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Thread: Favoured of the Crowd (Alvis & Last Breath)

The owner kept the utter shock from his face at the offer of such money. More than twice what he'd expected to be offered by anyone. But the Empress herself was interested! And one thing that he had in abundance was greed. The Northman was being carefully, and patintly herded back into the ready area, none of the guards wanting to risk getting within the sweep of his weapons, and for good reason. More than one guard had lost their life to this brute of a man. The owner turned back to the messenger. He is worth twice that. Easily. But for the Empress I will part with him for thirrty thousand. Do let her know. He turned away from the messenger, sighing in a bored manner. His mind was racing. He had a good offer now, and a chance to get out of here for good. Beofre teh messenger could depart, he turned back. On second thought, I'll speak to her myself. Take me to your mistress. Despite his age, he walked with the confident gait of a man half his age, and followed to the nobles box. When he saw teh Empress he bowed as low as he could. Do forgive me for not kneeling Empress. I fear that I would not be able to rise once more were I to do so. He said calmly before standing dtraight, and looking at her. Your offer is...generous. But his value is more. Much more. But for you, I ask only thirty instead of your offer of twenty five. From my dead hands. Northman growled to the man who had demanded he surrender his weapon. Northman, must we do this each and every time? A dozen men aim bows at you from teh balcony. They will kill you in seconds. Just give me the weapons, and you'll be permitted to go on you way. The guardsman said with a sigh. THe Northmnan heard the creak of bows going tight, and knew that this time, like all the others, the man did not bluff. He sighed, adn dropped the two weapons tot eh floor, both landing with a heavy clank. He walked past the guardsman, and head towards the small enclosure that he called home while he was within the city. He despised this place. Bloodshed was nothing that appalled him, but the idea of so much death and blood for naught more then entertainment galled him. Shaking his head, he heard the barred gate to his area close behind him. The was nothing really within, just a pile of furs to sleep on, the chackles that he would wear when someone visted his cell. He sqank onto teh furs, adn leaned against the wall. He could not do this forever. Sooner or later, he would make a proper escape attempt, or his captors would grow lax. His day was certainly coming.
Thread: Favoured of the Crowd (Alvis & Last Breath)

The guard had no idea what his Mistress would think of the counter offer, but he was sure she would take it. She had already offered may too much, just to own the barbarian. Something the guardsmen wasn't looking forward to dealing with. I will return shortly with an answer good sir. Turing on his heel, he began walking back to the box that the Empress waited in. Only to be stopped by the slave over. Now it was his turn to give bored sigh. Of course the old man would want to speak with the Empress direct. As you wish, please follow me, he walked at a much slower pace then he was use to for the man. Leading him up the steps to his Mistress. The slave owner wishes to speak with you about the matter Mistress. Fixing her blue eyes on the rough looking man, she glanced at her soldiers to let him pass. Think nothing of it, I would not want you hurting yourself on my account. Please be seated, rest your bones, she indicated a seat near her own. Severina narrowed her eyes slightly at his counter offer. She was not so stupid to believe that any human being was worth more then twenty-five thousand. In fact he would have been lucky to see seven from any other offer. Her desire for the warrior however was strong, fine thirty it is. She hid her delight at the mans expression when she easily agreed to the offer. I would wish to speak with him myself first, before any of my money exchanges hands. Without even waiting for the man to agree, she let one of the guard help her to her feet. She grabbed the lace fan from the arm rest. Please escort me to the waiting area, she commanded softly. With the hour guardsmen on either side of her,they made their way down to the darkened rooms. She was appalled at the filth, she had never thought to visit the area until now. This was something should have remedied immediately. The shear fabric of her skirts dragged across the floor. In moments she stood proud in front of The Northman's cell. Her heart had begun racing, she resisted the urge to approach the bars. Has your Master told you he was selling you, Warrior?
Thread: Favoured of the Crowd (Alvis & Last Breath)

