessly fly past his head as he leaned to the side with surprisingly good reflexes. Now dont say you werent warned slave. He stated as his grip became unbearably tight upon her arm thereafter he rather roughly twisted the arm further torquing her shoulder before slamming her arm forcefully back against the bar with a rather savage force. Hed slam it into the metal bar once and thereafter hed repeat the action He loomed over the woman as he gazed through the bars. Now I trust that we understand each other. Try to harm me again and Ill break enough bones in your body so that you wont want to move for several weeks. He smirked as he looked at the girl and remarked And from now on I am your master, not yourself. Get used to it. There was a rather imperious tone to his statements and he seemed to invite her to defy him and face the horrible consequences which were to follow.
Thread: Diamond Amoungst the Lord's Army (Toxic & Methos)

The owner of the shop didn't voice his opinion again in front of this lord. He didn't think there would be any taming of this woman. Bowing out for a moment he returned with the appropriate gatekeeper and left him there to help if needed. He looked older than the rest of the guards, able to handle most but his expression clearly showed his uncertainty about the girl. Her fist that would of hit square on seemed to glide past as he moved like no man she ever met. Her eyes widened with surprise then quickly she covered the surprise. Suddenly she cried out and her free hand went to her shoulder then went to cradle her arm. No one has ever treated her like that, no one ever had gotten close enough to treat her like that. The pain was now almost unbearable and traces were seen in her features though she was trying to hide the pain. It wasn't working out as well. As he loomed over her she stared up into his eyes with such malice you could almost hear her thoughts of killing him. She said nor did nothing. One wrong move and she feared her arm would be unusable, and something in his own eyes said he would do as he promised. She turned her head away so their eyes no longer met. I understand quite clearly....... She said in a bare whispered voice. She couldn't bring herself to call him master. She would literally choke up on the words.
Thread: For Conquest and Glory

The Nation of Elves was under the single biggest threat in their existence. The Orcish numbers over the last fifty years had swelled unimaginably and had fewer skirmishes between their tribes, things were not that bad until two years ago when a single Orc had united the tribes under one banner of war and chosen the Elves as its target. The war started unceremoniously and both sides suffered heavy casualties. Things had been holding up well for the elves until their outer walls began to be overrun and supplies were intecepted. It was precisely for this reason that the Royal Family had been seperated and moved to secure locations. The Orcs had proven themselves capable of breaking through defenses and if that were to happen at the capital with its ruling body stuck within the elvish nation would perish overnight. The war was being lost but it would be a long time before it was over, the cities would take months or years to conquer in their estimations and if the Orcs left large numbers of elves alive capable of fighting it could take decades before their people were removed from the lands. Ashley was the youngest daughter of the royal family, they had ruled the lands for millenia, indeed her parents were several centuries old she was still counted as a teenager despite having her 82nd birthday last week. Standing at 5 foot 2 inches, she barely weighed 100 lbs. The Platnium Blonde princess was seated in a carriage with 9 guards. Two at the reins, another two at the rear of the carriage, and one either side. Three more sat inside the carriage opposing Ashley, catering to her whims until danger came at their doorstep. They were headed westward towards the coastline where a chartered ship was to bring the princess to a safe location. Elven reports had listed their area as clear of orcs all the way to the drop off zone, of course the royal guard still accompanied the princess as it was a priority mission. Ashley was bored and had been drifting in and out of an afternoon nap much of the last hour and a half of the trip.
Thread: For Conquest and Glory

You can continue to search for a picture if you want. As for me well since I'll be playing so many orcs I'll just use description. As the procession of elves approached there was a muffled squirt as blood dripped onto the grass from the throat of an elven scout. His limb body dropped to the ground as the orc who had slit his throat stepped over him to join his squad. They had found the group of scouts in the area and with a bit of torture had discovered their mission. After forcing them to send back the message that the area was clear they had kept them alive only up until now. As Ian stood behind his troops, current hidden in the dense forest he watched the procession approach his trap slowly but surely. However Ian was disappointed as he observed them. He could only see six guards much too small a force to be of someone important enough to end the war. While the scouts had told him a member of the royal family would travel this way they did not know who. Ian had hoped for the king or at least an immediate heir. That was why he had personally taken control of this mission. He knew that despite having taken control of the orc tribes there were still those that vied for power and would take advantage of his absence even during a mission. He could only hope now that the mission would be worth the risk. As the procession passed their set mark Ian made a gesture and immediately there was the sound of cracking trees as two giant logs were quickly pushed onto the road. They were long enough to completely block their routes, both forward and behind, and tall enough to make an elf climb. Then orcs spilled out from both sides. Ian had prepared a force fit to take a king. Twenty orcs spilled from each side of the forest along the roads and rushed at the carriage. The two at the side were slain quick, the ones at the rear crushed before they knew what happened and the ones at front had tried to rush the horses before being shot by arrows straight to the heart. Ian stepped forward out from the brush as they finished setting up a perimeter. Once at the carriage he took up an axe. With a swift swing the entire top of the carriage was taken off. Standing at six feet eight inches he could nearly see over the walls. One guard jumped at him and was cleanly cut in half. The other two stood in front of a woman. Anger simmered behind Ian's eyes at the obvious lack of a result in his mission. However he had to bring her back just in case. Turning around he waved his hand as his soldiers stormed the cabin. The two remaining guards were slain quick as the woman was tied up. Bring her to my carriage, Ian ordered as the logs were moved out of the way and a way was being cleared through the forest via clubs and his much larger, though less ornate carriage was brought through. Stepping inside he sat and waited until the woman was shoved through as well. He tapped the wall of the cabin and it was a moment before they started off, him staring at his prisoner as they moved. Identify yourself.
Thread: For Conquest and Glory

