• Location • [Augiery] The Beldistorio

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The Beldistorio

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The main entrance into Augiery comes from Sarraski, the coastal entrance town. The stone path winds between stalagmites and stalactites through the cavern. The acoustics are foreboding, the sound of droplets splattering against smooth stone bouncing back and forth. Like a great mouth, the cavern stretches on. It sucks the traveler in, drawing them ever closer to their final destination. With each step from Sarraski, the light fades and the darkness grows stronger. The feeling that someone, or something, is watching from the shadows grows. Then again, maybe the shadows are watching.

The "Dread Gate". The Beldistorio. This stone archway was carved from a single slab of stone and crosses the pathway. It rises almost 200 feet from the ground. It's width is similar, approximately 180 feet. The path is covered for 150 feet by this decorated stone archway. The stone itself has a variety of scenes marking its creation, Augiery's history, and the plans for global conquest. Torchlight only lights each side of the tunnel to give the guards the ability to assess travelers. Several baskets of chains and collars line the walls on the Sarraski side. Women seem to walk by these armed Naer without issue. A traveling pair - one woman and one man - are stopped. A collar is placed around the man's neck and the chain handed to the woman.

"Turn back if you value your freedom Txerri, for you do not belong here. Men are not free in Augiery. Will you be forced into a collar? We will happily chain you and put your in your place," a Naer guard sneered at a man that rejected the collar. Augiery is not a city for tourists.

For those that accept or are forced into the collar, the path beyond the Beldistorio is short. There is a bridge that crosses the Oceanic River. Soon, Augiery rises from the cavern floor. Fire flickers against the smooth walls of the city in the distance. It appears to be sanctuary from the shadows; at least, for a short time.

OOC Information

Welcome to Augiery, Audrae's city. There are few rules when it comes to entering the city. If you play a male PC, you are obligated to become a slave. Your freedom ends at the gates. If you are unwilling to accept this, we ask that you remain in Sarraski, the coastal city where men may walk freely. For those that accept the collar, you may have a female PC claim your chain. Freedom is limited to the household and what your Mistress permits you to do within the household. Unaccompanied Txerriak on the streets are at risk of being thrown into the slave pits. A fee can be paid to retrieve them by their mistress, or they may be abandoned for disobedience. Those that are not claimed work for the city. Female PCs are welcome to walk freely through the Beldistorio.

As a city built on slavery, we have tried to build a culture around them. There are a variety of events that cater to slave characters and their mistresses. As there are several rebel spirits in any city, we ask those that are interested in breaking the rules of the collar to coordinate their plots with the local Prophets. We will not tell you no if you wish to pursue a coup; however, we will have a bit of fun punishing those that rise against Audrae and her Wicked Council. Are you woman enough to try?

[Adam Michaels]

Sure he'd climbed the mountain and he stood at the peak with the clouds and sky so high looking down upon those who only dreamed of such lofty things. Hed mastered the art of being ridiculously good looking and became something of a legend.

Some Say he was in Sirothelli, making lewd comments about tasting his cannon balls and blasting powder loads while chasing down pirate booty the best kind if he's have his choice of plunder.

Others whispered that the Brown Cock was somewhere in Rynmere, threatening to slap some drunkard in the face with his infamous Long D. Bards sung tales of Adam's D and how if he wiped it out one was liable to lose an eye. Hed profess the thrust was in the hips, fair play in sword play was giving them just the tip.

And still some thought Adam could be in Etzos, chasing red headed women with tempers and flaring fires to match. Seducing the masses at Vudas while he sold friend and for alike for cute girls with names like Rose, and Bubbles. But alas sadly the gravy was running low and his list of pissed off people had grown exponentially. But that was to be expected after all haters were going to hate.

The truth was Adam had heard of a land, a race whispered to be purely all women this fabled isle of shadow wenches as it were . Did the gods see fit to see Adam venture forward, and grace this place known as Augiery?

He felt it would have been an inestimable disservice to idalos to not investigate such a phenomenon otherwise what was a recalcitrant trogolodite such as himself going to do to bide his time?

Clearly some drunk guy telling him a fanciful tale about fertile lands to plow and plant his seeds for the future were more important then the reality of his situation with Lord Vuda, The Seekers it even got to the point the old wretch Ellasin and her lackeys wanted a taste of his prime beef tenderloin.

He'd betrayed just about every faction to keep Vuda pleased, and that sweet sweet tang coming he might even admit to being blinded by it if not blind sided and got himself slam dunked into his precarious predicament he was quite literally balls deep in trouble. The sky was falling in his little world but he didn't give a fuck, keep the wenches and mead flowing like turbulent river rapids. Throw dirt on the man and youd grow a wild flower.