He was inwardly thrilled that she had agreed to the sum so readily. He was into more money than he'd dared hope! And then she wanted to speak to him. His heart fell. This was not going to end well, he had every confience of that. It never did when someone expected the Northman to have any kind of decorum, or even civilized sanity. But she was already on her way. As you wish. He answered. He listed off an alternating curse and prayer to every God and Goddess that he knew of as they moved. He wanted this to go well, to just let the deal conclude in his favour. The Northman looked at his cell door carefully, seeing his 'owner', and a number of others coming. He stood from his furs, and rolled his shoulders. There was a woman with them. He knew that she wasn't here for him, not since the first and last time that they had thought to placate him with female company. The poor woman had barely known her own name after he'd been finished with her, and she'd been fucked insensate. He'd heard from a few of the other fighters that she'd never really recovered from what he'd done to her. But then, they had left her in the cell with him for more than a day. He'd had plenty of time to get creative with her. He appraoched the door, and leaned on the bars, judging the distance as the woman spoke. This was not the typical woman that he'd seen. Much more richly attired, and she spoke with an air of someone used to her orders being followed. And that in and of itself rankled him. He sneered at her words. I have no 'master'. Only a man who can barely be called such who claims to own me. But you cannot own that which you fear . He sneered, and spat on the floor before them. Insolent cur! A guard shouted, stepping forward to defend the honour of the Empress, which he saw as grievously slighted by this action. Nearly faster than the eye could track, the Northman shot a hand out, and grasped the collar of the guard, pulling him hard into the bars hard enough that his helm rang like a bell, and he fell to the floor, blood running from his forehead, adn his pupils wide. Northman simply shrugged his shoulders and looked back to woman. I know nothing of what that...man...plans. What is it to you? He asked her in return, showing her no defference.
Thread: Favoured of the Crowd (Alvis & Last Breath)

She wasn't expecting the warrior to greet her with open arms, in fact she was sure this would not be an easy conversation. She had gotten frightened looks as she walked down the corridor. They were not looks of fear of her, but rather for her. She paid them no mind, let them think what they want. As he spoke, a smile spread across her full lips, his actions only made her want him more. As his spat at the floor, it landed a mere inch from her silk slippers. Her head snapped towards the guard who shouted, she was about to stop him. It was stupid of him to get that close to the bars. No, wait, too late, the warrior had him by the collar. The Empress flinched at the sound of the man hitting the cell bars. Please retrieve him and take him somewhere else. He tone sounded as if she was unmoved by the warriors actions. Affixing her eyes back on him, I merely ask, because as it would seem I am in need of a new guard. Even more so now, she pointed towards the man being carried away. I am offering quite a bit of coin for you, but if you would rather live you life behind bars please say so now. I am sure there are plenty of others dying to have you as their own fighter.
Thread: Favoured of the Crowd (Alvis & Last Breath)

Northman smiled, but it was not a pleasant smile. It was more of one that would seem fitting on a predator sighting a particularly delectable piece of prey. A guard. You would take me from the pit, and into your home? Do you think me tamed? That I would be...grateful for being brought from this place? He asked her with a touch of acid in his voice. My people are warriors born. Know that should you bring me into your home, some day I will give you cause to regret it. He promised her. But by all means! Throw open the door! Release me from this place. Pay your gold and see what it is that the gold shall purchase you. His owner put his face in his hands. This...was exactly what he had been afraid of. The man was simply beyond logic, beyond reason. He would fight and kill, and keep killing until someone finally killed him. It was all the brute knew. He could feel the sale slipping through his fingers. The Empress would have to want this man with a will born of something more than simple coin.
Thread: Favoured of the Crowd (Alvis & Last Breath)

Rolling her eyes, she sighed as he spoke. I am trying to offer you freedom, with a rather good wage on top of it. The wages her own soldiers earn was more then what they needed to support a family, it was how she kept so many loyal to her. Do I think you are tame, no, any fool can see that. But I would hope that even a barbarian could see the benefit of what I offer. She took his words to heart yes, but maybe not as much as she should have. She still wanted him, and she was still determined to have him. Turning from him, began talking with the older man. I will have my adviser ready the funds, in the mean time please join me at my home. So that we way write up a contract transferring owner ship. Turning slightly to the head of the arena guards. Please remove him from those bars, and after I leave I expect this place to be cleaned up. These are people, not animals, she glanced back at The Northman, then smiled. Well at least not anymore. The man stared at her with wide eyes, then turned his attention to the man in question. grabbing the nearest slave boy, not much older then eight. He handed him the keys, ay, go let 'im out, ent be 'asty 'bout it. The boy took the keys, and frowned towards the warrior. Stories of him eating children for every meal had begun to travel with in the group of children that worked the arena. His hesitation rewared him with a swift kick in the ass, I said make 'aste, or there will be no supper for you t'nite. The boy scurried forward, stopping a couple feet from the cell. With shaky hands, he took another step, not taking his eyes of the man before him. Stretching he insterted the key into the lock, then quickly turned it. Dropping the keys as he ran in the opposite direction.
Thread: Favoured of the Crowd (Alvis & Last Breath)

