In a dark corridor, in the slave pens, a gray and disheveled middle-aged man slowly makes his way, his path illuminated by the light of the wall torches cascading off the damp moldy cracked cobblestone walls barely allowing his rat like features to be visible under the dark hole ridden cloak draped over his head and body. The man leisurely approaches a huge door, warped the wood almost distorted out of its original shape barely fitting in the confines of the frame it was all but bursting out off.
Knock, Knock, Knock. "Sir," a sniveling voice calls out only to be met with silences. "Sir" the voice calls out again this time but a little louder accompanied be a familiar, knock, knock, knock, this time a little louder. after the brief silence that ensues is broken by muffled groaning which quickly dissipates. KNOCK! KNOCK! "SIR," almost shouting at this point but clearly restrained by its owner.
"Enter!" a commanding boorish voice calls out, causing the ragged man to flinch. walking through the door with eerie creaking announcing his entrance. unlike the eerie exterior, the furnished innards of the slave master's quarters were beautifully decorated or at least it would be if not for the various finely crafted clothing was strewn across the floor and the mountain of empty bottles and cutlery, like jagged trash mountains decorating the crimson sea that is the carpet. the walls lit by the various standing candles dotted around, illuminating the decrpid unused piano in the corner; the large portrait of a dashing young man holding an ornated longsword with a devilish look in his eyes baring his teeth like a jackle with what one can only assume is supposed to be a smile.
Directly below was another middle-aged man, wearing an ill fitting waistcoat clearly unable to mask his enlarged stomach, disheveled hair and dirty stubble sprouting from his chin, eyes of a mad beast, Sharpe teeth formed into a sadistic smile as he said. "I thought I told you never to wake me at this time, you do remember what happened last time?" he chuckles. "No! Please don't master it's jus" before the servant could finish what he was saying, the other man raises his right hand, archs of black lightning enveloping it and the runic symbol on the back glowing an eerie shade of crimson red. the ragged mand clapses to the writhing in pain "Ma Ma Master ple se" he begs. nonchalantly withdrawing his hand as if nothing had happened, "Fine, you have 5 seconds to convince me that you deserve leniency". "master it's just," cut off again by his master"4". "What happened the 5?" "3!" "But master, she's giving birth," the servant said with fear in his eyes and voice, visibly frightened. "why should I care?" Clearly perturbed by what he had just heard "because it's your child!?" "1". The servant's body begins to pulse red and black, horrific screaming can be heard all the way in the slave huts.
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"Push Laurel, push," currently a young woman with dark brown hair and fair skin is giving birth in one of the slave pens, accompanied by a young man a couple of years her junior barely a man in his own right. shouting words of encouragement, "Come on laurel, just a little more I can see the head". with one final push the child is finally birthed. "It's a boy!" "Laurel its a boy!" "Laurel? looking up from the newborn his face dropped, "Laurel?" he rushes over and checks her vitals, tears welling up in his eyes. He rushes outside and screams at the top of lungs "Laaauuurrrreeeelllll!" the sound of his voice getting swallowed by the howls of the wind.
Looking at the newborn in his arms he whispers softly" listen here little fella, your mommy cant look after you any more, but you've still got me your uncle Chester, just you and me kid," he stops talking and thinks for a second, "I think I'll call you Rize, hopefully you can rise out of this place" he chuckles at his own terrible pun and walks back inside the shabby wooden hut.