EliteCommander

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Orub gave a slight, dismissive wave. "Yeah, yeah, I've got the ships. I hear Colors here managed to get his ships confiscated. He's good at that. Losin' ships. Bit of a patter with him, it is."

While he had been noticeably nervous outside, Colors actually appeared comfortable at the moment. He leaned back in his chair, relaxed, and met Orub's jab at his abilities with a laugh. "Ah, well, it's a particular talent. Really, it takes a talented smuggler to make whole ships disappear."

"Yeah." Orub began with an amused grunt, turning to Gallus before he continued. "You know what we used to say about Colors here? He's the absolute best, most skilled Argonian smuggler with full colorblindness in all of Senchal. And that's completely true. Ain't no one whose exactly like him."

After another hardy laugh, Orub leaned back in his chair and shifted quite suddenly to a more serious expression. "Anyway, about these cattle. Now, I hear you've got Senche with them. Just ignoring how mad you have to be to try to keep one of those under control, just transporting those things is gonna be a problem. We have cages we can put on the top decks, but there aren't any chains that we have that can hold them back for long. I don't want any of my crew losin' an arm 'cause they wandered too close to the big cats' cages."

Meesei spoke up clearly and politely. "I have checked, double-checked, and triple-checked all of the enchantments on their collars. It pacifies their mind, and if need be, I can drain their energy as well. So far, there has not been a trace of resistance from our larger stock. Our buyer believes he has a way to keep them under control, but we will be paid regardless of his success or failure."

"Right, well you'd better be confident in that magic stuff. Any one of my crew gets hurt, and I will get my...compensation." Orub warned. "Now, before we talk price, there's a few rules you've got to know. Your people will be guests on my ships; they'll be treated like guests, and will act like guests. All your cargo will be searched, and any weapon's you've got bigger than a dinner knife will be locked up as long as we're at sea. Understood?"

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Ma'tanza lifted up the shackles in her hands and stared down at them worriedly. "Ma'tanza...knows she shouldn't be afraid. These bindings aren't nearly enough to hold any of us. If something goes wrong, we can get out of them at any point, but..."

Pausing a moment, Ma'tanza looked down nervously towards her feet. "It's just...being bound, chained up as slaves. It's something this one was told about as a cub. Back when the Dunmer used to come to our lands and steal people away from their families, never to be seen again. It's terrifying. We're supposed to be vigilant to never let it happen again. Weren't you told about slavery as a cub?"

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Meesei nodded confidently. Unlike the others, her clothes were distinctively mage robes, which she had gone through the effort to make look dirty and worn. "Yes, I am the mage who placed the pacifying enchantments on the Senches' bindings, and..." She began before letting out an annoyed sigh. "...Colors' current mate. Truly that just had to be what you told the last representative we met?" She said, holding back a glare.

Colors clasped his hands together and looked to Meesei apologetically. "I'm...sorry. It was just the first thing that came to my mind."

"Well, in all fairness, I do not doubt that is a true statement. Now, I suppose we should begin." Meesei continued. She was about to start leading the way out of habit, but stopped short to allow Colors to lead the way.

Inside, a lookout in the main room of the inn spotted Colors as soon as he stepped through the door and quietly ushered him and the rest of the group upstairs, and to the farthest room from anything else at the end of the hall. Stepping into the room, they saw that there were three others besides the lookout escorting them: a Bosmer and a Suthay-raht who both appeared to be guards, and an Orc man whose outfit and demeanor painted him firmly as a sailor. They had moved around the furniture in the room so that there was as much room as possible, with a table in its center. Although, there were only two chairs.

Standing up, the large Orc walked around the table and stood silent for a moment, directly in front of Colors, looking down on the notably shorter Argonian. Given Colors' propensity for upsetting people, Meesei was worried for a moment, until the Orc wrapped his arms around Colors, giving him a quick hug and a hardy laugh. "Ah, Sees-No-Colors. Good to see your scaly hide 'n one piece. Thought you died. My crew even went out 'n got drunk in your honor the night we heard."

Colors gave the Orc a few pats on the shoulder and chuckled. "Orub, your crew got drunk every night."

"Ha! Right you are, right you are. Take a seat. I'd offer one to the others, but there ain't any." Orub said as he returned to his chair and motioned for Colors to sit as well.

"Now, introductions. I'm Orub. Who are all you people?" He asked, simply and directly.

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Ma'tanza was laying out one of the shackles when Tzirret suddenly mentioned something about spiders on the ship. She looked up at him, eyes wide, and spoke nervously. "S-spiders? That...really doesn't help Ma'tanza's nerves." She commented as she took in a few deep breaths. "But yes, thank you. This one doe snot want to be alone during this. She wants all of her friends to be with her. We can all...shackle ourselves to each other. She wishes her sister could be with us, but she's going to be one of the slavers. And she probably couldn't fit below decks anyway."