Bought and sold, like nothing more than property. Northman watched the boy advance shakily, and rewarded the boy with a nasty grin, one that only promised pain and misery. The boy managed to master himself enough to do the task, despite being within reach of the huge barbarian for mroe than long enough to die more than once. Srill the boy had the courage to know the dangers, adn get teh task done. And courage was something her respected, even in the very young. The woman had made a fair point to him. His 'freedom' would be a paltry thing, a simple transference of his enslavement from one to another. But it was a start. And if he was to guard, he'd be armed much of the time. His body felt light without the comforting weight of a weapon and armour. The chance to feel that weight once more would be more than enough for him to stay calm for a time. Guardsmen from the pit stepped in, bringing shackles for the Northman, who sighed in irritation, but accepted the chains. He could fight and kill, but in the end, he'd still not see his freedom from that task. He tested the chains, adn kept the smile from his face. They were not the noral typing, adn he felt some give in them. He might be able to break these with the right chance. I am honoured by the offer to spend time with you Empress, and will certainly join you. Your staff might benefit from my experience in dealing with the Northman. The older man said with a bow. All was in readiness. It was in the hands of the Empress now.
Thread: Favoured of the Crowd (Alvis & Last Breath)

Seeing the boy run off and out of the area she shook her head. Then turned in time to see the shackles being closed around the mans wrists. I'm sorry, I didn't realize you had not heard me offer the man a job. I am not buying slave, remove those. She was actually angry, she thought she made herself clear when she used the word freedom. If I was buying a slave I would not have spent nearly as much, wouldn't you think? If she had been some war lord, she would have them all killed for their insubordination. The chains looked weak anyhow, she didn't see how they would have served their intended purpose. The guards reluctantly removed the shackles, immediately stepping back from him. They were all sure the Empress had gone mad. Her now three guards formed their line around her as they readied to leave. Eye balling the warrior as they did. Up until this day, Severina had never had the hopes of walking about with out a handful of guards. Maybe that would change now, with the Northman. It took almost an hour to reach the palace. Not because it was that far, no it was because she was constantly stopped. Her adviser had suggested she travel by carriage to avoid this. She liked talking with her people though, hearing of any issues that needed to be addressed. It also didn't help that people stared at the large man walking with her. Now they were entering a large gathering room, a large chair sat in the center at one end of it. With a smaller one beside it. Taking her seat she asked for another to be brought for the older man. I have sent word to my adviser, please be seated while we wait for him. Looking over her new soldier, she wondered if they could even make armor in his size. Would you permit someone to take your measurements without tearing them apart? She asked with a smile, I can not have a set made for you other wise of course.
Thread: Favoured of the Crowd (Alvis & Last Breath)

That was a turn that he hadn't enticipated. Releasing him from his shcakles was an act of almost unmitigated insanity as far as anyone was concerned. The Northman was incredibly dangerous, and nothing could really be done to stop him if he decided to cause an issue. But right now, he admitted to himself he was more curious than anything. What did this woman intend for him? Only time would tell. An dhe'd have to humour her for a little while to find out. So be it. He strode in the midst of this gaggle of guards as they walked through the streets. So many of these people seemed to love this Empress. He wondered at how much ourage he'd provoke if he snapped her frail neck with his hands infront of everyone here. Probably a lot. They managed to pick up their pace a little when he raised his hands to stretch, showing that he was unshackled, and thusly dangerous. Fewer peopel dared get closer to him then. The older man sank into the chair gratefully. He might be spry for his age, but he was still getting too old for long walks. He nodded at teh Empress' words. The sooner he was paid, the sooner he would be on his way home. The Northman looked at the Empress as she addressed him. Armour. He'd seen the armour that the people of this land had worn, and his skin crawled at the thought of wearing the pattern of armour that protected these soft southerners. He turned his gaze tot eh older man. Where is my armour? And the weapons you took from me when you stole me from my homeland? He asked acidly. The older man paused, thinking. Actually, they would be in the city, at my estate. If the Empress does wish it, I can have these items brought to her. She has been most generous, I see no reason to not add his native atire to the deal for no charge. The mnan said smoothly. The Northman did feel his heart speed up a litt.e His axe. His shield. His armour. All of his knives and other tools. Stranded in this land perhaps, but he could be a proper warrior again. Assuming the Empress permitted the return of these things.
Thread: Favoured of the Crowd (Alvis & Last Breath)

