Post by cerasri on Nov 1, 2011 20:00:45 GMT -5
Curious to see what inspired the plot itself? Then look no further~ =D
THREE WISHES (the original title >.>)
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Eyes shut; Ieuan resisted the urge to tremble, quailing against the bars of his cell like a wounded child. Of course, that’s what he was, wasn’t he? A wounded child? At only fourteen, the boy was young, even for the slave rings where most had to be at least sixteen to enter. Most considered those under the age to be little more than wailing babes, but of course, Ieuan’s old master hadn’t cared for that- no, not when the boy had gotten too big, too old, for his set of….tastes.
If there was one thing the master of Goldsbloom was known for it was his distinct tastes- tastes that thankfully, Ieuan had grown out of. He could still remember the silent hush of he and the other children, slave and servant alike, as the man walked into the room, sweet and oh so kind as he rubbed a seemingly gentle hand against a trembling head of hair. That was nothing but a façade, Ieuan thought with a shudder, tightening his hands about the bars of his cage only to tremble anew. A façade that hid a demon- Ieuan could still remember when he had been taken to Master Goldsbloom’s quarters- that was a night he was sure not to forget.
He could still feel the pain even now, sharp and burning as well as the horror and biting betrayal- why, why had master done this? Didn’t he love them?! Shuddering at the mere thought, Ieuan buried his face into his outstretched arms, shaking and resisting the urge to retch.
All around him muted murmurs of pain and outrage and silent sobs rang loud, broken and crying and it was all Ieuan could do not to mimic the sound. Guards walked through, their heavy boots a loud staccato against the grime covered floors of the slave market. Splayed out on the ground like he was, with his head tilted to the side and cheek pressing into the mushy filth beneath him, Ieuan could see the sharp, shining points of nobles’ shoes as they made their ways across the upper ramps far above him- they wouldn’t come this low, not this deep into the slave quarters. They had servants for that- no need to dirty their feet and spirits with something as pathetic as the slave rings.
Shuddering and then picking himself up, Ieuan rubbed grimy fists across his face, smearing dirt and waste alike as he attempted to clean himself up slightly, if only for the sort of comfort only a clean face could offer. Of course, it hadn’t worked, the cleaning that is, and he ended up dirtier than before, little more than a tiny street urchin in a cell all his own. He was lucky for that, Ieuan supposed, scooting back further until his back rested against the bars on the rear of the cell, where the food flap was located.
Most newcomers weren’t given cells of their own, instead tossed into the pits with another thirty of their fellows, clawing and scratching for food. He at least, had his own meager shares, no need to fight or quarrel over it, not when it was his and his alone. Curling into a ball, Ieuan sighed, grimy hands tangled in equally grimy blonde hair before he released the knotted locks to slump dismally against the bars once more, back angled where the reaching hands of the other slaves couldn’t get him, and it was there, curled against the bars like that, that Ieuan saw him.
The man who entered was tall, with broad shoulders and the clean shaven face typical of the upper class, the shadowy figure of a guard behind him. Dark blue silk covered the man’s chest, and his legs were clothed in dark cotton- the typical finery of a higher servant.
“This is the boy? The one from Goldsbloom?"
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“Oscar, Oscar, why must we enter here? It smells filthy.” Looking annoyed as he picked up his boot from the filth beneath it, Nicholas looked towards his retainer, all but oblivious towards the aggrieved grimace the man shot towards him.
“That’s because it is filthy my Lord. And we are here to get you a new servant.” Stepping delicately among the twisted boards of wood, Oscar stepped forward; glancing back every now and then to make sure his young charge was following along. Reaching the guard station a midways in, Oscar gave a bow in greeting, low enough to be proper but high enough to show his class and straightened to look at the man inside it, a thin rat like man with a stringy beard, mud brown in color, which only seemed to reinforce his rather rodent like qualities.
The man merely snorted, a squeaking sort of sound much like a rat being stepped on before he glanced towards Oscar and the young Nicholas behind him, no doubt taking in the gold finery and crisp, clean fabrics that only those of the noble houses could afford. That at the very least had the man sitting up straight, brows perked up and teeth bared in a grin that spread from ear to ear.
“Why hello there my lords! Have you come to make a purchase today? We have quite the nice stock – a new lot just came in from the Southern Islands, exotic ones them are, m’lord, with dark skin and honey hair- quite a pretty set if I do say myself.”