Ashley heard the sound of trees falling and the horses crying. She didn't know what was going on, the guards seemed more aware of what was going on, the three in carriage withdrawing their weapons as the other men were slaughtered where they stood. Screaming as an axe passed over head carving the roof off, she opened her eyes only to see one of the guards be cleaved in two. Shuddering involutarily at the brutality of it all, she put no fight up as she was almost catatonic with shock. Man-handled by the orcs, she was still processing the moments of the carriage well after she had been shoved into a new one with the brutal orc that he murdered three elves before her eyes. She did not hear the question as she cowered in the position she had fallen at when first shoved into the new carriage. She was a royal, she had no concept of such brutality, infact she had not even been told there was a war going on. Ashley was clearly in state to answer the question, not yet at least. As the the carriage started to roll so too did the cogs within her mind. She shrieked out Danny! The guard that he had cleaved in two. She had known him for more than 50 years, he had been one of the guards that escorted her everywhere and now he was gone. Slowly she started to process the rest of it and by the time she was done she didn't want to talk, that Monster in the carriage with her frightened the be-jesus out of her.
Thread: For Conquest and Glory

Ian could only raise an eyebrow as his captive screamed the name Danny. Clearly that was not her name. And clearly it was not what he had asked for. Leaning down his large hand grabbed a hold of her long, blond hair and he pulled her and held her up by her hair. The cabin was just large enough that he could hold her to the point where her toes barely touched the ground. Unless you elves have gotten even stranger and started not even differentiating sex that was clearly not your name. Now identify yourself. I know you are of royal blood, no use hiding that. However your worth and perhaps your life will depend on exactly how close to the throne you are. His grip tightened on her hair and he pulled her a bit further up so that she would have to stretch just to keep her toes on the ground, a precaution against kicks though he doubted they would have worked. Ian was one of the most imposing orcs. At six feet eight he could easily boast to be taller than any possible elf. Even among the most physically gifted orc clans he was considered special. His frame was equally imposing, his shoulders wide enough to place a grown man. He was practically made of muscle under his armor so her weight was nothing to him.
Thread: For Conquest and Glory

Ashley reached for his hand as it tightened around her hair and winced trying feeblely to pry his fingers off her hair. Her vain attempt at saving herself did not last long, instead crying out as it hurt to be lifted up by her hair and her toes barely could get any coverage on the ground, dangling by her hair by the huge orc. He towered over her with an impressive 18 inches. Ow Ow Ah... Ashley wincing as she spoke. Ashley had no means of defending herself now, thats what Danny and his men were there for. Even if she weren't being held by her hair the orc would not have felt her punch him if she were allowed to and would probably break a nail or a knuckle before becoming much more than a ticklish nuisance. She didn't think that more than her name would be required. Everyone in the nation knew of her, the orcs probably were not so knowledgeable in knowing the royal family and just where they were to power. Ashley was the youngest sibling of four, she had two older brothers and the eldest child was her sister Elana. Fourth in line to the throne for the time being, she was not the most sought after heir but was more than capable of being an enticing hostage piece if and when the Elves tried diplomatic options again.
Thread: For Conquest and Glory

Ian grew frustrated as he lifted her up further before dropping her promptly to the ground. While it was true that most orcs were uninformed of almost all things elvish and usually based it on false stories Ian was not the same. In fact in was his knowledge that allowed him to gain his power. The reason that orcs had fought amongst themselves for ages was that all their attempted leaders were idiots. Through talks with elf captives he had learned much and used it to his advantage during their battles, attacking on their holy days when they were preoccupied, striking at towns that supplied troops, even taking advantage of when the king was sick. He knew Ashley's position in the line of heirs. And it did not please him. The king was old, almost ready to die by elf standards. By custom the power could fall to Elana but she could and would probably pass it off to the first prince, the more able of the two princes. If he had captured Elana than confusion would slow the elven armies since without the actual ceremony were the crown would be passed they would not know who to lead as long as she was alive. If he had managed to capture the first prince they would be out of actual leaders. Instead he received the fourth heir. While she had royal blood he knew that the elves praised her only as being the most beautiful. Nothing but a pretty face, one of his captives had said. However his mission could not result in a failure lest his rivals use that to garner support against him. He would have to present her as a valuable hostage, her death would not have any value to him. Yet as he stared at her he did find another value. It was true that she was beautiful. He grunted as he could see her curves through her dress. It was no secret that orcs were aroused by elves. Perhaps more so than their own women. Ever since the war the sex trade of elvish women had skyrocketed. There were almost no woman killed when a village was pillaged. Almost all were sold for money or kept for sex. Even the humans, urging the orcs to stop and threatening to stop in was abated due to the large amount of elvish women that were being sold to them. Leaning forward he grabbed her by the chin and tilted her to look at him. With a grin his hand went to her dress. While I cannot kill you, and you may not be of great use to me in this war, there are other uses for you. With a flick of his hand he tore her dress apart and at the same time pulled her closer to him.