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Akasha Emberstone

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The idea might have sounded crazy talking about it weeks ago, but now that they were actually going through with it, Akasha was having to remind herself about the plan. It was all starting to come to plan, well at least it was getting there. Akasha had to ask a favor of her mentor for this, but there weren't many people she would consider attempting this feat with. There had been a known group of slave traffickers off the coast of Cathwa, that no one was keen an removing, and for years no one was keen on driving them out. That was to change, hopefully, assuming everything went to plan. What was this grand plan? Well, sell yourself into slavery and engineer a slave revolt, garnering reputation from the locals and a following with the hopes of commanding a ship; that was the hope at least. She had attempted to tug at the collar on her neck, but due to her bindings she was unable to. She looked to Kharia, her mind fighting against the swirling thoughts of their latest bedroom affair, frankly terrified of what they were about to do.

While Akasha didn't want to be the one being lead to the slave pin, Kharia had made a good point that she was clearly the younger looking one between them; not to mention Kharia just had a way about her that...made it hard for Akasha to say no to. So, here she was, slave collar and all being lead towards one of Cathwa's worst kept secrets. The slavers had a large wooden ship and a medium sized wooden cage that they kept their 'goods' secured within. Akasha had to leave her more comfortable clothing with Kharia unfortunately, as she was down to little more than her undergarments with her arms tied behind her back. She had a great many concerns to take up with Kharia, perhaps that the woman seemed more amused at Akasha's predicament than what their goal was. She could see a pair of sentry's just ahead of them, a pair of darkly tanned men with scimitars at their sides. Akasha glanced back to Kharia, a small look of concern but also determination lingered beneath her brown eyes. She was putting all her trust into Kharia at this moment, she could only hope that they would succeed and escape this place with their lives intact.
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Kharia Na'amro

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If she was being completely honest with herself, Kharia had to resist the urge to gran Akasha's ass so damn badly.

Since Akasha took up with Kharia, the two have been enjoying a very happy relationship, of Student and Teacher, and Slave and Mistress. She had been a little curious why Akasha wanted to master her abilities to such a high degree when she was already a very potent glassblower and could hold her own quite well. When she came to Kharia talking about her plans for Cathwa, it all became abundantly clear why she was teaching this young woman, and all things considered, she was actually in a pretty good position. Akasha herself was a good person, ambitious, but tempered by humility and a desire to help people, and if she ever got a bit too big for her breeches, then Kharia would be there to make sure she stayed true to who she was. Having an ally as the ruler of Cathwa certainly didn't hurt either, it just made her job a little easier knowing the land was in good hands.

Like all things though, the work had to be put in so that anything could come of it. That was why Kharia was standing here with her little pet stripped down and collared, marching her toward the slaver camp with the same malicious grin that Akasha had seen so many times. She found it a bit amusing, in truth, she liked seeing Akasha squirm, but she also made sure to take every precaution. No one was going to hurt her girl while she was under her protection except her, she would make sure of that. As they neared the slavers, Kharia squeezed Akasha's arm reassuringly before forcing her down to her knees and presenting her to the slavers.
"Gentlemen...you're in need of hot pieces of ass I hear. Shall we talk?" She asked, blowing a kiss at them both as she pressed her right foot down on Akasha's left ankle, her boot slipping on either side of it thanks to the high heel, trapping her ankle.

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Akasha Emberstone

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The simple gesture by Kharia put a great deal of relief into Akasha, as the platinum magi let out a shaky breath. Kharia would make sure nothing happened to her. So, as a pair a of scraggly dreased Buccaneers approached, Akasha kept herself calm, knowing that if these men tried anything Kharia could end them in an instant. "I trust you." Akasha muttered, though she wasn't sure if Kharia could have heard. Honestly, in any other situation this might have been like a fantasy, minus the whole slaver routine.

The leading buccaneer seemed curious about the pair of women before him, as he motioned his partner behind him. His clothing was ragged and torn in some places and it looked like it hadn't been washed in several months. Both the women could smell him before he said a word, as he staggered forth, indicating he was probably intoxicated. His partner on the other hand seemed to be in much fairer shape, probably newer recruit. Akasha fidgeted as the coarse sand irritated her knees, but did little else. "Oh, we take all kinds of ass here. We ain't too picky. This is a mighty fine peice though." He proclaimed, his partner looked to get a word in as well but was silenced by a backhand from the leading buccaneer. "Mind if I get a look at the goods?" He muttered, his hands twitchy as he continued forth, his gaze fixated on Akasha, who gave a concerned glance up to Kharia. "Just a little peek, won't hurt the little slut now." At this point his partner stepped forward and pull his companion back by the shoulder. "Sev, you know what the captain said. No one samples the merchandise except for him." Akasha breathed a sigh of relief, but the dirty bastard seemed irate at the whole exchange, turning back to his partner he spoke, pulling himself away. "What the captain knows won't hurt him, and if he finds out I'll know who squealed." He turned back to Kharia, taking another step towards Akasha, though there he was only a few paces away from her, the magi reeled away from him, expecting Kharia to bring him down to size before he could try anything. If Kharia waited a little too long, the rear pirate would have intervened. Either way, the end result would have been 'Sev' ending up face down in the sand. "I'm getting real sick of your crap." The man spat, moving towards the women and pausing only to kick his partner in the ribs. He glanced up to the two women and shook his head in disgust. "I'm sorry about my comrade. He's a fucking idiot." He gave Akasha a once over and shrugged his shoulders, either not impressed or just uncaring, before setting his eyes on Kharia. "If you'll follow me, we'd just need to do an appraisal, then we can make a deal." He spoke, moving back towards the small outpost that laid in the distance. 'Sev' was shifting just a little, so he wasn't dead, but he clearly didn't seem to be getting up anytime soon. "You're slave is taking this better than most I've seen. Guess you already broke her in? That's good for you, broken ones are worth more. Less hassle." The man asked, as the pair would see a small shack set up across from the pin. Akasha had to look down to conceal the blush that threatened to spread across her face, focusing instead on how pissed she was about these bastards selling off her people like this. This settlement was going to be nothing but ashes when she was done with it.