After placing down another of the shackles, Ma'tanza stood up straight, closed her eyes, and took in a deep breath. "Ma'tanza does not like any of this. She knows we can break out at any time, but still. But still, being bound up like a slave has been part of some of this one's worst nightmares, other than the bug ones."

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Goodnight.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

It's just a big gauntlet, I think.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Oh, yeah, I meant Senche-raht. One moment.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Wait my I ask why it is bigger then the other.

@Demonic Angel

You know, I now have no doubt you're Fallen's sister.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Deciding that she should at least starting to attempt to get to sleep once more, Meesei laid herself down on her bed again. She was laying on her back, staring up at the ceiling with her arms crossed across her chest. "There is no way to say for certain, of course, but I believe we will be remembered. Our actions may not be written into the history books of the Empire or Dominion, but among our kind, it will be hard to forget. This war has been unprecedented, and when it comes time for our souls to enter the Hunting Grounds, we will see how our actions have been judged by the eternal souls of all of the lycans in his domain."

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La'khay grinned, wrapping her arms around him to touch him more intimately. "Well then, if this will be the last, then this one will make it memorable." She said before taking a few steps back, then shifting herself into her werelion form.

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The next morning, the clan, for the first time in months, moved from its outpost to head east towards the city of Senchal. It was a frightening, or at least worrying experience for many in the clan. They had become so accustomed to hiding that any movement outside the territory they had selected for themselves seemed dangerous. But, they moved with as much caution as was possible for a group of their size. They had scouts forming a perimeter around the bulk of the clan to serve as an early warning for any dangers they might encounter.

As expected, the trek to Senchal lasted several weeks by foot, but it was nothing that they could not accomplish with the supplies they had on hand. They had, after all, been building up as much of a surplus as they could since they had settled in the outpost. The real boon of the journey was that they encountered no serious dangers for its duration. There were a few instances of scouts encountering potentially dangerous wild animals, but none ended with injury. There were also no signs of Vile's scouts in along the path they took, so at least so far, it seemed as if they had not been detected.

Eventually, the clan came within range of the city, though they stopped and made camp near the coast at a location that was a few hours walk from Senchal's walls. While it would have been more convenient to leave from Senchal itself, even the corruption in that city was not enough to allow the passage of such a large volume of slaves without being noticed. As soon as they could, the clan began the process of arranging their departure. Meesei and several others joined Colors in the city to arrange a meeting with Colors' contacts, while others began the work of selling most of what the clan had brought for more food and water, and a few supplies As they hoped, they were able to find a ship to which they could sell their lumber for a fair price. Any scrap metal they had on hand was sold to blacksmiths, and since they could not bring it with them, most of their normal clothing, sleeping bags, and tents were broken down for leather and sold as well. Unimportant trinkets with any value or significant weight were also sold wherever a buyer could be found. As for what they purchased other than water, they made sure that all of those playing the part of the slavers had the appropriate attire. Since Colors' contacts were slavers based on coin instead of race, the clan also had a few select Khajiit among the slavers, including the clan's sole Senche-raht, S'nishi. As much as Ahnasha wish to avoid acting as a slave, she reluctantly decided to join the majority of the clan's Khajiit in submitting herself to the temporary bondage so that she could watch after both Rhazii and Newt.

At present, the clan was all gathered together, about to ready themselves to assume the roles of slavers and slaves. The slaver group was properly dressed and armed, while the slaves had naught but their fur. Their food, the weapons and armor that they were not currently using, and other supplies were packed away in crates. All of the shackles and iron collars were laid out on the ground in a clearing, though it would be another hour or two before the clan would need to bind themselves together.

In Senchal itself, Colors, Meesei, Fendros, and Gallus were at the docks, about to head to the meeting to finalize the deal. Colors had already met with representatives of this captain, and both parties were already aware of the terms of the deal, but after this meeting, they would be getting on the ships and heading to pick up the clan. They were to meet in a private room in one of the dock's inns, though they were presently standing just across the road.

"Alright, so...we should probably all make sure we're clear on the story." Colors commented nervously as he stared down the building before him.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Yeah. I'm about done, so you'll probably at least get to read it first.

Star Wars: Coruscant Underworld [Always accepting!]

I think we are two people of a similar mind.

Star Wars: Coruscant Underworld [Always accepting!]

I have the intention to join this RP. I've been speaking with Heat about it for a few days. I just need him to be online.

On a side note, it surprises me to see another person make a Tiss'shar character. Most people do not know what a Tiss'shar even is until I tell them.