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Slave Warrior Chapter 57

December 18, 2018 / posted in Chapter Book, Stories / No Comments

Back to Chapter 56.

 

Just a few steps from the door to the Chamber of Death, Silar held out his hand to Laun.  She stopped and took it.  He drew her to him, gently, and wrapped his arms around her, bringing her to his lips.  Before he kissed her, he said, “My Lady.”

She could feel, even with the restraint in his touch, and on his manhood, what she had done to him in the interrogation had inflamed him.  She was pleased.  Knowing that she had left her mark on that shoulder, and that he had not gone to get it looked at, she took a chance that it was still tender.  And it was.

And she was finding out how he responded to pain.  She was enjoying the thought of finding out how far she could push him.

Her breath was hot on his mouth as she breathed his name to him, “Silar.”  They parted, Silar bowing over her hand as she started to move off again.

The timing was good.  Not every one had gathered for the evening meal yet.  Space was still available at many of the tables.  Laun did not want to be at the head table.  She left that for Dreng and his favorites.  Laun greeted people along the way to a table that had few people at it and sat, surrounded by the men who had accompanied her into the interrogation.

Geralk was still bright red from the collar up.  He was embarrassed about what he had seen in some ways, but also feeling a rush he had not known for quite some time.  He had thought of Laun as an apprentice in his guild since he had found her on the road, her quick mind learning by observing far more than his attempt to teach had done.  She had shown that she was closer to being a Journeyman information gatherer than her mild outside would seem, perhaps flowing towards a Master in her own right before too long. »Read More

Slave Warrior Chapter 56

December 13, 2018 / posted in Chapter Book, Stories / No Comments

Back to Chapter 55 .

 

The dreams were so fantastic, so horrifying, so pleasant that Laun knew that they had to be fever dreams.

Flying over the kingdom, she saw flecks of light and flecks of dark below her.  There were red flashes as the darkness spread.  It wasn’t just random, it was following her.  Her path through the night sky led the fire that was consuming the light.

And then she was landing, her feet on the old volcano touching it’s inner heat off below her.  She was as large as the volcano.  She could see into it’s crumbling bowl and the streams that fed from it turned from grey and clear to red and dark.  There were bodies floating in the red water...no, not water.  Blood.

The blood flowed out from her to poison the land.  From her feet and hands and cunt and eyes and mouth.  It ran from her, turning rancid and putrefying everything it touched...

She felt like she should be screaming.  She felt as though she should be trying to clean it up.  She felt like she should be trying to make things right.

But...

She also felt a rage building in her.  A power from the blood, from the death.  She heard screams and she reveled in the sound for she knew that she had caused pain and suffering and wanted to cause, create, more. »Read More

Slave Warrior Chapter 55

December 11, 2018 / posted in Chapter Book, Stories / No Comments

The last Chapter was Chapter 54.  Lost?  Check out Chapter 1, or look at the Slave Warrior Chapter index page.

“He was a scout.”

Laun was propped up in the bed, surrounded by pillows, flowers and people.  The wound was sewn and hot to the touch when Pillar or Lucaris changed the dressing, the heat bringing on a low fever.  Laun did not argue when she was told she was not leaving the bed.  Though, the looks Lucaris gave to Fount and Edgar stilled any comment about any other bedroom activities.

One of the mats had been removed and many chairs had been brought in for this meeting.  There had been lots drawn from the household as to who would accompany the leaders in.  More people waited at the open door, listening to what was being said.

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Slave Warrior Chapter 54

December 7, 2018 / posted in Chapter Book, Stories / No Comments

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Morning.  It had been a quieter night, only a few extra bodies in the room with Laun.  Her habit of getting up early had popped her eyes open as the morning light was brightening outside the window.  She heard breathing, snoring.  And the door opening and then closing, very quietly.

She heard movement and could follow it around towards the window.  She pulled the covers back and saw Silar warming up.  He had not been in the room the night before.  Laun had asked to have food brought up to her and the people who were with her had come to her with the food.  Some of it was for her own sanity, as the number of people who were asking to share her bed were far more than she was feeling comfortable with at the moment.  And she had needed to talk to some people about the information she had gotten from the prisoner.

But that was last night.  Silar was there this morning.

Laun made her way past Ali on the floor mat and to the rug.  It was her time to startle him.  He was naked, his clothing in a pile at the end of the rug.  He turned from the window and stopped.  She heard his breath catch, but more than that he did not show his surprise.

“Lady, I was hoping to help you with your workout this morning.”

She wished she could even fake a smile.  She touched him on the shoulder.  “Falion Silar Khan.”

