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Thread: All the Richer [Kyre & Alvis Alendran]

ALdred moved through the city with practiced ease, having relived a scene nearly identical to this one a dozen times. A city being sacked was always a long drawn out affair, usually taking a few days of dedicated slaughter and looting. Longer if the city managed to form a cohesive resistance. That was why the elite shock troops of the Empire had advanced ahead of others, all of them wealthy beyond the reason of normal soldiers, and thusly having no need for the petty rewards of the loot, and these men would break the enemy resistance wherever tehy found it. It was their task to bring the ruler of the city to heel, and failing that, bring back his head, and badge of office. Each unit had a trophy room at the capital, proudly displaying the prrof of each of their victories. It was nearly every soldiers dream to count themselves amongst that hallowed number. Aldred saw the flesh peddlers, the slave keepers, and there was one in particular that he trusted to be square with him. He was a shorter man, pudgy with fine living, and with a smile that no one would find comforting. Master Aldred. He said in a voice that made Aldred's skin crawl. He took a few steps forward, coming closer to Aldred and Fia. You do bring me such...pretty things. He leaned closer to Fia as he spoke, inspecting her as though she were a horse for trade. Into your care I give her Skar'keetah. Aldred responded. And into my care she is accepted. Good hunting Master Aldred. Good hunting. Aldred passed her off to the other man, and turned, jogging to get back to his squad. Much more to be done this night. Skar'keetah looked Fia in the eye. His skin was pale, in a way that looked nearly unhealthy, though his eyes were a sickeningly pure blur, unnaturally bright. Oh, such treasures are foun in a place such as this. He mused, seemingly to himself. He tugged on her restraints, and led her to the caged in wagon. You will await the end of this within. Within you are protected girl. If you try to escape...it will not go well for you. He warned. There were five other women within the cage, and whent he door opened, they scuttled back away from the opening, as though more afraid of what lay without then within.
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Aldred. Had that been the first time she'd heard his name? It did nothing to warm him to her, honestly Fia wished she had not heard it - it was easier to believe him a monster than a man of flesh and blood like any other. She shied away from the pale skinned man as he loomed closer, a cold shudder spreading down her spine as his gaze moved over her body. Despite her shackles, the young woman tried to curl her arms about herself, uneasy by the way each of these men looked at her with calculating hunger. Fia didn't allow her mind to consider just what their intentions might be, or what might befall her once she was taken from her home. Her wrists were tugged upon, forcing her forward a step or two as the chain between her shackles was passed from one man to the other. Two unnaturally blue eyes bore down at her, a gaze which she hurriedly averted her gaze from, choosing instead to fix her eyes upon the caged wagon that sat not a few paces from where they now stood. Once enclosed within those bars escaped would be almost impossible, now was her chance to break free and run, find a hiding place and remain there until these invaders had gone. But where would she go? The streets were swarming with foreign men, swords slick with blood and eyes crazed with the heat of destruction. And then, if she wasn't found and forced to face the consequences of her disobedience? Where would she go, what would she do? The cage door swung open with a clang, those within staring out at her with frightened faces. Fia's gaze fell, watching as her feet inched up whatever steps might be present and stepped into the wagon, eyes squeezing shut as she awaited the clang of the door closing behind her.
Thread: All the Richer [Kyre & Alvis Alendran]

The gate did not slam, Skar'keetah simply closed it almost quietly, and checked to ensure it was locked once more. He walked tot eh sides, adn spoke to the women within the cage. Be at peace my pretties. Within those bars, you are safe from all the harm that exists in this city. None shall look to harm you in the least. That is my word. And it is never broken. He turned away, and padded away slowly, his robe showing that he wore nothing on his feet, and yet the bottom of his feet were as pale as the rest of him. He stepped towards one of the smaller wagons nearby, these ones covered. Serena, do be a deart and bring out something to sate the appetites of the new ones. From the wagon emerged a slender woman, looking to be in her mid-twenties perhaps. She carried a small tray with her, and stalked carefully to the caged wagon. She shifted the tray to a single ahnd, and began to place a kind of bun that steamed as though still warm within the cage. You shoudl all eat. You will need strength to endure all that comes. Once you are no longer in his care, Skar'keetah can do no more to preserve you. Her voice was quiet, but firm enough to carry well. She offered a faint smile to those within. One of the women shakily snatched up a bun, and bit into it, finding it had been stuffed with meat and cheese. She set upon it quickly, eating it quickly. Serena nodded, and began to place a few more within the wagon. All the while, the city burned. Aldred cut down a man who rushed at him, splitting his head open. He advanced on the house that had been defended, adn kicked the door in. Screams flowed to his ears, adn he pointed to a few doors, his squad sweeping in. They pulled three women out, two of them children. Shackles were clapped on them, and a small group of men started the escort process while the looting commenced. Not as rish as the blacksmith's home had been, but good enough. The siege was raging on in full glory, and Aldred knew he might never get enough of this part of the life.
