The Merchant Guilds
05-03-2005, 18:34
OOC: Cudos to Parthians RP's on his characters and people, this story's inspiration is taken from his RP's.
I will try and do daily installments, until I finish her day, and rest assured she will be coming back as full time character, simply because I like her. :D
IC:
The loud Church bell chime resounded through a female slave dormitory in the heart of the Imperial Palace overlooking Vas Urbs, the Guilder Capital. The dark walls of the dormitory had been covered with posters and various drawings done or purchased by the girls of the Dormitory. You had to get rid of that blank white somehow… it festered everywhere in this place.
Sithxia yawned and shuffled a little in her bed, she really didn’t want to get up, she had been in the middle of a nice dream, thank you very much and the Imperial Staff could stick the days chores and problems, up their rectal areas for all she cared… Then she woke up badly with that thought on her mind. No, she couldn’t tell them to do that, they’d… they’d crucify here or have some dreadful treatment laid on her for her in the coliseum… she shuddered lightly… she’d seem that before when she had accompanied her Master, Septimus Augusta to the games a month or so ago… a poor little female slave no more than 17 had disobeyed someone quite high up. She had been locked up in a fake female horse and a male horse had been let into the ring, the result of which had caused her massive internal bleeding and a long agonising death to the great hoots of enjoyment of the crowd. Such was the price of they who disobeyed the Guilder overlords.
She looked around slightly blearily, the others were either awake or on their feet already. Her master was away; thus she was excused the usual duties of a personal slave of the Imperial Family. Her main duties now were simply making any needed changes that her Master wanted and making sure everything was dusted and clean.
She got up and walked in her cotton nightclothes to the communal bathroom for the girls, where she proceeded to take a short but satisfying warm shower and clean herself up generally. After this was all done, she proceeded to slip into the uniform dress and clothing assigned to slaves in the Imperial Household. As she was a personal slave of the heir to the Imperial Throne, her dress was a deep rich shade of red, rather than the usual Purple of the Imperial slaves. The dress fitted quite tightly but she didn’t complain, after all she had seen the slaves at the Grand Imperial Slave Market and she had heard about the conditions down in the vast mines, which brought out masses of metals for the Guild Corporations every day… she felt lucky, very lucky.
She walked with the other slave girls towards the main slave dining room; a huge hall designed to allow thousands of slaves male and female to dine together in various shift sittings. Like most rooms in the Palace this was a brilliant shade of white, and whilst it lacked the beautiful murals and paintings of the other areas of the Palace, it did have long pennants bearing the Arms of the Imperial Service. They maybe slaves but they were expected to accept their lot in life and be loyal to their Masters and betters.
Sithxia queued up with hundreds of others waiting for in line and shuffling forwards to the meals being distributed by the junior Palace Chefs. She saw what was on the menu today; it was thick porridge, breed with some form of Pentovan cheese with a choice of some fresh fruit for personnel and senior slaves. Whilst she was picking hers up, she caught the jealous of eyes of many of her fellow slaves, whom were jealous… she coloured slightly looking down a little… and just shuffled on.
She sat down at one the (slightly nicer) tables assigned for senior and personal slaves of the Imperial Palace, whilst she chewed on her food, which wasn’t that bad actually… considering where she had come from in life.
She had been a young girl on the island of Ilo, tens of miles off the Guild coast and out of the Solomon Trade Winds, they had revered their God-King Irreupt… that was all before the Guilders had come when she was 12… they had dropped from the sky like black angels… the Ilo had tried to welcome them at first but their offerings of food were met with offerings of poisoned bullets, which spat from the Guilders weapons. Her father and mother, had been someone in Ilo and were loyal to their God-King, as such they had been hung, drawn and quartered alongside their God-King and other notables by the Guild forces in front of their people and their daughter, who had been enslaved by the Greater Britannia. She had been sold off a year later (after training by a Pedophilic man, who had secreted his activities and preyed on all the young girls and boys in his care) in the Grand Imperial Slave Market, she had been fortunate, she had been chosen to join the Imperial Palace slaves. She had worked her way up from there, from kitchen girl to a cleaner and then after being ‘noticed’ by Septimus Augusta, the heir to the Guilder throne she acted as his personal slave and sometimes confident.
She mulled over this for a while before realising her porridge was going cold and proceeded to bolt it down before it got so and started congealing. She got up and made her way to the plate stack to deposit her plate, and headed off into the corridor heading towards the quarters of the Septimus Augusta.