He tensed. “Yes.”  He had not used his full name since he had gotten to the Capitol City.  Not before he had joined with the loyalists.  Not at the keep.

Laun stepped closer and put her hand gently on his cheek.  She tried to look into his eyes in the dark.  She could see little, but thought she saw panic, even through his usual haughty calm. »Read More

Slave Warrior Chapter 53

December 4, 2018 / posted in Chapter Book, Stories / No Comments

Missed something?  The First Chapter is here, and Chapter 52 is here.

 

 

There were a few people in the trading post.  The protector team that had drawn the lot for the duty for the next few days, a merchant who was on his way back from Myrned, a farmer from an hour’s walk away, and Laun.

It was the first time Laun had been able to get to the trading post.  It was crude, but she saw what they had done to it to make it useable.  It had been a stand of four huts to begin with.  They had built it out slightly, connecting three of the huts and making the fourth hut airier with cut windows.  The airier building was the trading post, the connected three storage and the ‘Inn’.

The weather was threatening to turn cold, but the sun was out and warming the land in a last attempt on summer before all the trees turned colors and lost their leaves.  A small wind was blowing, bringing the scent of a storm, though the horizon was clear.

Laun had ridden on the back of a mule with the protectors on the lead.  The last set of protectors loaded up a few things after unloading some supplies from the mule’s baskets and started back to the keep.  Laun was amazed at the things that were being displayed in the trading post, most she recognized from the keep, some she didn’t.

Her garb that day was drab, as bland as she could find.  The way Disa put it was, “The third sister to the eldest beauty in the county.”  She was not quite sure what that meant, but it was what she was going after.  The browns and beiges covered her from toe to head, even a dirty-tan snood to cover her hair.  She had made an addition as they left the tower room of one of the grey ribbons with the clapperless bell tied around her neck and under the high collar of the over tunic.

The merchant had a mule and cart next to the larger building, furs and other goods wrapped up against the weather.  Laun had glanced it over when he came up, thinking how nice some of the fur would be as cold weather gear, but was letting the protector team do their job. »Read More

Slave Warrior Chapter 52

November 30, 2018 / posted in Chapter Book, Stories / No Comments

Back to the revelry of Chapter 51

 

Again, Laun was awake before most of the others in the room.  A few people were picking their way through the bodies by the light of a few guttering lamps, trying to find some sort of clothing, whether or not it was what they had come in with.  Laun waited until they had made their way out before trying to get up herself.

The bed was covered with people, the mat on the floor lined with more.  Edgar was still next to her, Fount turned and wrapped around someone else.  She moved Edgar’s arm from her and crawled out, trying to put the covers back over him.  He grasped for her in his sleep, but did not seem to wake.

Laun’s head was buzzing.  Not like before she became ill, but buzzing with ideas, with feelings.  Her body was stiff, but most of the back and shoulder that had been a problem was down to a dull throb.  She needed to make herself do the morning exercises.  Even with the people in the room, she had to push the embarrassment back and just do it.

The sideboard had been removed at some point.  Laun thought she remembered a glimpse of Orgia while she was between her men.  Laun flushed, hoping that she had not been too much of a spectacle.  Then again, as Laun looked around the room at the people spread about, she would not have been the only one.

She stepped past heads and feet and went to the arming tree.  There were several of the wooden practice swords that had fallen to the floor.  Laun smiled to herself as she thought of all the motion in the room probably vibrated them over.  She picked up one of the swords and went to her rug.

Something went squish on the rug as she stepped on it.  Laun flicked her foot, hoping whatever it was did not hit someone in the face.  She paced the rest of the rug, finding a few things that she moved over or off the rug before she started. »Read More

Slave Warrior Chapter 51

November 28, 2018 / posted in Chapter Book, Stories / No Comments

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She hadn’t stopped crying since she had come back into her room.  There was no consolation that anyone could offer that made the hard, cold spot that had formed in her melt and go away.  Laun could not stop crying.

“All I wanted to do was hit him on the head.”  Edgar was both serious and trying to make Laun smile.  She barely looked up at him and the tears were still flowing.  Her eyes were red and puffy, her voice, when she talked, gravely.  There was enough snot coming out of her nose to saturate several cloths since she had started.

She blew her nose again and said, “All I could see was his body floating in the river, going past Falmir’s people as a warning.  It made me happy to think it.”  She had a sobbing fit and couldn’t continue.

Geralk was sitting in one of the chairs that had been in the corner.  It was next to the bed, the mat having been moved.  He shook his head in amazement.  “I’m just glad you have never been angry at me.  You took a fourth class assassin to his knees without really trying.”  He looked at her anguish.  It was plain and open, as she usually was.  “There are Master gatherers who would be at your feet right now.”