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There was little else to do now but to sit and await her fate. Fia lowered herself into a corner of the cage, slender fingers drawing her nightgown over her legs as she drew her knees up to her chest. The faces of her fellow captives reflected the terror that she felt but she could not bring herself to look at them for any great length of time. Instead she turned her head away and stared back at the burning city, the stars obscured by plumes of black acrid smoke. Shouldn't she be crying? Shedding tears for her dead father, her burning home, the loss of her freedom? Weren't tears the appropriate response at a time like this? Yet all Fia could do was stare blankly at the horror and the carnage that lay before her, watching on as the flames spread ever onward. The words of the pale, fat man named Skar'keetah did little to reassure or calm her, nor was his offering of food particularly welcome. Indeed, the mere smell of it made Fia's stomach turn somersaults, not because it smelt particularly unappetising but because its aroma was mingled with that of burning and blood. So she left the buns for the others trapped with her, turning away to rest her forehead against the cold metal bars and sealing the world away behind closed eyelids.
Thread: All the Richer [Kyre & Alvis Alendran]

The sun had started to rise on the city, putting another kind of light to the streets besides the lurid glow of the burning streets. Aldred was flushed, and shaking with adrenaline that was keeping his fatigue at bay. A pocket of resistance had been found, a citizen militia forming to strike for the slave wagons and arm the citizens. His squad had found the okcet, adn ambushed them, alughtering them in a few moments of brutal bloodshed. But it was another accomplishment that would further elevate him in the eyes of the general. He was going to be taking home a kings ransom in loot. And what benefit him, also paid dividends to his squad. They knew that their fortunes were tied to his own. So long as he was rising up, they would be pulled along for the ride. They had found one last group of citizenry, and had rounded them up. Not many worth much in this lot. Another group had found them, raped half of the women within, which lowered their value enormously. But there were a few children amongst the people, adn those would bring a fine proce. Children could be trained in nearly any task at all. It was with a smile that they made their way back to the flesh peddlars to secure their status this day. Skar'keetah noted all that happened within his rapidly filling up wagons. The first caged wagon had filled up qiuckly, and he limited the number of peopel within it to reduce overcrowding. he'd lost peopel like that, and such reduced his reputation. And that was all a man had in this business. Each wagon would be filled no more than enough that each person could sit down with a certain amount of comfort. It was why he always had five wagons. As the sun began to rise, he knew that it was soon going to be time for the great tally of wealth. He had already been keeping track of what was brough tot him thus far, and knew that Aldred had made out extremely well. Skar'keetah had been planning on asking that the first girl that had been brought to him be given in payment for his services. And for the service in the next five sieges. She was a prize that one. Aldred smiled as the wagons were rolled out of the city walls, and set up in lines. The less able slave traders were now doing an inventory, taking stock of what they had. Skar'keetah, ever so thorough, was well ahead of them, and had a value report on the desk of the general. Sir Aldred, you have brought such...nice things to me. Skar'keetah said in his slow, vaguely musical tone. Aldred smiled. What is it you wish from me? More gold? Aldred asked, knowing that the slave master would not be speaking like this if he didn't want something. The first girl you brought. I would like her for my own. She would make a fine addition, and failing such, fetch a fine price. I would offer ou my services for some time in return for such. Generous Skar'keetah, but you have asked for the wrong one. I wish her for myself, adn will be my first choice of the rewards. The slave master bowed his head. Should you change your mind, do let me know. All of this conversation was taking place not five paces away from the cage, where the very young woman they discussed was sitting.
Thread: All the Richer [Kyre & Alvis Alendran]

Fia must have dozed off at one point, exhausted by grief and fear, for she woke with a start as the wagon jerked into movement, her heart hammering wildly in her chest. Huddling all the tighter in her corner of the cage, she took in the people around her before lifting her eyes as they passed beneath the shadow of the great city walls that had done nothing to save them. A cold feeling of dread settled upon the girl a she took in the activity around her there had to be dozens of wagons similar to her own, some so crammed full of men, women and children that even all standing they could barely fit. Soldiers, weary and bloody from battle and conquest, moved all around them, trudging out of the ransacked and burning city, faces smeared with soot and ash. A familiar set of voices caught Fia's attention, bringing her gaze sharply round to where Aldred and Skar'keetah stood in conversation. She could not be certain who they were discussing, for she could not be certain that she had been the first Aldred had brought to be caged, but nevertheless the tone and topic of the conversation left her blood running cold. Fetch a fine price?! Fia had not given much thought as to what might become of her, her mind too preoccupied with her grief and fear, but now her future stretched out in front of her, her future in the hands of men such as these and her terror was renewed once more. She was to be sold, sold like cattle at market, but to what end and purpose Fia dared not imagine. How dare they! She was not some piece of meet to be bartered over she had a life and a soul, neither of which belonged to anyone but herself! Anger rose up within her, burning away the grief and the fear as her fingers curled about the cold bars behind which she was held captive. They had taken everything from her her home, her father, her happiness and security! They murdered and chained who they willed without thought or care! What right did they have?! What god has bestowed upon them the authority to make such decisions over the lives of others! Brow furrowed deeply with her rage, she drew herself up onto her knees, glaring directly at the two who had sparked her fury. Murderers! Thieves! I am no man's property! Gods curse you! Curse you and all you hold dear!