But a mage as frayed and chewed up as Adam had a way to collect the fragments of himself and tether that shitnado into a somewhat tangible human being the real question was how long could his charade last behind his mask. He just needed his elixir, keep the shots coming because it was happy hour all day everyday so he could waltz on clouds soaring with wax wings to achieve greater heights as the sun was the apple of his eye as he dared go closer with every succulent nurturing drop of cordials and spirits.

He could feel it in his spark, it swirled with desire and lust and harped chords that reverberated throughout the fibers of his mortal coil. He drew in ether as he felt the pleebs emotions around him, Empathy his spark had become his wing man his most excellent of bros. And while he relied on a particular item it might have been time to give it up. A conduit disguised as a bracelet, it made the whole process easier what was an artist without his hammer and chisel or paint brush? Magic was nuts, he was nuts it seemed like they were a perfect combination. But the conduit had to go, as he dropped it off the boat. The man was insane an artist without a brush, but he wasn't stupid he knew that he could be sniffed out as a mage carrying it, especially if he knew he was going to be enslaved from the start. He had this notion that he was a prize when he was more akin to a magic hobo, but really he could strike a woman down with just a smile he was far from grace but he was still a legend.

Of course meticulous thoughts rolled through his mind on the journey to the land of shade hoes, he felt inadequate like something was missing from the equation. He was merrily preoccupied with a desire to start endurance training, he thought it might be wise to become a cardio beast for all the sexy time adventures that awaited him on what he believed to be a magnificent paradise.

He stood on the deck with a foot extended bent at the knee like he was going to conquer this land with his charisma and long d alone.

After all triple x marks the spot.

Adam exited the ship and awaited his adoring public, cast of all items except his armor sword and prim and proper fancy hat with glorious colorful feathers. He seemed oblivious to the foreboding cavern and the ominous acoustics of water droplets splashing from stalagmites as he continued to venture his way in preoccupied counting his chickens before his eggs had hatched.

Like most encounters his alluring gaze fell upon an armed guard with cute ratios, she had a man already enslaved locked in a throat collar. He knew it the kink was strong in this place as he smiled in delight, sure she boasted a big talk but Adam was liable to stick it to her before she stuck it to him it was always about the thrust.

"If they all look as good as you, chain me to the wall baby"

A quick flirtacious wink to the hotty as he happily walked the path to where he figured they'd have the slaves auctioned. Adam walked with overzealous confidence like had a chip on his shoulder as a Legendary Seducer.

[Nymph]

The slaver would have quickly taken him up on his offer had the warrior-esque man not sauntered away into Sarraski. He would have boarded a small raft to take him across the river to the path. She would have dragged him onto the raft herself, but it appeared that this man had a mission. Why would he so freely give up his freedom? No, clearly he was high. As he had walked on, she did not give him another consideration as she tightened up the slaves collars and wristlets. These men were bound for the docks here in Sarraski, new Urasklabos from Augiery. Fine quality mules to haul boxes and goods from incoming ships. There, captains would pick them up to work on the individual ships in the Augierian fleet. Even her capture man rolled his eyes. That man had no idea what he was in for.

He traveled the stone pathway by himself. It was early enough that the slave caravans had not begun the trek into the city. He could admire the architecture of the cavern as it swallowed him. Soon, he would come upon the giant archway - the Beldistorio. Several torches were lining the interior of it, but that would not be what caught his eye. Baskets of chains and wristlets were seated next to armored women with intricate spears. It was they that stopped him.

"Free men do not enter. If you value your freedom, turn back," one of the ladies said. She had bright pink hair while her counterpart had an electric blue bob that was spiked out. His smug face gave them the only permission they needed. Pinkie reached into her basket for a set of black leather wristlets and a black leather collar. Spikey, meanwhile, poked and jeered him into removing his armor and weapons. It seemed he would have stripped completely had she not threatened him with evisceration. With only a thin layer of clothes on his back, Pinky strapped the bonds to him. A thick chain was draped from all of them.

"Welcome to Augiery. Enjoy the darkness," Spikey hissed as Pinky passed the chain to another guard that had just ran up. A quick jerk, and Adam was on his way to the slave pits in the hive.

Adam Entry

Congratulations on choosing to give up your freedom for adventure within Augiery! Based on your post, you will lose all your current items except grey coat, black shirt, grey pants, undergarments, and a pair of black boots. All armor and weapons have been removed. I will ask that you bring your CS up-to-date as soon as possible.

I am also giving you the following knowledges for your post here. Please place [NH] next to them to show that I was the one that gave them to you.

• Location: Sarraski
  Location: Augiery
  Location: Beldistorio
  The Txerriak: Slave Population of Augiery
  The Txerriak: Black Collars

Congratulations again and welcome to Augiery. We are going to have some fun.