Oscar in reply merely frowned. “Indeed.” He murmured, reaching out a hand to grasp Nicholas’s shoulder as the youth made an attempt to peer into the darker confines of the guard post, further inside where the steps to the slave rings themselves would be located.
“Oscar, Oscar, I want a boy my own age- no girls- Cissy would take them all from me you know.”
Ignoring Nicholas’s babble in favor of turning towards the guard once more, Oscar gave a smile that was little more than a sneer. “It is as the young lord says. We are not searching for some pretty little trinkets…merely a playmate. That is…” Oscar murmured slowly, tilting his head to the side and pushing a lock of auburn hair away from his eyes with a brush of his hand, “If you have any of those.”
In reply, the guard merely grinned, lips spread wide in an action that seemed to show every blackened tooth in his mouth. “Well, you’re just in luck m’lords- we got a new boy in just a week ago, scrawny thing though. From Goldsbloom.” Tapping his fingers against the hard oak in front of him, the guard smiled. “Fancy you’d be wanting to see him, eh?”
Perking up and pulling Oscar away from the guard with a grin, Nicholas nodded his head enthusiastically, doing his best to catch his manservant’s attention, having all but forgotten his previous disgust and annoyance. “Yes! A boy, right? Splendid! I’ve always wanted to have a boy of my own! Oscar, Oscar we must see him!”
“Mm…quite.” Doing his best to ignore the racket his young charge was making, Oscar placed a calming hand upon the boy’s head, and turned back towards the guard once more with a slight quirk of his lip before turning once again towards Nicholas, wincing slightly as the youth’s shouting increased in pitch. “Quiet My Lord- you must…be calm.” Still smiling with little more than a slight twitch of his eyebrows to show his annoyance, Oscar turned back towards the guard once more. “If you please, I’d like you to guide me to survey the boy.”
“Gotta make sure he’s good for your master, aye?” Giving a cackle that sounded more like a cough than anything else the guard leered, jabbing his thumb towards Nicholas’s direction even as he grabbed a key off the platform before him and began to make his way towards the door behind him. “And the young lord, my guess is he’ll be staying here?”
Quirking a brow, Oscar inclined his head. “Of course.” He began to say only to be stopped as Nicholas shook his head, hands on hips and an imperious pout perched upon his mouth.
“No I shall not! I want to see the boy as well! He will be mine after all!”
Gritting his teeth at the sound, Oscar smiled once more, though the expression was more strained than kind. “Indeed…but my Lord, going further will be much, much filthier…think of all the germs and mud crawling around in the slave rings…”
Lips tilting further as a frightened look came onto Nicholas’s face as the thirteen year old noble took a step back, Oscar inclined his head once. “As I thought. Wait here my lord- we shall be back in a second.”
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“This is the boy? The one from Goldsbloom?”
Grimacing as the guard to his back moved forward to lean over his shoulders; Oscar frowned and stared at the boy in the cell, cowering against the back wall like a cornered rabbit.
“Aye, that’s the one. Filthy little thing isn’t he? Haven’t had the time to bathe him just yet...”
Waving off the guard’s statement, Oscar couldn’t help but concur with the man’s rambling. The boy was indeed covered in filth- muddy from head to toe. Even the boy’s hair was covered in muck, though threads of blonde peeked from beneath the dirt laden strands.
“Hmm. What breed is he?”
“Ah, I’d say he’s northern mountain tribe at the best- Goldsbloom breeds ‘em pretty. Know how that man is eh? There’s a blonde underneath all that muck…and those eyes‘re green. That’s mountain folk right enough…..”
Oscar paused, covering his mouth with a handkerchief. Mountain folk eh? That meant the boy would most likely rebel. Mountain folk didn’t take well to being caged. Oscar sneered, hiding it behind his handkerchief. Filthy beasts they were, mountain folk. Little more than animals. Narrowing his eyes at the child, Oscar frowned before looking towards the smiling guard.
“Have you no other boys?”
“Mm…none sir- not a one. We don’t take ‘em to young ‘ere.”
“I suppose then, that you’ll get no others in stock?”
“Most likely not m’lord. Goldsbloom sells them to different dealers. We were lucky to get even this one.” The smile on the other man’s face was almost visibly slimy and Oscar grimaced.
“Ah.” He murmured. “I suppose then, this one will cost…”
“300 gold.”
