[IC] The Party
The guests and most of their attendants were silent, mostly intent upon the upcoming culmination of this endeavor, the expenditure of a significant portion of their fortune in exchange at another lifetime. Except, of course the Dublinai merchant, who gave a tight lipped smile when Marius took his nasty wound, that turned into a grimace as Marius struck the fatal counter-blow.
The doddering old merchant prince whispered something to Gaja. He had to rise and move over to do it, though.
The guards were watching for treachery and theft, but at least the slaves of the place seemed interested in the contest... disapproving frowns came from the automaton and the fae, who's eyes seemed to find one another for a brief moment in their disapproval.
Still, Laiser rose to give a polite applause, and once he did, the entire household joined in. After all, the Lord of Bargains thought himself nothing if not a polite host. But the applause did not last long, and soon the guards and guests were clearing away everyone in the party from the center of the room.
The slave who had been assigned for the evening to Marius took one look at his wounds. "He needs medical attention, and if he moves much, he will bleed out."
Laiser shrugged. "Scholar, tend to his wounds. I want him to live a long life. I think I will use him to breed more slaves. Yes, he will have many children?" He smirked.
The Dublinai merchant hid a grimace from his face and said nothing.
"Also, the howler stays. She amuses me."
The merchant's face became even more ashen, and his hand raised to his heart, and his voice let out a short, wordless anguished cry. Laiser's eyes shone momentarily gold, and his smile was momentarily robbed of anything human.
"Be thankful. I could have insisted we use her for the ritual." He pointed at the Dublinai and the Visso Merchant, accusingly. "Neither of your gifts were sufficient, compared with the three magnificent treasures brought to me tonight. Taking something of value should square us."
Which was odd in the Dublinai Merchant's case, for he had not brought Marius. However, the wizened Patrian of the Great Houses who HAD brought him said nothing: Marius's fate did not matter to him, so long as he was out of Patria's way. He shrugged. "He's yours."
The remaining attendants and Laiser's servants, even the guards, left the building, remaining outside with the doors closed, other than the grim faced man who had issued the warning earlier. More men who looked strikingly similar to him, with the same dead eyed expression marched in.
From behind Laiser, a large door opened, and a grinning doctor brought out a young slave who had clearly been tortured, his body flayed with a whip and clearly expertly beaten with a club so that the young man could barely walk. His right hand had not been touched. The doctor, with patience and an angelic smile, helped the young man up onto the dais.
Laiser stood forth, and placed his palm upon the center of the scales. The lights immediately dimmed, and all the opulence of the room previously drained out of it as the room was filled with baleful shadows.
One by one, a
"Xerxes Tobin Flavius, Approach" The aged visso merchant looked over at Gaja, and simply mouthed a breathless "I'm sorry" before shuffling towards the scale. The already aged man seemed to have aged an additional 10 years, and it took some time for him to make his way across the large room and climb atop the chamber. The doctor assisted him as well.
Laiser began speaking in an ancient tongue, which reverberated throughout the room in countless languages. Each in the room hears his words in their own, native language, in perfect clarity.
The conversation lists.. contract terms? There are no magic words, no invocations to ancient forgotten gods. No, what is said is as cold and simple as any trader might declare. The guest promises to bring all he has brought in Tribute to Laiser, in exchange to be made young again, and promises not to mention the secrets of the ritual today. Is this agreed?
Xerxes said "I give it all up... including my rose." He said, remaining on the platform.
Then the slave is asked if he was willing to give up all his years, for nothing. You can see the defiance on his face, but then he looks back at the grinning doctor, who points back at the door to the room he just came from. There were worse things than death.
"I agree, to surrender all my years."
After a short delay, a thunderous voice called. "The Bargain is Made." After a few moments, the slave writhes and falls. By the time he strikes the floor, he is a mass of skin and bones. The merchant vanishes, replaced by a (very skinny, grey haired) man less than half his age. His clothes no longer fit properly, and he looks utterly shocked, dazed at the sudden physical transformation taken over him, but it's clear he's younger. After a few moments, he collapses. The doctor laughs as he catches the man, and one of the guards escort him outside.
This process repeats 4 more times. None of the slaves are as injured as the first, though their eyes were utterly devoid of hope.
Once the last guest is dragged, unconcious from the room, Laiser addresses all in the room.
"I must attend to my departing guests. Remain here until the guests depart the island. The guards will remain directly outside. Scholar, if there's any trouble, call me immediately. The guards are directly outside the doors."
He turned to Gaja, and Marius.
"I am not expecting trouble from either of you. Don't worry, I won't give you to the doctor, and I'm uninterested in your charms, but I haven't had a bard here in some time. Sleep. Or chat. It matters not. Enjoy the food and wine if you wish.
Just do not try and leave or damage my property. I will KNOW if these things happen, and I will be.. displeased."
With that, Laiser leaves.
OOC - I'm trying to move this along so that we can get to the game. This scene will continue in soft RP mode for your reactions. I'll start up a new thread tomorrow with the actual game portion.
I do not recommend you escape immediately. You'll have a chance later tonight. Marius needs a few hours of rest and some medical attention if he's not going to die from blood loss.
This message was last edited by the GM at 07:38, Tue 09 Oct 2018.