Thread: All the Richer [Kyre & Alvis Alendran]

Aldred heard the shouting from the wagon, and saw the girl. Oh, now she showed some fire, some fury, and he admit that it looked good on her. Skar'keetah agreed aparently. Oh, do let me have her Sir. I offer my services as spoken, and an additional eight marks in gold. The slave master said faintly. He looked almost enraptured with her anger. Nay, I still lay my claim Skar'keetah. But I do ensure that should thing go poorly with her, I will gladly offer her back to you at a discounted price. Aldred drawled. Acceptable. Shall you address her fury? Aldred nodded, and stepped forward, getting a little closer to her. The Gods of our Empire show their strength in their people. Your own Gods care nothing for you, and have no power over us. Abandon your faith in them now girl. You belong to the Empire now. To me. And I will show you the folly of opposing us. He bowed as he finished his little speech, a mocking courtesy.
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She felt her anger waiver a little as the two men turned toward her, but set her jaw in determination, fingers still wound tightly around the bars of her cage. They would not make her tremble and quake in fear, she would not show them that weakness, even if her heart lurched wildly in her chest as Aldred approached with measured, purpose-filled strides. As he drew closer Fia pulled back a little from the bars in her grasp, cautious to maintain some small distance between them, ever wary of his motives. His response left her uneasy. There was little denying that the Gods of the Dienerian people had failed them ignored their cries and pleas for help, and had watched on, unmoved, as their city and their lives were destroyed. Fia's mother had always argued that everything happened for a reason, but in the midst of her grief and captivity, the young woman could not see how any of this could have a purpose. Perhaps their Gods had indeed abandoned them. She remained silent, eyes narrowed in rage as she glared out at him with all the hatred that her weary soul could muster. Despite how she trembled inside, Fia was determined not to give this man the satisfaction of seeing her fear or her grief - he had taken everything else from her, she would not let him have her despair.
Thread: All the Richer [Kyre & Alvis Alendran]

The wagons were pushed to the appointed field that everything was assembling. The storage wagon that held the collected loot that his squad had captured was being emptied, a Tally Master there to assess everything. It was an impressive haul, and Aldred collected the report from Skar'keetah. He waited for the tally to be done, and took that report as well. A short time later he was handing the reports to the aide of the Lord General that led the army. He made his way back to teh slave wagon. He wanted to be close by when the Lord General came to see him. Skar'keetah knew that Aldred would be back, and so had one of his servants make tea, and set out a small table to serve it on. There were three places to sit, the slave master obviously knowing his trade well, and knowing that the Lord General would be by to finish things up. He smiled over at the slave wagon, his gaze vaguely chilling. Perhaps you might think of performing poorly for the good Sir Aldred. Then you may be offered to me instead. He said calmly to Fia.
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Fia returned to her corner, setting her back against the unyielding bars and drawing her knees to her chest, adjusting her nightgown about her legs. The sun's steady path towards its zenith brought gradually more warmth to the air, something that the young woman was very grateful for considering how thin her garments were. Resting her chin upon her knees, she allowed her eyes to drift closed and her muscles relax, though she remained alert to the sounds that surrounded her. The drone of general conversation buzzed about her, a couple of her fellow captives sobbed quietly, soldiers laughed and took rest from the exertion of the assault. Dierner still burned Fia could smell the smoke and every so often a low rumble signalled the collapse of another building. She only raised her head again when the sound of movement close to the wagon caught her attention, straightening stiffly and squinting against the daylight. Several figures were busy arranging furniture, grinding them into the dirt to ensure that the table was not uneven or the chairs unsteady, before hurrying off once more. Upon sighting Skar'keetah once more she shifted her position to face back out into the world, ignoring the chink of her chain as she shuffled around in the cage, careful not to disturb the other occupants. She met the pale man's comment with a cold stare, uninterested in performing for anyone in any manner what so ever. Why should she care who held the key to her bonds, what difference would it make? Pushing back her fiery red hair from her face, Fia settled her hands in her lap and waited, an uneasy feeling settling in the put of her stomach.
