Thread: Prince of Slaves - The_Fifth Master & Rawr Kitten

Market day. Not simply the selling of cattle and chickens. It was Market day. The day after the full moon when those that sold and those that bought could purchase, exchange or steal anything and everything that might be of some value. This Nest of Nothingness, near a stream, touched on the borders of everything else important and forbidden. Although the edges of what was bordered changed from time to time from war and marriage, this place in the middle of it all was caught in time. Changeless. Even in war it's population swelled only three days every moon. What happened in those three days kept the place alive and operating throughout the rest of the month. Truth be told the Market existed for one purpose. Although there were many other reasons it continued to have such high attendance there was one purpose. A purpose that had been forgotten by all but those that lived here. A purpose unspoken but watched closely by the Administrator. It was written in the Book of Forbidden Knowledge. And when that Book had been lost in a fire set by the 4th Administrator. The one who had gone mad and burned the book, his out house, a collection of anatomically correct drawings of the female body and himself as he lit a pipe in the out house after eating beans for two days. When the outhouse lifted off and exploded shit and everything else spread for miles. The 4th Administrator's apprentice suddenly promoted to 5th Administrator went about the country side collecting the bits of manuscript and pieced that would be known as the Book of Truth from Bits of Forbidden Knowledge. However, the 9th Administrator who had a horrible stutter, shortened the name and it was thereafter known simply as the Book of Truth. In the Book of Truth a bit of manuscript exists. It is palm size and all that is left of the War. The Great War between the VuNish and The People. It is a contract of sorts. It has been binding thru 16 Administrators. It simple states that a Market Place of human flesh shall border the mountain range of the VuNish so that the Conquers may descend and take sacrifices during the night after each full moon. It goes on to describe how the sacrifices will be displayed but the rest is lost and the next page forbids the eating of beans more than once a week. OKay Gnash. Pull! Savant the slave dealer said as he stood on the bench of the cart. Gnash and Toman were both pulling on the chain that was connect to the shackle chain at the ankles of the Prince. Pinch watched as the Prince was lifted feet first towards the hoist, high on a bar between two stout trees. Lil higher! Keep goin! Pinch encouraged. Savant felt eyes on him and he looked around casually. There was the hustle of the market around him. There were several buildings. The Groping Monk Tavern of multiple delights advertising a special on a pitcher with the purchase of time with one of the slave girls. The Mill Wright with it's water wheel and carts full of grain to be sorted and bagged. The Smith with a pronounced blast of heat when the wind shifted as it did often and the tapping of hammer on white hot metal. There was one other building. It was simply called the Tower of Calling. It was taller by a full floor than the Tavern and slender in light House fashion as if it stood on a coast warning vessels about the rocky shore during storms. Savant didn't give it another thought as the cart lurched under his feet. HEY Watch there you two. No need to knock him about! The Tower of Calling had windows. Small windows for looking out not looking into. It was in one of those window that the 16th Administrator stood eyeing the Market's Human Flesh. His hands behind him, one palm in the other as he watched patiently. Age allowed that patience. Somehow the 16th Administrator had managed to rush past his youth to sneak up on it. Yes? the 16th Administrator said hearing his apprentice step quietly into the room. I've gotten word that Savant is here, Minster, said a voice breaking with the plague of male puberty. Ensure the sacrifice is displayed upside down. Give Savant the pouch and point him and his men to the Tavern. Then send word to the Smith. Fire well heated and the stable left unattended. The VuN..... The 16th Administrator without turning around raised one finger in warning. Yes. Now go! The 16th Administrator focused on a grove of trees and four men in a cart losing to a chained man hanging upside down by his ankles and hands manacled behind his back. Hold him still so's I can gag 'em! Pinch shouted. Ere mind 'es teeth! Nasty Toman warned. I'll turn 'em round an give 'em a good clip inna nuggets eh? Gnash the Diseased asked Savant. You gonna cooperate now yah stupid bitch? Savant asked the Prince.