Thread: Enslaved By Chance //Tris+AD\\

It was a bitter cold night all over the region of Rienheart. The new moon was high in the sky signifying the start of a new season. Filled with magic wielders of all types the cold wasn't even a bother. It simply signified the passing of time... The inescapable fate that was death. The Kingdom of Valcour sat at the northern regions of Rienheart and just east of it resided the kingdom of Rhelia. Between the two respective powers was a political feud. Said political feud was about to cost many soldiers and innocent townsfolk their lives. In a desperate attempt to stop the war before it began, the kingdom of Rhelia sent forth their prince to talk peace. So, the prince of Rhelia never showed eh? No. I couldn't care less... I love war. It's the only time that being a royal knight actually counts for something. I hear that you are soon to take the place of General Calcipher. Yea... The king feels that I am a better fit for the position. Is that so? Or does his decision to change generals lie in the fact that you are of close descent of Hordark The Abyss? Are you here to interview me....or sell me slaves? The slave owner smiled in response a small chuckle slipping passed his parted lips. He simply waved the knight a passive hand before looking over his shoulder at his acquaintances. Waving his hand once again the men drifted off to bring the captured men into the knights living quarters. One by one, the slavers merchandise trickled carefully into the warmth of the mans home. Dressed in simple knee-length tunics the slaves stood before the knight blinded by a sack over their heads. Upon their wrists and ankles were chains linked to another slave to keep their movements very limited. Ten? Slave master are you in a generous mood tonight? Now, whos here for the interview? The knight laughed as he moved from his seat upon the plush cushions of his couch. Cling. Clang. Cling. Clang. The sound of his armored boots echoed off the stone walls of his large, with each step he took the weakest of the slaves shuddered in fear. The knight mumbled something to himself with a shrug of his shoulders. I run through slaves like a coward passed enemies on the battlefield. I think tonight Ill try to pick just one the slaver couldnt help a loud cry of laughter from escaping him at the others analogy. You are my most amusing of customers with that said the man released one particular slave from his shackles. Pulling the sack from his head he grinned. They are all picked for to your liking. But, this one in particular is the freshest out of the bunch. The newest edition to my assortment of boys. Torak is certainly impressed. TorakRowe spoke softly as he gazed upon the long haired male before him. I bet. Hes of a different caliber than any of the others. A definite keeper if you are looking for permanency. He indeed was something special to behold. Without another word he slapped a small sack of gold coins into the slave masters hands before sending him on his way to be alone with his new toy. TorakRowe stood at an intimidating 70. He towered over most beings that werent of demonic descent. He wasnt wearing much but the bottom half of his armor which he hadnt taken off yet because he was too lazy to. He was too busy anticipating the arrival of the slave owner to give two shits. His skin was dark and smooth free of blemishes and scars. If it wasnt for the armor he had upon his body and the various weapons that adorned his was like that of a museum one wouldnt be able to tell he was a knight at all. Looking down at the other he simply smirked. TorakRowe is my name. You may address me as Master TorakRowe. He said before taking in a small breath of air. What is your name slave?