THREE WISHES (the original title >.>)
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Eyes shut; Ieuan resisted the urge to tremble, quailing against the bars of his cell like a wounded child. Of course, that’s what he was, wasn’t he? A wounded child? At only fourteen, the boy was young, even for the slave rings where most had to be at least sixteen to enter. Most considered those under the age to be little more than wailing babes, but of course, Ieuan’s old master hadn’t cared for that- no, not when the boy had gotten too big, too old, for his set of….tastes.
If there was one thing the master of Goldsbloom was known for it was his distinct tastes- tastes that thankfully, Ieuan had grown out of. He could still remember the silent hush of he and the other children, slave and servant alike, as the man walked into the room, sweet and oh so kind as he rubbed a seemingly gentle hand against a trembling head of hair. That was nothing but a façade, Ieuan thought with a shudder, tightening his hands about the bars of his cage only to tremble anew. A façade that hid a demon- Ieuan could still remember when he had been taken to Master Goldsbloom’s quarters- that was a night he was sure not to forget.
He could still feel the pain even now, sharp and burning as well as the horror and biting betrayal- why, why had master done this? Didn’t he love them?! Shuddering at the mere thought, Ieuan buried his face into his outstretched arms, shaking and resisting the urge to retch.
All around him muted murmurs of pain and outrage and silent sobs rang loud, broken and crying and it was all Ieuan could do not to mimic the sound. Guards walked through, their heavy boots a loud staccato against the grime covered floors of the slave market. Splayed out on the ground like he was, with his head tilted to the side and cheek pressing into the mushy filth beneath him, Ieuan could see the sharp, shining points of nobles’ shoes as they made their ways across the upper ramps far above him- they wouldn’t come this low, not this deep into the slave quarters. They had servants for that- no need to dirty their feet and spirits with something as pathetic as the slave rings.
Shuddering and then picking himself up, Ieuan rubbed grimy fists across his face, smearing dirt and waste alike as he attempted to clean himself up slightly, if only for the sort of comfort only a clean face could offer. Of course, it hadn’t worked, the cleaning that is, and he ended up dirtier than before, little more than a tiny street urchin in a cell all his own. He was lucky for that, Ieuan supposed, scooting back further until his back rested against the bars on the rear of the cell, where the food flap was located.
Most newcomers weren’t given cells of their own, instead tossed into the pits with another thirty of their fellows, clawing and scratching for food. He at least, had his own meager shares, no need to fight or quarrel over it, not when it was his and his alone. Curling into a ball, Ieuan sighed, grimy hands tangled in equally grimy blonde hair before he released the knotted locks to slump dismally against the bars once more, back angled where the reaching hands of the other slaves couldn’t get him, and it was there, curled against the bars like that, that Ieuan saw him.
The man who entered was tall, with broad shoulders and the clean shaven face typical of the upper class, the shadowy figure of a guard behind him. Dark blue silk covered the man’s chest, and his legs were clothed in dark cotton- the typical finery of a higher servant.
“This is the boy? The one from Goldsbloom?"
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“Oscar, Oscar, why must we enter here? It smells filthy.” Looking annoyed as he picked up his boot from the filth beneath it, Nicholas looked towards his retainer, all but oblivious towards the aggrieved grimace the man shot towards him.
“That’s because it is filthy my Lord. And we are here to get you a new servant.” Stepping delicately among the twisted boards of wood, Oscar stepped forward; glancing back every now and then to make sure his young charge was following along. Reaching the guard station a midways in, Oscar gave a bow in greeting, low enough to be proper but high enough to show his class and straightened to look at the man inside it, a thin rat like man with a stringy beard, mud brown in color, which only seemed to reinforce his rather rodent like qualities.
The man merely snorted, a squeaking sort of sound much like a rat being stepped on before he glanced towards Oscar and the young Nicholas behind him, no doubt taking in the gold finery and crisp, clean fabrics that only those of the noble houses could afford. That at the very least had the man sitting up straight, brows perked up and teeth bared in a grin that spread from ear to ear.
“Why hello there my lords! Have you come to make a purchase today? We have quite the nice stock – a new lot just came in from the Southern Islands, exotic ones them are, m’lord, with dark skin and honey hair- quite a pretty set if I do say myself.”
Oscar in reply merely frowned. “Indeed.” He murmured, reaching out a hand to grasp Nicholas’s shoulder as the youth made an attempt to peer into the darker confines of the guard post, further inside where the steps to the slave rings themselves would be located.
“Oscar, Oscar, I want a boy my own age- no girls- Cissy would take them all from me you know.”