I will try and do daily installments, until I finish her day, and rest assured she will be coming back as full time character, simply because I like her. :D
IC:
The loud Church bell chime resounded through a female slave dormitory in the heart of the Imperial Palace overlooking Vas Urbs, the Guilder Capital. The dark walls of the dormitory had been covered with posters and various drawings done or purchased by the girls of the Dormitory. You had to get rid of that blank white somehow… it festered everywhere in this place.
Sithxia yawned and shuffled a little in her bed, she really didn’t want to get up, she had been in the middle of a nice dream, thank you very much and the Imperial Staff could stick the days chores and problems, up their rectal areas for all she cared… Then she woke up badly with that thought on her mind. No, she couldn’t tell them to do that, they’d… they’d crucify here or have some dreadful treatment laid on her for her in the coliseum… she shuddered lightly… she’d seem that before when she had accompanied her Master, Septimus Augusta to the games a month or so ago… a poor little female slave no more than 17 had disobeyed someone quite high up. She had been locked up in a fake female horse and a male horse had been let into the ring, the result of which had caused her massive internal bleeding and a long agonising death to the great hoots of enjoyment of the crowd. Such was the price of they who disobeyed the Guilder overlords.
She looked around slightly blearily, the others were either awake or on their feet already. Her master was away; thus she was excused the usual duties of a personal slave of the Imperial Family. Her main duties now were simply making any needed changes that her Master wanted and making sure everything was dusted and clean.
She got up and walked in her cotton nightclothes to the communal bathroom for the girls, where she proceeded to take a short but satisfying warm shower and clean herself up generally. After this was all done, she proceeded to slip into the uniform dress and clothing assigned to slaves in the Imperial Household. As she was a personal slave of the heir to the Imperial Throne, her dress was a deep rich shade of red, rather than the usual Purple of the Imperial slaves. The dress fitted quite tightly but she didn’t complain, after all she had seen the slaves at the Grand Imperial Slave Market and she had heard about the conditions down in the vast mines, which brought out masses of metals for the Guild Corporations every day… she felt lucky, very lucky.
She walked with the other slave girls towards the main slave dining room; a huge hall designed to allow thousands of slaves male and female to dine together in various shift sittings. Like most rooms in the Palace this was a brilliant shade of white, and whilst it lacked the beautiful murals and paintings of the other areas of the Palace, it did have long pennants bearing the Arms of the Imperial Service. They maybe slaves but they were expected to accept their lot in life and be loyal to their Masters and betters.
Sithxia queued up with hundreds of others waiting for in line and shuffling forwards to the meals being distributed by the junior Palace Chefs. She saw what was on the menu today; it was thick porridge, breed with some form of Pentovan cheese with a choice of some fresh fruit for personnel and senior slaves. Whilst she was picking hers up, she caught the jealous of eyes of many of her fellow slaves, whom were jealous… she coloured slightly looking down a little… and just shuffled on.
She sat down at one the (slightly nicer) tables assigned for senior and personal slaves of the Imperial Palace, whilst she chewed on her food, which wasn’t that bad actually… considering where she had come from in life.
She had been a young girl on the island of Ilo, tens of miles off the Guild coast and out of the Solomon Trade Winds, they had revered their God-King Irreupt… that was all before the Guilders had come when she was 12… they had dropped from the sky like black angels… the Ilo had tried to welcome them at first but their offerings of food were met with offerings of poisoned bullets, which spat from the Guilders weapons. Her father and mother, had been someone in Ilo and were loyal to their God-King, as such they had been hung, drawn and quartered alongside their God-King and other notables by the Guild forces in front of their people and their daughter, who had been enslaved by the Greater Britannia. She had been sold off a year later (after training by a Pedophilic man, who had secreted his activities and preyed on all the young girls and boys in his care) in the Grand Imperial Slave Market, she had been fortunate, she had been chosen to join the Imperial Palace slaves. She had worked her way up from there, from kitchen girl to a cleaner and then after being ‘noticed’ by Septimus Augusta, the heir to the Guilder throne she acted as his personal slave and sometimes confident.
She mulled over this for a while before realising her porridge was going cold and proceeded to bolt it down before it got so and started congealing. She got up and made her way to the plate stack to deposit her plate, and headed off into the corridor heading towards the quarters of the Septimus Augusta.