[Woe]

Saun 1st Afternoon

Emma Heen and her forlorn charge proceeded from the galley she'd chartered passage on. It was an odd and unforseen turnabout to the fate of Woe. He'd once been in a position to chase Emma, in an effort to either bring her to justice or else enslave her. He'd spared her that fate, however, softened by their sharing of the perils of the Rynmere wilderness in the dead cycle of Cylus. Nevertheless, she'd proven the more treacherous of the two of them. When he'd defaulted on his loan to the bank, he sought refuge in her company. That was his second mistake, the first being to let her free and not claim the reward on her head.

But that was all in the past, and a story for someone who would care to hear it. For now, they approached the guards at the Dread Gate. When they accosted the two, Emma Heen was the one to answer, "He's got little choice in the matter. I'm here to turn him over. No questions asked." He was somewhat surprised by her unwillingness to profit from his slavery directly. Then again, such a dealing would leave a trail back to her. Besides, she'd profited well enough off of his belongings and properties.

Emma smiled wolfishly at the women in front of her, "He's been a slave before, he's good at it. Enjoy, ladies."

So, if Emma was allowed to walk away and back toward the harbour that held the galley that brought her forth, she'd leave them with Woe, who kept his gaze on the floor in front of him, though through the periphery he kept his attention on the Naerrik in front of him.

[Nymph]

"What a strange lady," the guard remarked as she held onto the chain that was attached to Woe's wristlets. The other guard shrugged, reaching over to pull the chain and bring Woe closer. She was shorter than he was, but her muscles stood out. Even though he would win in a fair fight, he was at a disadvantage with his chains.

"He seems strong. He'll do the city well. He might even win me some money if I bet on him at the slave fights. I think he could do well."

"I'd take a Txapeldun over him any day. This man probably doesn't know what real fighting is. That woman screamed Northerner. They play by the rules up there. This man knows nothing of real fighting."

"Aye," The short woman smiled up at him, able to catch a good look at him while he looked down. "You know nothing. Soon, you will know everything. Survival. Darkness. Maybe you will even come to find what you have always wanted in this city. Who knows. Do learn to win. I will be betting on you."

The chain jingled again as the guard handed it over to a slaver that had just arrived. She looked at the new stock with a smile. A tug commanded him to move forward. Together, slaver and slave passed through the massive stone archway. The depictions of a ship entering the cave could be seen. Men that were free were soon enslaved and forced to work on the great city. Slave groveled and beautifully carved women elevated themselves higher and higher upon the stone arches. A mural of their history.

"Have fun!" The shorter slave chortled, giggling as he disappeared deeper into the cavern.

Woe Entry

Congratulations on choosing to give up your freedom for adventure within Augiery! Based on your Character Sheet, you have already liquidated your belongings and have accepted your role as a slave. I am so glad that you have decided to join us!

I am also giving you the following knowledges for your post here. Please place [NH] next to them to show that I was the one that gave them to you.

• Location: Sarraski
  Location: Augiery
  Location: Beldistorio
  The Txerriak: Slave Population of Augiery
  The Txerriak: Black Collars

Congratulations again and welcome to Augiery. We are going to have some fun.

[Rafael Warrick]

Rafael Warrick, 1st Saun 717

The ship had sailed for Ne'haer, the only place he'd ever been outside of Rynmere, and the only place where he'd be safe from Xander's vengeance. For the first two trials, all had gone well, but on the third, a vast ship had loomed on the horizon, carrying a flag whose symbol he hadn't recognized. The Captain had, and his panicked reaction spoke volumes. All the sails had been let down, every bit of extraneous weight had been thrown overboard to speed up the ship. To no avail. The horde of female pirates boasted two galleons, nothing the elegant schooner, equipped for travel, could withstand. They had hopped aboard, roaring battlecries in their native tongue, overwhelming the sailors with superior numbers and skill. He'd stood his ground and managed a few nasty cuts against a small but brave Naer who proved to be his equal in fighting prowess, much to her agitation. Perhaps he could have defeated her if the uneven footing of the deck hadn't hindered him. Soon enough, the last resistance was either killed or surrendered, and Rafael had no intention of joining the former group.

His coin they could take, he could start a new life somewhere else and rebuild his fortune. But when they took the sword from him, they might as well have chopped off a limb. It wasn't just any sword. It was the one his father had given to him, and it was his only tie back to Rynmere. He'd watched with a pained expression as the heirloom was taken away and thrown onto the pile of looted arms and armour.

The many trials that followed were long and harsh in equal measure. The Naer, as they turned out to be called, were hard and vicious cunts, one more cruel than the next. The captives were set to work on the decks, man the sails, and the most handsome among them was sent down to meet the captain. He'd looked bewildered by the time he returned and Rafael wondered what had transpired.

