Thread: A new Hope rises (Outsane X QB)

The Sclavendi woman scoffed at her words, pretending her earnest not to regard her in any one bit. She was a coward, yet she showed no attempt to change that. Money was all that mattered to her. Perhaps Joseph was one of the rare ones who stood for ideals but it became apparent the moment the enemy had the upper hand that she cared more about her hide than for the well being of the people in Saslavan. The tense athmosphere did show itself, but luckily the prince worked quickly to get that out of the way. So, shall we play? he asked, meeting her in the eye. He came to this looking like he had a plan, but all he knew was that she could simply take his 'wager' and kick him out. Without a blade at hand or the will to tell his retainer that he had lost a priceless heirloom in a simple game of dice did dissuade him from taking any other chances. Let's play. she said, much to the cheer of the mercenaries gathered there. There's going to be some fresh meat for all of you to play with tonight! No more village whores! joked one, toasting with a pal even as he chipped the pint and spilled some over their hands. A seat was brought for the Prince, yet nothing, as usual, was given to Micaiah. The Sclavendi woman leaned forward, taking tusk-bone six-sided dice to play with. I trust you know how to play? Now that the woman was more focused with the game she casually ignored the furious glare that the Priestess sent her, showing that she cared very little about the betrayal she had so coldly performed. Most certainly. Though I am not really here to play, I'm going to win everything back and clear you out! The Sclavendi woman smiled. That arrogant bastard was sure to take a lesson in humility. And so, her lot was decided by two people throwing dice. There were other tables gambling from Beggar's palm to Beignon Squares, but most were paying attention to the 'loot' that the Prince bought and in the game. Eheh...whash you're name girlie? asked one, long face marred with battle scars and a branded side. He was missing a good chunk of his right ear and of course his decently with his hand fondling around her breast, When our commander wins you over I'll make sure to enter into that little pucker of yours... he whispered, laughing. The Prince was almost too busy minding the game that he didn't even have a chance to defend her from a few 'stray' gropes. All in all, the man kept his cool, even as the woman took away every coin he was given. I win again. And, as if in unison, hands immediately grasped onto Micaiah, hands tugging at the sack cloth as the same man from before leaned in and began to lick her neck, spreading his foul-smelling breath onto her. Ehehe...we're all going to have fun with you, Commander's orders! he held her chin close as two men bound her arms with coarse rope, We are going to fill you from belly to mouth with our spunk! Hold it. the Prince said, just as the Sclavendi woman herself was about to turn around. I'll wager my right to rule. I shalll abdicate the throne of Cherus to you if you are victorious...however... he took what looked like the small crest of the royal Prince he was serious. ...If I win, not only do I get my slave and the sword back...YOU become my slave as well! Now that was a challenge sure to get into her nerves. But, unlike anyone else, the woman was no fool. No. I shall stick with my prize. Her mercenaries took this almost like a signal as her clothes were torn away, body fondled rather harshly even as men began to push her aside away from where they gambled, as if ready to initiate a depraved rape easily with two dozen mercenaries all waiting their turn. ...Hold it. I will wager myself. he said, standing up, hand to his chest. Now, he got her attention. He was such a bad gambler yet here he was, wagering himself?! Either this man had a plan or he was extremely brave.