Severina was not impressed with him scaring the people away, but she would address the situation later. It did make getting back to the palace much faster though, and she was eager to get to the making of the contract. She waited for an answer from the warrior, but instead he addressed the old man first. A little peeved at this, she waited patiently for their conversation to end. I would much rather you wear the armor of my soldiers, but I can concede to you wearing your own. Shifting slightly in her seat, I don't know how things work in your native land Northman, but here... in Rome, when a noble speaks with you. She is to be addressed first, no one else. I am not a harsh woman, but I do not like being ignored. At that point the adviser entered the room. He was a thin old man, dressed in blue and silver robes. Every time she saw the man she wondered what they were thinking. He barely looked as if he could make the long walks through the palace. Egnatius, thank you for being so prompt, she held her hand out for the scroll he carried under his arm. The old man looked at the Northman, and not even a glimmer of fear could be seen in his eye. Empress, I was under the impression this should be addressed rather quickly. Shortly after his own entrance, two of the black clad soldiers entered, carrying with them a chest. The gold with in jingled as they set it on the ground. Going through the contract quickly, she was pleased. Everything was exactly how it should be. It transfer the old mans ownership of the warrior, to one of employment under the Empress. It stated he was free to leave employment, clear and free of debt after one years time. If he were to leave sooner, then the debt would have to be paid in coin. Please come read this over, and sign the bottom. You as well warrior, you agreement is needed just as much. As she leaned forward again to hold the scroll out to he older male, her breasts slipped a little out of her dress. She was not completely stupid, above them soldiers with bow stepped from little alcoves over looking the room. Strings puled back taught, ready to fire in case the warrior decided to get violent once he gained his freedom.
Thread: Favoured of the Crowd (Alvis & Last Breath)

Northman sneered. Nobility is earned in blood and steel on the battlefield, not in preening palaces. He said with a hint of fire in his tone. He watched the old man put his face in his hands again. Always wary of the Empress deciding that teh deal was not to her satisfaction any longer, and sending them both out. And he had not thought to bring his own guards. The old man knew if this fell through, he would likely die the moment they left he palace. A guard stepped towards teh Northman as he finished speaking to the Empress. You dare to- He stopped as the Northman went tense, and clenched a fist. He knew then that if he stepped any closer, one of them was liable to die. If he lost, the Northman would have another kill to his name, even if the upper guards filled him with arrows. Or he could win, and then explain the the Empress why he had cost her such an expensive person. The guard wisely stepped back. He turned back to see the Empress leaning forward with the scroll. He fixed his eyes for a moment as he discovered that the strange fashions employed in this land were not...overly practical at times. There was the briefest temptaion to simply lunge forward, and steal away from teh room with her as a hostage. He had little doubt there would be places that he could barricade them in, and have untold amounts of enjoyment with this woman. But he also knew that the odds of succeeding were very low. The old man cleared his throat. I fear Empress that asking him to read over it will accomplish little. He does not read Roman script. He said delicately. Northman smiled, as though proud of this. Nothing you people have put to paper has ever been important enough for me to bother to learn such. He said with a tilt of his head.
Thread: Favoured of the Crowd (Alvis & Last Breath)

The Empress blinked at him, stunned a little at his words. She was tempted to say more, but thought better of it. This was all extremely new to the warrior. He would surely learn in time how things worked here in Rome. Once again though one of her guard thought to get on the defensive. Luckily this time he curbed himself before another one of her men died today. She realized then she had been holding her breath, only because she released it with a sigh. He would definitely be a very important member of her constant guard. She was a little surprised that he didn't read Roman script, he had been traveling through it long enough the learn. Another sigh, perhaps we can remedy this, it would be helpful for you to read it. You might come across a death threat. I have had a few from neighboring Kingdoms in the past. He was proving to be more difficult to deal with then she expected. For a brief moment she thought perhaps she had been to hasty in her decision. Pushing the thought away, she had already made the deal and brought him to her home. Very well, it states that owner ship from this man transfers to an employment contract. After one years time, your debt will be paid in full, after which time you are free and clear of any obligations. If you choose to leave before the year is up, then you are obligated to pay the debt in coin. Her eyes scanned up towards her waiting archers, glad that they had gone through rigorous training. Each one was skilled in rapid shot. Will you agree to this, she asked with a sweet smile. Her blue eyes once again fixed on her new warrior.
Thread: Favoured of the Crowd (Alvis & Last Breath)

The old man sighed, his name being inscribed on the scroll, and he hoped that teh Northman didn't do anything completely stupid, like destroy the document. Instead, the Northman looked at the document, saw what he assumed was teh line that he needed to sign on, and then slid his thumb along to teh point he'd been wounded at earlier, and pressed. The not quite closed wound oozed a little blood, and he flicked his thumb tot eh line, delivering a small spatter. And thus is how my people sign things. He said calmly, inclining his head as though to dare any to question him. A year. One full year. It was an oath, but he also knew that teh following of oaths had landed him here, when not everyone held honour in the same degree that his people did. So an oath sworn to oath-breakers was not one that the Gods would hold him to account for. Once his thigns were returned to him, he would likely spend some time within thee walls, learning the best ways in and out, preparing for his departure. And what was more, he made a silent oath to the Gods. If he was taken again, he'd not be brought back here. He'd meet his ancestors with a smile. But until then, perhaps keeping watch over this woman might prove a diverting way to pass the time. She seemed trusting of him, and he planned to make the most of that.