Recent content by Adilet Duha

Cato | Ishmael The sand-elf comfortably sat nearest the bard, a proper place for an exhausted individual who still needs to fully mingle with the generous crowd. Most of the faces were unfamiliar, and she was still acclimating to her current position. Thoughtfully, she rubbed the barely-there...

Adilet felt the heat of destruction on her back as they escaped. She would have taken a few other things from the treasure tent if she had had enough hands and arms. Her master had hoarded all types of histories some would have loved to delve into, most of which she figured were just replicas of...

Ishmael Adilet was handed a choice she had been grasping at for so long. It now felt surreal having it displayed before her for her choosing. If she were taken somewhere and left to go wild, then she would be able to visit her clan and demand they pay for their transgressions against her. The...

Ishmael It earned them some trust, a tentative little thread that bound them together with understanding. She never had to stand on the slave block and see the world around her contort into something dark and violent. From the stories that other slaves have told her, it was a terror to be bid...

Ishmael There was so much promise in what the man offered and gave to the slaves. She wasn't particularly close to any of them, but she had heard their stories and was empathetic to their cause. Most of the slaves had been sold into their position for various reasons ranging from families...

Ishmael There was simply no time to sit and mewl over her circumstances. Her pride had kept her eyes dry, yet this bubble in her chest threatened to burst. Slavery is not an oddity; it's a long story that kept children behaving and adults diligent. Only once, at a very young age, she finally...

Ishmael And within seconds, it was all over. The man who had bought her, tortured her, dared to threaten her very being because he used coin to buy it - gone. A myriad of emotions threatened to boil over as her position in life has now changed, leaving her unshackled with freedom so temptingly...

Ishmael Adilet winced as her feet tenderly danced across the glass and whatever finery they threw at her. It would have been preferable if they attacked her with flowers or different, softer prizes; at least appreciate the fact she was still an acrobat in this terrible situation. If she did...

Ishmael The laughter of men echoed through the tents, shaking the poles and causing the elaborate fabrics to wave. Her Master was not one to shy away from his proclaimed wealth; each tent had a variety of divisions for entertaining and comfort, the floors speckled with cushions of all sizes...