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Aldred smiled as he saw Skar'keetah had set out the tea table. He settled into a chair with comfortable ease. The two men sipped tea in silence, until thy heard the tramping of marching feet approaching. The Lord General did not arrive alone. As a man of considerable value to the Empire, they had seen fit to furnish him with a unit of guards from the capital city. Each guard was selected carefully, and through either careful training or some gift of the Gods, each one of them was identical in height, standing six and half feet in height, and broad inthe shoulders. They wore dark armour, the metal covering every inch of flesh, their helms large and all emclosing. Even in hte lighting sky, no light seemed to penetrate the holes that they looked out from. The guards apread out in a circle, cordoning off the area, and allowing the Lord General to arrive. He was a man in his late forties it seemed. His frame was well built, and he had a sacr on his face that ran from below an eye, down his cheek, and back towards his ear. His hair was kept pulled back, and his walked with the hint of a limp. He smiled, seeing the two men awaiting him. Neither stood, and the Lord General simply sat in the open chair. Despite the lack of ceremony shown him, the man radiated power adn authority, wearing it like a cloak that he'd grown very comfortable with. He lifted a cup, and poured tea. He sipped it and sighed, nodding to Skar'keetah. Gentlemen. Shall we get this started? The Lord General asked, his voice even, but strong, as though the question was more of a formality. Of course sir. Aldread responded. The Lord General looked up at the cage, his eyes tracking across every person within, and it felt as though that glance has sized up and measured each form within in that breif a time. And you brought in all of them? Impressive Aldred. Forcing the gates, assisting in the sack...you're quite ambitious. I approve of that. Now then. Have you an idea of your reward? Yes Lord. One of the slaves within. I would take her as my own, rather than have her brought before the tallymen. The Lord General zeroed in on Fia in that instant, picking her out with no hesitation. The flame haired one I assume? He asked. Aldred nodded. Suppose I asked that you offer her to me as a gift of plunder? Such would flatter me. Enough to secure a promotion within the army I would think. Aldred paused, sorely tempted. But the army was being rotated back, adn there would be no chance to really make use of the new rank for some time. The girl however, would be useful now. You honour me lord. But I politely repeat my claim. Aldred said quietly. The Lord General nodded. So be it. I shall not ask you to give up that which you have fought hard for more than the once. Her value shall not be removed from your tallied take, but neither shall she count against what you select. Aldred smiled. It was going so well. Fia was his now.
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Slender fingers played along the short length of chain that linked her wrists as Fia watched and awaited. Aldred returned, casually taking a seat and sipping from his cup as if it were a perfectly sensible thing to take tea in the presence of so many caged and frightened souls. As silence settled over the two men she took the time to look over her fellow captives, now able to see them better in the sunlight. Two girls sat huddled together, arm in arm, a good few years Fia's junior. One of them had been crying, her freckled cheeks damp with tears, auburn curls falling about a gentle face. The other stared straight ahead, gaze distant and unfocused, barely moving but for the rise and fall of her chest. A mother sang and hushed her child, stroking the little girl's long blonde hair as she rocked and cradled her, hiding her own grief and fear behind sorrowful eyes. The rest of the occupants were girls around her age, most entirely oblivious to the activity going on around them. Heavy footsteps and the sound of rattling metal drew Fia's attention sharply from the interior of the cage, watching the chaperoned arrival of a man with a scar upon his face. She assumed he was important, his stance and stride hinting as such, as well as the number of well armoured soldiers accompanying him. Neither his presence nor his status was reassuring in the least, and so she continued to watch with caution, eyes narrowed as she struggled to deduce what was being discussed. Their accents and language were foreign to her, but the direction of the scarred man's gaze gave some indication as to the topic of the conversation. His gaze soon fell upon her, a calculating and critical stare that travelled up and down her figure as he talked. Fia refused to look away when his gaze finally settled upon her face, eyes narrowed in defiance and fingers tightening about the chain in her grasp. Something had been decided, Aldred smiled and Fia felt cold dread creeping up her spine despite the warmth of the morning sun.
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The Lord General finished his tea, and bade teh two men goodbye, taking his leave, and heading back to the command tent, his bodyguard following suit. Aldred relaxed a little. Being in the presence of those men never felt right to him. It was always damned eerie. Skar'keetah smiled at him. So you have won your prize Sir Aldred. Will you require my services further from here? The plump man asked softly. No. I think I can take it from here. THough if one of your staff could remove her from the wagon? Aldred said calmly. Skar'keetah nodded. He snapped his fingers, and waited. the slender woman who ahd brought food the night before had emerged, and nodded to Aldred, long acquainted with him. The fire haired one if you please my dear. She nodded to her master, adn moved to the wagon, unbolting the door, adn pulling it open. She levelled a finger at Fia. You. Please come here. I would rather not have to drag you through all of these people. And you are asked to exit the wagon. She said in a rather fluent, unaccented voice, speaking hte language of Fia's city.