Slavery In Halyard - 06/07/05
Slavery In Halyard
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Logged RP. Participants: Dusttail the hare and Daclon the ferret. Location: Halyard Village. Time: 06/07/05
Halyard Village: West Square(#93069RJA) 15:35, 21 November 2020 (CST)15:35, 21 November 2020 (CST)15:35, 21 November 2020 (CST)~ Halyard Village 15:35, 21 November 2020 (CST)15:35, 21 November 2020 (CST)15:35, 21 November 2020 (CST) Surrounded on most sides by short, squat buildings, none any higher than two levels, the main square of this small, sea-side village is covered in a fine layer of dirt, which mostly covers the old cobble stone beneath. Many of the buildings lining the square are homes, though some are places of business - and, of course, there are the obligatory pubs. However, pubs are not the only staple of a small village, especially not this one. Scattered here and there upon sidewalks and in front of stores, various fishing nets and traps lie about, most considerably worse for wear. It's obviously a fishing village. Beyond that, a dirt road runs north and south from the square, with a small scattering of homes, and behind these, a backdrop of trees. Meanwhile, beyond the trees lies the shore.
- ~ Visible Exits: [A]ntique [S]tore [S]outhern [R]oad [H]alyard [T]avern [N]orthern [R]oad [K]nick-knack [C]at [S]hop [M]ain [S]treet [B]ack to [D]irt [P]ath
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The village of Halyard has begun to go to pot as the vermin encamped there begin to settle in. Around half a dozen prisoners have begun erecting barricades throughout the town, under the watchful eye of their guards. As Daclon looks on, slavemaster Halftail shoves and bullies the prisoners.
Dusttail is working alongside the others. About half of the workers are young hares, the other half being villagers. He moans as he helps one of his friends lift a heavy log and add it to the barricade. A particularly nasty looking rat, missing half his teeth, snaps his whip at Dusttail's paw. He yelps, almost dropping the log.
Halftail, a tall, gaunt fox with a crooked fang and battered face, glares at Dusttail as he hears him yelp, pointing his whip at him. "Ere now. You keep yor mouth shut, an keep workin'. Drop that log an' I'll give you somethin' to cry 'bout." Striding over, he shoves the other hare out of the way, grabbing Dusttail by his tunic and pulling him towards him. "Got that?"
Dusttail grimaces as the fox grabs his tunic, the dirty claws scraping his chest as well. The fox's rank breath blasts him in the face, but there is little he can do to avert his head. Swallowing nervously, he glances towards the ground. "Aye, sah. I got it."
Spitting dangerously near Dusttail's foot, Halftail shoves the young hare away from him. "Good." Expertly, he flicks the whip towards the young hare, snapping it just above his shoulder. Turning on his heel, he motions for a thin-looking ferret to come over. "Keep an eye on this one. If'n he yelps, or does anythin', teach 'im a lesson."
Dusttail attempts not to flinch, but still does slightly as the whips snaps so near his head. Eyeing Halftail warily, he turns to go back to work. The second hare joins him, and they start work on the barrier again.
Daclon leans against an already completed barrier, watching the exchanges between prisoners and the guards. He's given permission for the guards to be rough, and show the once free beasts that they have no will of their own now.
Dusttail sighs, holding a board in place as his friends hammers it down. Noticing Daclon, he keeps his head down, paying attention to his work instead of the black ferret, who unnerves him slightly. Not quite full-grown, he has certainly not been as bold or energetic as he once was.
The thin ferret whips Dusttail's back, leaving a bloody gash on the tunic. "Ye! Vork! Vork hard, or I whip ye again! Vork!" He kicks some sand at the hare, snapping his whip menacingly.
Dusttail bites his lip as the whip cuts into his back, half-tempted to strike his tormentor. Instead, he returns to work, trying to keep from groaning or crying as sweat runs into the cut on his back.
The thin ferret laughs, whipping Dusttail again. "Goot! He vorks now, ye see? He is quiet, as well! Ha!" Still laughing, he walks towards another group of prisoners.
Later:
Construction done for now, the Bloodthirsters herd the captives into the tavern, locking the door as the last ones are shoved in, and placing sentries at the door.
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