Ignoring Nicholas’s babble in favor of turning towards the guard once more, Oscar gave a smile that was little more than a sneer. “It is as the young lord says. We are not searching for some pretty little trinkets…merely a playmate. That is…” Oscar murmured slowly, tilting his head to the side and pushing a lock of auburn hair away from his eyes with a brush of his hand, “If you have any of those.”
In reply, the guard merely grinned, lips spread wide in an action that seemed to show every blackened tooth in his mouth. “Well, you’re just in luck m’lords- we got a new boy in just a week ago, scrawny thing though. From Goldsbloom.” Tapping his fingers against the hard oak in front of him, the guard smiled. “Fancy you’d be wanting to see him, eh?”
Perking up and pulling Oscar away from the guard with a grin, Nicholas nodded his head enthusiastically, doing his best to catch his manservant’s attention, having all but forgotten his previous disgust and annoyance. “Yes! A boy, right? Splendid! I’ve always wanted to have a boy of my own! Oscar, Oscar we must see him!”
“Mm…quite.” Doing his best to ignore the racket his young charge was making, Oscar placed a calming hand upon the boy’s head, and turned back towards the guard once more with a slight quirk of his lip before turning once again towards Nicholas, wincing slightly as the youth’s shouting increased in pitch. “Quiet My Lord- you must…be calm.” Still smiling with little more than a slight twitch of his eyebrows to show his annoyance, Oscar turned back towards the guard once more. “If you please, I’d like you to guide me to survey the boy.”
“Gotta make sure he’s good for your master, aye?” Giving a cackle that sounded more like a cough than anything else the guard leered, jabbing his thumb towards Nicholas’s direction even as he grabbed a key off the platform before him and began to make his way towards the door behind him. “And the young lord, my guess is he’ll be staying here?”
Quirking a brow, Oscar inclined his head. “Of course.” He began to say only to be stopped as Nicholas shook his head, hands on hips and an imperious pout perched upon his mouth.
“No I shall not! I want to see the boy as well! He will be mine after all!”
Gritting his teeth at the sound, Oscar smiled once more, though the expression was more strained than kind. “Indeed…but my Lord, going further will be much, much filthier…think of all the germs and mud crawling around in the slave rings…”
Lips tilting further as a frightened look came onto Nicholas’s face as the thirteen year old noble took a step back, Oscar inclined his head once. “As I thought. Wait here my lord- we shall be back in a second.”
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“This is the boy? The one from Goldsbloom?”
Grimacing as the guard to his back moved forward to lean over his shoulders; Oscar frowned and stared at the boy in the cell, cowering against the back wall like a cornered rabbit.
“Aye, that’s the one. Filthy little thing isn’t he? Haven’t had the time to bathe him just yet...”
Waving off the guard’s statement, Oscar couldn’t help but concur with the man’s rambling. The boy was indeed covered in filth- muddy from head to toe. Even the boy’s hair was covered in muck, though threads of blonde peeked from beneath the dirt laden strands.
“Hmm. What breed is he?”
“Ah, I’d say he’s northern mountain tribe at the best- Goldsbloom breeds ‘em pretty. Know how that man is eh? There’s a blonde underneath all that muck…and those eyes‘re green. That’s mountain folk right enough…..”
Oscar paused, covering his mouth with a handkerchief. Mountain folk eh? That meant the boy would most likely rebel. Mountain folk didn’t take well to being caged. Oscar sneered, hiding it behind his handkerchief. Filthy beasts they were, mountain folk. Little more than animals. Narrowing his eyes at the child, Oscar frowned before looking towards the smiling guard.
“Have you no other boys?”
“Mm…none sir- not a one. We don’t take ‘em to young ‘ere.”
“I suppose then, that you’ll get no others in stock?”
“Most likely not m’lord. Goldsbloom sells them to different dealers. We were lucky to get even this one.” The smile on the other man’s face was almost visibly slimy and Oscar grimaced.
“Ah.” He murmured. “I suppose then, this one will cost…”
“300 gold.”
-This was an all human medieval-fantasy-ish plot-Ieuan was actually the prototype for Gold~
-Oscar was a servant rather than the son of the Goldsbloom head
-The Goldsbloom Head was originally a pedo
-Cecilia Whitestag was actually Nicholas's older sister
-Oscar was a servant rather than the son of the Goldsbloom head
-The Goldsbloom Head was originally a pedo
-Cecilia Whitestag was actually Nicholas's older sister