09-10-2007, 03:59 PM
[This is my character introduction story. Feel free to comment both in character and out so i can make the next stories even better.]
So I finally decided to tell my small tale from these past years. So lets start at the beginning. Back when i was a person not an object to be owned.
I used to be a fighter you know. I did my part to protect the good and lawful. I gave much of my blood for that cause. Blood and tears were shed every day. But that feels like a century ago. So long....
One day i simply gave up and left. For various reasons. None needs mentioning in this story. I sold or gave away most of my possessions. I thought i would not need them anymore.
I took of to find a new life. What i got was nothing less than hell. Or at least the closest you can get while still being alive.
About 3 months after i left Trinsic and all my former comrades and friends i stumbled half asleep into a hidden mercenary camp. Before i knew it i was surrounded by armed men. Went down without a fight.
After they had toyed with me for a few weeks i was sold as a slave to a vampire master. Quite expensive too given my previous occupation. But the shape i was in after the mercenaries left me rather useless the first month i was in his service. Didn't stop him from draining blood every few days though.
After my wounds had mostly healed and i was starting to fight back when they came to visit. I was handed to a slave handler. Put in a tiny room inside a castle of sorts. It was blisteringly cold at all times and all i had was a wooden bench as a bed and a thin cover sheet. No clothes and no warmth. An effective way of weakening a slave the handler said.
The handler would never touch me with bare hands just with a painstick as he called it. And that was truly what it was. An enchanted wand that if touched would give you the worst pain imaginable. Every muscle in your body would ache and burn and leave you numb for several seconds afterwards. Hard to describe with words when all you want when touched with it is to be dead.
But i like to think that i never yielded to the masters will. That he never really owned me as he wanted. But after a few months with hours of torture every day and with no chance of escaping it your mind changes. Stopping it becomes the only goal in life. Memory of freedom fades and faces of friends and family are forgotten and lost. And the only way to stop the pain was the do as told. No matter what it was. And i did it.
I served the handler and the master at their whim for a long time. Perception of time is not a concern you have when being a slave so i honestly do not know how long it went on like that. Months or years. It made no difference because it was always the same. Up at dawn and do as told. Be that digging graves for the masters victims or mining in caves for hours without a break. I did what was necessary to survive. What i had to do.
One day the handler became angry and he killed one of the other slaves who had not done what he was told. The master became furious and had the handler strung up by his feet inside a fenced area. Several boars where then let in the feast on the handlers arms and head.
We slaves were not allowed to watch for it would give us a moment of happiness that we were not allowed. But the other guards would talk about it and so we learned of it.
The master gave the duty of slave handler to one of the senior guards. Knowing that he would discipline us at the slightest wrong doing or failure.
One day when a guard was annoyed he reported that i had taken water when i was not allowed. A small thing one would imagine but with the new handler nothing was a small thing. Several guards dragged me to a chamber with a wooden cross in the middle. My arms were tied out the side and my legs as well. My shirt was ripped of to expose my back out towards the room. I knew what was coming. The fire whip was a favored tool of the handler for bad behaviored slaves. It was basically a whip soaked in oil and then set on fire. The whip would tear up the skin and leave a bit of oil in the wound which would continue to burn and partly close the wound. Stopping most of the bleeding. Very painful if i may add. I was punished with 15 lashes. 3 times 5 over 15 minutes. Wouldn't want it to be over quickly is what he said.
Since these wounds took time to heal i was sent to my room.
I often wondered if it had a curse since even in the summer it was cold in there.
I was given water and some food but after 2 days i still would not move. The handler was afraid i would die and if that happened he most likely would too so he sent for a healer to look at my wounds.
A healer came to see me after a few hours. Since i was not moving no guard followed her in. I was lying on the side facing the wall because that gave the least pain. Just because i was not moving did not mean i was not awake.
She seemed young and inexperienced but very careful and meticulous. She cleaned the wounds and before putting on the bandages she soaked them in a healing potion. Not something i ever learned during my practice sessions for healing but it helped a lot
After she was done she carefully turned my head upwards to see my face. She must have known that i was awake because she was not surprised at all.
"Hello" She said with a calm voice.
I muttered a "Hi".
"Your wounds will be getting better from now. Just be careful not to rub them or move around too much."
"Yes i will try milady" I almost whispered. "Please do not call me that" She said in a sad voice. "I am as much a captive as you are. What is your name?"
"I... I don't remember my name. I'm sorry"
"It is not your fault so you should not be sorry. But then we must find a new name for you. I am Lia. What do you want to be called?" Her voice had a strange caring and compassionate sound. But also sadness and pain.
I slowly sat up and turned towards her. I got a quick look at her before i turned my head down. That is something you learn as a slave. Not to look at your masters.