That made Laun twitch a smile, but then the tears came out and made it a frown.

Edgar held her.  It was all he could do.  He had tried to talk her out of it, but she insisted that if anything was to happen to the man they had captured, that she would do it.  She had asked that he be taken as long of a way to the chamber of death as possible so she could gather and prepare.  She had brought props that she had not used, planned for things that did not happen.  But what had happened had flowed and had shown a skill, a side of her that the others in the room shuddered at. »Read More

Slave Warrior Chapter 50

November 26, 2018 / posted in Chapter Book, Stories / No Comments

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The hood was on him as he stood there.  He had been taken through large, noisy spaces.  He had been taken through hallways and up and down stairs.  He was certain that the keep and castle was not that big as he had been observing it for over a week.  But they had stopped and he was now in a room, cold and slightly musty through the sack on his head.

The sack was pulled off of him.  It was a room that had only one lantern and no windows.  He glanced around as his eyes adjusted and could tell there were people in the darkness, but not how many.

A female voice came to him from the darkness.  “Hello, quail.”  She stepped into the small amount of light the candle in the lantern was showing.

She pushed back the blue hood from her face and the man was surprised.  There had been several people with the same outfits, different sizes, different shapes.  He had seen who he thought was the King… The old King leave the keep gate with other plainly dressed people around him, the King wearing this same outfit as before him.  It had been easy to follow, though the King was good at going to ground, the colors would show back up and the assassin was able to follow without needing to find a trail.  He had followed, but then was caught.  If only he had been able to slash his throat...

She looked at him.  She turned to one of the men beside her and said, “Strip him.” »Read More

Slave Warrior Chapter 49

November 22, 2018 / posted in Chapter Book, Stories / No Comments

Back to Chapter 48

 

“Damnit.”

The light was barely more than it had been when Silar had fallen asleep, his arm around Laun.  He felt rested, though his legs twitched when he moved them.  She had taken more out of him than he had realized.  He opened his eyes partially and confirmed that she was not beside him.  He felt other bodies and heard other breaths and one snore.

And then he heard the soft voice again, swearing.  This time there was a small wood on stone sound, too.  And then muffled footfalls and a gasp.

He opened his eyes fully and turned slowly.  There was a shadow in front of the dawn-lit windows.  It was stretching, pacing and swinging something in lunges.  And then the object was dropped, the rug muffling the hit of wood on stone.

Silar could see that it was Laun as she turned towards the night lamp.  She was holding one wrist and flexing it in a pained manner before picking up the wooden practice sword again.  Silar thought he could hear knuckles crack as she swung the sword over her head.

The light was growing through the windows and Silar was enjoying seeing Laun try to practice.  Her form was stiff, but there was an underlying strength and discipline that he appreciated.  She was naked, her body trying to do what she wanted, pain and disuse showing in most of her movements.  There was just something about that hold that was making her drop the sword at the same point every time in her kata.  She was frustrated, but she picked up the sword again and again and tried over and over.  Until the sword dropped, at the same place in the routine, again.  She picked up the wooden sword and held it in front of her.  The light was not needed for him to see that the frustration was high enough that it might come out, the wood taking the brunt.

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Slave Warrior Chapter 48

November 20, 2018 / posted in Chapter Book, Stories / No Comments

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The tent was up.  Orgia had both the boar and the stag hanging from frames under the canvas.  They were still being processed, but they had been gutted and cleaned and the skin was off the boar, the stag still having the hide carefully carved off.  

Orgia proudly showed how the plan had been executed for the tents.  There was a tent being used as a walkway between the keep doors and the main tent, a series of boards being put down to keep any remaining mud from getting tracked inside.  The main tent had areas already set up, the plants that needed protection having little fences around them for right then.  A heavy, old canvas was under the carcasses, buckets under the heads to catch any blood.  Lanterns were being hung from the posts holding the roof up and several braziers were being set up.

Several smaller tents had been set up on the far end that linked into the larger tent.  One had some of the practice equipment in it, one had a few tables and chairs stacked in it.  The area was large enough that a full practice could be held, or a small feast.  Orgia was beaming when she walked over to the wall that backed up to the laundry and pulled back the canvas.

“I was able to get them to hook it directly to the wall.  Much more stable, and we can open the windows to pass things back and forth, and for some heat in the winter.”  Letting the canvas down, Orgia looked around and Laun could see some of the potentials Orgia now saw.

“Thank you.”  Laun tried to not look too ashamed.  “I am sorry that I forced your hand on this.” »Read More

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