Alex Randal
Job: Master Artificer and occasionally contracted combatant
Race: Dragon-Blooded Human
Bio: To be filled as we progress
Appearance:
Erami'lara Uthilamina
Job: Formerly Elven Enchantress and soldier now a slave for Alex
Race: Celestial Elf
Bio: Erami'lara, despite her respectable origins, has had a life full of strife. She quickly grew in conflict with many members of her family because she disagreed with the common elven disgust for the other races, claiming they could learn much from a broader perspective. With that said, she is still very proud and protective of her elven heritage, quick to leap to the defense of her people. Her father, the current patriarch of the house, utilized this against her, using his sway to enlist her village's guard, of whom she was a member, into the war with the humans, believing that having direct experience with humans would ruin her view of them, and thus allow her to rejoin 'polite society.'
Of course, the war did not go as anyone expect. The combined might of the vast majority of the world, the largest army ever recorded, descended the humans... And were utterly destroyed. The elves, whom used their high mobility to push the perceived advantage, were almost wiped out by the human counter attack, being the one of the first forces to be engaged. Erami'lara, however, with her skill as a war enchantress managed to buy enough time for a significant portion of her unit to retreat, before escaping herself.
Her homecoming was not a happy one. Her uncle, a veteran from the last war with the humans, and the unit commander was missing, presumed dead, yet Erami'lara didn't change her mind, even going so far as saying that this could have been avoided by not joining the war against the humans, or at least not succumbing to the bloodlust and struggling to get to the first. The cold looks she was given turned to open hostility, despite her continued defense of her village, something that became increasingly desperate with the increased raiding and absents of guards. When the Elven elders finally submitted to the humans in exchange for defense, they were quick to sacrifice her to the hated humans, cursing and jeering at her as she was paraded out of her home along with the rest of the soon to be slaves.
Appearance:
Brand of Ownership: Intricate collar with his personal emblem on the back. He's a master artificer, no matter how he acquired his slave, she shall wear his brand with pride.
Enchantments: Clear Rune, Stamina Rune, and Sorcerer Rune. She'll need a clear mind and some magical skills to help him with his work. Oh and the lab needs a lot of cleaning so she'll need some decent stamina too.
Clothing Articles: Worker Drags and Formal.
Her worker drags are a pair of sturdy boots, simple baggy brown pants, a plain grey long sleeve shirt, and an apron.
Her formal wear is this dress:
Her living quarters is going to be the master bedroom since he wants to keep her close.
Opening:
Erami'lara was being led through a well organized, and obviously government handled, slave market. She remembered more of how she got here with each step towards what would be her cell while she waited to be sold. Her Uncle ordering the execution of captured Draconic soldiers, and her attempt at saving some of them lead to her being shunned in her village. The loss of the war had rendered her town like many of the other Elven towns almost defenseless. Rather than slowly watching their village be pillaged and women raped into destruction, they accepted an offer for help from the Draconic Nation. The only cost was the surrender of at least five former soldiers. Erami'lara and her former team-mates were the ones chosen. She was the first one with everyone practically cheering when she left, but they all wept for the other soldiers. Their travel didn't take long and she found herself inside a large sorting room. Soon to be slaves were sorted by a number that they were handed upon stepping off the odd mechanical vehicle that had taken them from their homes and then lead off to other rooms. She was handed the number four and directed to a door. With no other choice she began walking, and noticed that none of the guards here were speaking common. They were speaking Draconic, the language that kept most soldier up at night. Nobody besides them spoke it, and they had proven they were worth fearing. She quickened her pace and soon reached the door. A guard standing next to it took her number and practically pushed her in. From there she only heard two phrases in common "Take off all your clothes and hold your breath." and "Put on these clothes and follow the guards." The process that she went under was very simple: stripped of her armor and underwear, washed off with hoses and luke-warm water, dried off by wind magic, given a pair of panties, loose pants, and what looked like a single piece of cloth for her chest. Some of the girls hard trouble with the clothe and quite a few others only had their nipples covered by it. Erami'lara was lucky in that her B-cup chest seemed to fit it perfectly. And that is how she reached the situation she was in. Now she was being pushed into a cage and left, but not long after the door closed an elf in Draconic clothing walked up to her. He spoke in fluent Elvish. "So miss Erami'lara, do you have any questions?"