She was very beautiful She deserved better than a life at a vampires castle.
"Look at me please" She said while lifting my head up.
Hair that was black as the night sky. Eyes green as sparkling emeralds. A smile that would brighten anyones day. She was the most wondrous looking woman i had ever seen.
Without letting my eyes leave hers i smiled. I just could not hide it.
"So... Name?" Lia said.
"Er... Yes... Umm... Maybe, no... I would like you to pick for me Mistress." I mumbled.
"Please just call me Lia. Well then what about Veno? Its short. Precise and has a good ring to it" Lia smiled
"I like it" I smiled back
"Hello Veno" Lia giggled
I just smiled back at her and took her hand.
"Thank you Lia" I said.
The following day my wounds were almost fully healed. It still stung if i touched them but compared to what i was used to i could hardly feel it.
Lia came to check on me just before dawn so the guards wouldn't complain too much.
"Good morning" She said cheerfully when she came in.
"Good morning" i replied.
"How are your wounds? Better i hope" She smiled
"Oh yes almost fully healed, just a little sting left but im used to worse" i turned around so she could remove the bandages and check.
She was careful not to peel of the sticky bloody bandages too quickly. It hurt but i didn't show it.
"I'm sorry if it hurts, ill prepare some new bandages to replace these and tell the guards that you need another few days to recover." Her voice was very caring.
"Lia..?"
"Yes?"
"Why are you helping me so much?"
"Because i am a healer" She said while putting the last bandage on my wounds.
"But you are not a slave like me, why do you care so much for how i feel?
"Why do you need to know? I am here to help you not to answer your questions"
"I'm sorry i didn't mean to..."
"Just leave it. Ill tell the guards to let you be for another day then you should be up and going again. Oh and don't tell anyone that i was nice to you. I'm not supposed to talk to slaves at all."
"I wont tell anyone i promise"
"Thanks Veno. Ill try and come see you every now and then."
"That would be very nice just be careful" I smiled
"I am always am" She grinned "Bye!"
"Goodbye Lia"
I smiled as she closed the door but couldn't quite shake the feeling that i wasn't going to see her again.
I was right. For a time at least I saw her a few days later when i and 2 other slaves were being taken out of the castle for a day of lumbering in the woods. Couldn't speak to her of course but at least i knew she was still around.
After that i didn't see her for a long time. I always thought about her at night when i was alone. Pictured her coming to visit me. Just so that we could talk. It gave me some small comfort in my dark mind.
So I finally decided to tell my small tale from these past years. So lets start at the beginning. Back when i was a person not an object to be owned.
I used to be a fighter you know. I did my part to protect the good and lawful. I gave much of my blood for that cause. Blood and tears were shed every day. But that feels like a century ago. So long....
One day i simply gave up and left. For various reasons. None needs mentioning in this story. I sold or gave away most of my possessions. I thought i would not need them anymore.
I took of to find a new life. What i got was nothing less than hell. Or at least the closest you can get while still being alive.
About 3 months after i left Trinsic and all my former comrades and friends i stumbled half asleep into a hidden mercenary camp. Before i knew it i was surrounded by armed men. Went down without a fight.
After they had toyed with me for a few weeks i was sold as a slave to a vampire master. Quite expensive too given my previous occupation. But the shape i was in after the mercenaries left me rather useless the first month i was in his service. Didn't stop him from draining blood every few days though.
After my wounds had mostly healed and i was starting to fight back when they came to visit. I was handed to a slave handler. Put in a tiny room inside a castle of sorts. It was blisteringly cold at all times and all i had was a wooden bench as a bed and a thin cover sheet. No clothes and no warmth. An effective way of weakening a slave the handler said.
The handler would never touch me with bare hands just with a painstick as he called it. And that was truly what it was. An enchanted wand that if touched would give you the worst pain imaginable. Every muscle in your body would ache and burn and leave you numb for several seconds afterwards. Hard to describe with words when all you want when touched with it is to be dead.
But i like to think that i never yielded to the masters will. That he never really owned me as he wanted. But after a few months with hours of torture every day and with no chance of escaping it your mind changes. Stopping it becomes the only goal in life. Memory of freedom fades and faces of friends and family are forgotten and lost. And the only way to stop the pain was the do as told. No matter what it was. And i did it.
I served the handler and the master at their whim for a long time. Perception of time is not a concern you have when being a slave so i honestly do not know how long it went on like that. Months or years. It made no difference because it was always the same. Up at dawn and do as told. Be that digging graves for the masters victims or mining in caves for hours without a break. I did what was necessary to survive. What i had to do.
One day the handler became angry and he killed one of the other slaves who had not done what he was told. The master became furious and had the handler strung up by his feet inside a fenced area. Several boars where then let in the feast on the handlers arms and head.