As Augiery drew nearer, his fate became increasingly clear, they were lower than pets now, lower than servants even. If he was to escape, he'd have to do it before they reached the city. But when he woke one night, determined to reclaim his blade and cut a sloop loose, a withered hand restrained him. It was the captain of the schooner who explained, in hushed tones, that such endeavour was entirely pointless, for even if he managed to escape, the Naer would make it a sport to find and recapture him. And what would happen after that, he left up to the young noble's imagination.

And so he arrived in Augiery at last, a fresh face yet untarnished by age, but no less morose looking because of it. On the advise of the schooner's captain he'd kept his mouth shut for the vast majority of the journey and he was silent as the grave when he halted in front of the Beldistorio with a heavy heart.

[Nymph]

They came back as victors. The raiders of this particular ship loaded the spoils onto smaller rafts to send down the Oceanic River, passed the Beldistorio, and directly up to the small dock in Augiery. Goods, treasures, and slave were often transported directly to Augiery in this fashion. Slaves that were not prisoners and being sold by private slavers generally went the land route. Rafael would find himself on one of this rafts, tightly crammed in with Naer sailors around the enslaved crew of the passenger ship. His captain friend had been placed on another raft, separated from his crew. Cut the head off the snake and the body withers and dies.

They would float along the Oceanic River. Rafael and his captive friends might notice them pass the Beldistorio. It looked different from the river side. The column facing them had a giant carving of Audrae herself. A shadow rose above her, more gruesome than any could imagine. It was portrayed that Audrae's shadow form was the stuff of nightmares. In the distance, a deep bellow bounced off the stone. One of the Naer mentioned something about a "dito". The language was otherwise difficult for Rafael to understand.

The docks came into view as the river broke into the incomplete circle around the column Augiery was built into. The logs pole pushed the small vessels to the docks where several guards were waiting to go through the new slave population. One in particular hoisted Rafael up by his shoulder. She was not like the other women as she was beastly and built. This woman was human and seemed to have adapted to Augiery's unique culture. That also meant she spoke Common.

"You'll need those," she stated firmly, pointing to the spare socks and undies that had been shoved in his arms earlier. Few possessions he had been permitted to keep. Something about dirty skivvies had caused the Naer to pause. The human woman smiled, revealing two rows of filed teeth. They had been manicured to points, much like the deadly shark. "Of course, those that have might make those that have not jealous. I bet you'll be someone's bitch by nightfall."

The woman hooted as she pushed him along to another guard. In the process, she gave him a lively slap on the back before the other guard unceremoniously clasped his wristlets and collar on.

Rafael Entry

Congratulations on choosing to give up your freedom for adventure within Augiery! Please adjust your character sheet to reflect that your nel has been removed and your only belongs are as follows: beige cotton shirt, 5x cotton black undergarments, 5x cotton black socks, leather thigh boots, and black wool trousers. Your nel has been added to the treasury and your weapons and armor have gone to the Vault of Arms.

I am also giving you the following knowledges for your post here. Please place [NH] next to them to show that I was the one that gave them to you.

• Location: Sarraski
  Location: Augiery
  Location: Beldistorio
  The Txerriak: Slave Population of Augiery
  The Txerriak: Black Collars

Congratulations again and welcome to Augiery. We are going to have some fun.

[Va'saeii]

2nd of Saun, Arc 717

Va'saeii stood and looked at the huge stone gate before him, the entrance to some sort of hell hole now doubt. He had hated Sirothelle and he was sure he would not like it much more here. His pause was stopped as his Naerrik captor pushed him forwards to continue the walk into the darkness. He had already been stripped of his belongings all that remained on his person were his old worn clothes. This seemed to speed up the process as without struggle he accepted his fate.

One of the female guards clamped the black wrist cuffs around his forearms and then the neck collar on too. Her hand lingers and ran over his cheak as a wicked smile came over her features. "What a pretty face." Her sharp nail scraped against his skin as a cruel giggle escaped her lips and she continued onto the next prisoner behind him. He had not realised he was holding his breath until she'd moved and he let out the air in a heavy exhale.

The red haired slave looked ahead of him and waited until he and the rest of his group were ready and instructed to move, he kept completely silent during the process. Although he did not know what to expect from the city of Augiery he was certain that not causing a scene was for the best, the place could not be that different from others that it was not best to keep your trap shut.

With the sudden jolt of the group and order to move, Va'saeii began to walk, passing through the great archway and out onto the bridge. As he came through the archway he studied the many artworks that covered the stone surface. Carvings of war and triumph, women slaying hundreds of men and taking just as many as slaves. He imagined there was some story to the works but he could not decipher it.

Then came the huge cavity before him and the sound of the running water below being what caught his attention. He had never even considered the possibility of rivers underground. Finally his hazel eyes settled on the city itself, rising from the bottom of the cavern and up to the top. His heart began to race as he looked at the place, fire light licking the stone in a way that could only be described as intimidating.

He inhaled one last gulp of what felt like fresh air with complete certainty it would be the last he would ever get.