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Re: Faylin (Farren)
The two nod and Abby says that it would be best if they tried Faylin's plan of deception. Geero busies himself with binding her hands behind her back with some rope, but all the while assuring Faylin that he's tying a slip knot.
"It'll look solid at a casual glance, but all you have to do is tug at this loop here," and he put a loop firmly into the palm of her hand, "and the whole of it will come undone."
Geero then placed the wand into her other hand and did his best to hide it behind the knot.
Meanwhile, Abby had gone off to the chest of "toys" and retrieved a leather choker with a large iron loop on the front, and a ball gag, both of which she fastened about Faylin's neck and mouth, respectively. Then she attached a finely linked chain leash to the choker, which she held in her hands.
"Just to complete the look," she winked at Fay, then tilting her head to one side, said, "It looks quite good on you though, so we may keep it even after we're done with the buyer."
Abby had chosen to forgo her flog and now had a bullwhip at her side as well as a long knife haning at a leather belt that looped unevenly about her waist.
Geero for his part had discarded his club for a large axe, which gave him a particularly menacing look.
When all was ready, the group made their way up the stairs, Geero in the lead, with Fay in the middle and Abby holding her chain coming up behind her.
They made their way to the front room of the complex, at the end of the long hallway and up a short flight of stairs. In the middle of the room stood a large bulky figure, hooded in a dark cowl so that Faylin could not make out his face, only to see that he had a dark medium length beard that looked damp and dirty, and that he had arms slightly long for his size that gave him the appearance of a cloaked ape. In one hand he held a long silver rod, and on his other arm, he sported a tattoo of a spiders web, whose strands of ink trailed from out of his cloak and robes, up his forearm and over his wrist, up unto the the second knuckle of each finger.
"This is she? This is the mage slave you have promised?" the man croaked. "She dresses not like a priestess. She looks like one of yours."
"That is my doing," said Abby playfully, tugging Fay forward roughly by the chain in a display of power. "I like to play dress up with the priestesses from time to time. They so rarely enjoy the blasphemous taste of witch-leather."
The cowled face glanced over to Abby for a brief moment. "Witch-leather you say? Humph. An odd skill for a street dweller -- but I can see you both desire to soon leave these streets behind and walk in the dark, to serve the great Queen, yes? Hmm. But this is only one mage, and only one sigil shall I give for her. Which of you, I wonder shall get it? Hmm?" He held his rod up suddenly and it crackled with magical power, holding it once towards Geero and then back quickly towards Abby.
He seemed for the moment to be satisfied with what he saw in Fay, and was ignoring her while threatening the two slavers.
The two nod and Abby says that it would be best if they tried Faylin's plan of deception. Geero busies himself with binding her hands behind her back with some rope, but all the while assuring Faylin that he's tying a slip knot.
"It'll look solid at a casual glance, but all you have to do is tug at this loop here," and he put a loop firmly into the palm of her hand, "and the whole of it will come undone."
Geero then placed the wand into her other hand and did his best to hide it behind the knot.
Meanwhile, Abby had gone off to the chest of "toys" and retrieved a leather choker with a large iron loop on the front, and a ball gag, both of which she fastened about Faylin's neck and mouth, respectively. Then she attached a finely linked chain leash to the choker, which she held in her hands.
"Just to complete the look," she winked at Fay, then tilting her head to one side, said, "It looks quite good on you though, so we may keep it even after we're done with the buyer."
Abby had chosen to forgo her flog and now had a bullwhip at her side as well as a long knife haning at a leather belt that looped unevenly about her waist.
Geero for his part had discarded his club for a large axe, which gave him a particularly menacing look.
When all was ready, the group made their way up the stairs, Geero in the lead, with Fay in the middle and Abby holding her chain coming up behind her.
They made their way to the front room of the complex, at the end of the long hallway and up a short flight of stairs. In the middle of the room stood a large bulky figure, hooded in a dark cowl so that Faylin could not make out his face, only to see that he had a dark medium length beard that looked damp and dirty, and that he had arms slightly long for his size that gave him the appearance of a cloaked ape. In one hand he held a long silver rod, and on his other arm, he sported a tattoo of a spiders web, whose strands of ink trailed from out of his cloak and robes, up his forearm and over his wrist, up unto the the second knuckle of each finger.
"This is she? This is the mage slave you have promised?" the man croaked. "She dresses not like a priestess. She looks like one of yours."
"That is my doing," said Abby playfully, tugging Fay forward roughly by the chain in a display of power. "I like to play dress up with the priestesses from time to time. They so rarely enjoy the blasphemous taste of witch-leather."
The cowled face glanced over to Abby for a brief moment. "Witch-leather you say? Humph. An odd skill for a street dweller -- but I can see you both desire to soon leave these streets behind and walk in the dark, to serve the great Queen, yes? Hmm. But this is only one mage, and only one sigil shall I give for her. Which of you, I wonder shall get it? Hmm?" He held his rod up suddenly and it crackled with magical power, holding it once towards Geero and then back quickly towards Abby.
He seemed for the moment to be satisfied with what he saw in Fay, and was ignoring her while threatening the two slavers.