We slaves were not allowed to watch for it would give us a moment of happiness that we were not allowed. But the other guards would talk about it and so we learned of it.
The master gave the duty of slave handler to one of the senior guards. Knowing that he would discipline us at the slightest wrong doing or failure.
One day when a guard was annoyed he reported that i had taken water when i was not allowed. A small thing one would imagine but with the new handler nothing was a small thing. Several guards dragged me to a chamber with a wooden cross in the middle. My arms were tied out the side and my legs as well. My shirt was ripped of to expose my back out towards the room. I knew what was coming. The fire whip was a favored tool of the handler for bad behaviored slaves. It was basically a whip soaked in oil and then set on fire. The whip would tear up the skin and leave a bit of oil in the wound which would continue to burn and partly close the wound. Stopping most of the bleeding. Very painful if i may add. I was punished with 15 lashes. 3 times 5 over 15 minutes. Wouldn't want it to be over quickly is what he said.
Since these wounds took time to heal i was sent to my room.
I often wondered if it had a curse since even in the summer it was cold in there.
I was given water and some food but after 2 days i still would not move. The handler was afraid i would die and if that happened he most likely would too so he sent for a healer to look at my wounds.
A healer came to see me after a few hours. Since i was not moving no guard followed her in. I was lying on the side facing the wall because that gave the least pain. Just because i was not moving did not mean i was not awake.
She seemed young and inexperienced but very careful and meticulous. She cleaned the wounds and before putting on the bandages she soaked them in a healing potion. Not something i ever learned during my practice sessions for healing but it helped a lot
After she was done she carefully turned my head upwards to see my face. She must have known that i was awake because she was not surprised at all.
"Hello" She said with a calm voice.
I muttered a "Hi".
"Your wounds will be getting better from now. Just be careful not to rub them or move around too much."
"Yes i will try milady" I almost whispered. "Please do not call me that" She said in a sad voice. "I am as much a captive as you are. What is your name?"
"I... I don't remember my name. I'm sorry"
"It is not your fault so you should not be sorry. But then we must find a new name for you. I am Lia. What do you want to be called?" Her voice had a strange caring and compassionate sound. But also sadness and pain.
I slowly sat up and turned towards her. I got a quick look at her before i turned my head down. That is something you learn as a slave. Not to look at your masters.
She was very beautiful She deserved better than a life at a vampires castle.
"Look at me please" She said while lifting my head up.
Hair that was black as the night sky. Eyes green as sparkling emeralds. A smile that would brighten anyones day. She was the most wondrous looking woman i had ever seen.
Without letting my eyes leave hers i smiled. I just could not hide it.
"So... Name?" Lia said.
"Er... Yes... Umm... Maybe, no... I would like you to pick for me Mistress." I mumbled.
"Please just call me Lia. Well then what about Veno? Its short. Precise and has a good ring to it" Lia smiled
"I like it" I smiled back
"Hello Veno" Lia giggled
I just smiled back at her and took her hand.
"Thank you Lia" I said.
The following day my wounds were almost fully healed. It still stung if i touched them but compared to what i was used to i could hardly feel it.
Lia came to check on me just before dawn so the guards wouldn't complain too much.
"Good morning" She said cheerfully when she came in.
"Good morning" i replied.
"How are your wounds? Better i hope" She smiled
"Oh yes almost fully healed, just a little sting left but im used to worse" i turned around so she could remove the bandages and check.
She was careful not to peel of the sticky bloody bandages too quickly. It hurt but i didn't show it.
"I'm sorry if it hurts, ill prepare some new bandages to replace these and tell the guards that you need another few days to recover." Her voice was very caring.
"Lia..?"
"Yes?"
"Why are you helping me so much?"
"Because i am a healer" She said while putting the last bandage on my wounds.
"But you are not a slave like me, why do you care so much for how i feel?
"Why do you need to know? I am here to help you not to answer your questions"
"I'm sorry i didn't mean to..."
"Just leave it. Ill tell the guards to let you be for another day then you should be up and going again. Oh and don't tell anyone that i was nice to you. I'm not supposed to talk to slaves at all."
"I wont tell anyone i promise"
"Thanks Veno. Ill try and come see you every now and then."
"That would be very nice just be careful" I smiled
"I am always am" She grinned "Bye!"
"Goodbye Lia"
I smiled as she closed the door but couldn't quite shake the feeling that i wasn't going to see her again.
I was right. For a time at least I saw her a few days later when i and 2 other slaves were being taken out of the castle for a day of lumbering in the woods. Couldn't speak to her of course but at least i knew she was still around.
After that i didn't see her for a long time. I always thought about her at night when i was alone. Pictured her coming to visit me. Just so that we could talk. It gave me some small comfort in my dark mind.
Ill be writing more stories soon]