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Kharia Na'amro

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As much as Kharia enjoyed the thought of Kharia being fucked by a bunch of men, the reality was much less enticing. She was grateful for the sober companion, he was actually willing to stick to the rules and gave her an excuse. When he got just a little too close, Kharia's right hand shot out and poked him in the eye, her foot acting in tandem as it came up and slammed the man's balls to mush.
"Yup, definitely know who squealed," She said coldly, finishing him off with a kick to the back of his head, putting him on the ground.

The new recruit was more professional, looking Akasha over before getting down to business. Kharia removed her heel from Akasha's ankle and tugged on her collar. "Slave, follow." She would follow the slaver, keeping a finger on Akasha's binds as she examined the area. The pen was filled with slaves, mostly Cathwan, but it looked like there were some Imperials too. They probably ship them out via boat instead of driving them out on horses, makes more sense given the location. It would be best to check the ship at the dock as well for slaves before they leveled the place. The slaver seemed to take notice of Akasha's calm throughout the situation, noting that she was broke in already, to which Kharia simply grabbed her ass and spanked her once.
"She knows her place, what is it slave?" She asked mischievously.

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Akasha Emberstone

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Akasha just narrowly kept herself from smirking as Kharia kicked the pervert in the balls and set him rolling into the sands, even as she was told to rise and follow the slaver, she certainly owed Kharia something once this work was done. Akasha's anger was greatly dispersed as she felt the firm grasp and slap from Kharia's hands, which made her weak at the knees as she hadn't expected it. "Where ever you tell me to go mistress!" Akasha blurted out of habit, as her blush went into full effect, drawing a round of laughter from their escort. "Any reason why you're selling her? It looks like you got a decent catch with this one."

There were several other marauders milling about the premise, though they seemed to gravitate around the cage; which seemed to be approaching maximum capacity, where had they taken all these people from? A small shack had been built close to the cage, with a set of wooden poles being erected out front of it. As the were about ten feet away from the cage and shack, an older man staggered out of the shack. He had one arm and wore a leather tunic, and seemed somewhat irate, as he moved towards them. He pointed back towards the shack with his one hand. "What are you doing? Why isn't Sev securing the product?" Their escort stepped forth to respond. "Tried to break the ruled again. Left him down in the sands." The one armed pirate shook his head. "Guess we're leaving the coast down a man. Go secure the product, I'll send someone to inspect it in a bit." He seemed rather callous about the whole ordeal, moving towards Kharia with a smug grin; revealing a set of rather blackened teeth, as well as some missing ones. Charming. Their escort offered to take the rope from Kharia, as he would seek to lead Akasha to the pole out front and bind her to it, while the older man motioned for Kharia to join him in the shack. "Come, madam, let us discuss a price for your prize." He said with a wink, as he would turn back towards the shack and enter. "You're slave isn't pregnant is she?" The old man muttered, as they entered the inside of the building. There was a small desk pushed to the side of the room, with a rickety chair. A large chest sat beside the desk, with a crate of papers set on top of the desk. Several cruel, what Kharia could only guess at, torture devices hung from racks on the wall as the one armed man moved towards his desk. "She's young, not bad body either. Probably only good as a bedroom slave unfortunately, but a damn good one that that..." He muttered to himself as he pulled out a paper from the crate and handed it to Kharia. "That there is the contact we'll be signing. Just need to have someone evaluate her worth if you don't mind."

Meanwhile, Akasha had her arms tied above her head, strapped to a wooden pole which was rather uncomfortable. She wasn't able to put her arms down at her current position, but she could at least move about, though not very far, as ropes kept her feet from leaving the pole as well. The escort who had lead them in leaned up against one of the vacant poles, and it wasn't long before a scantly clad dark haired woman approached the two. "Is this one needing an evaluation?" "Yep, Skiff is talking to the owner now, so make it quick." The woman only 'tsked' as she moved towards Akasha and checked her over. "Such a shame, I'd love to be more through." The strange woman grinned, but stood rather close to Akasha and examined her back and legs. "No tattoos, no scarring....might have a skin mutation of some sort, but looks exotic." The woman poked at Akasha's sides several times, prompting the platinum magi to squirm away at the tickly sensations. "No nerve damage, nor broken ribs. Looks like you had a good master." Finally, the woman grabbed Akasha's breasts, and vaginal region, before nodding, seemingly satisfied. Though Akasha was quite pissed about being handled this way, there was little she could do at the moment. "Everything feels right there too, she's a little warm, but that's probably just the sun. Seems like we lucked out with this one." The woman chuckled, patting Akasha on the cheek, before popping her head inside and smacking the outside to get attention. "This one checks out Skiff, top tier." The woman proclaimed, before striding towards the anchored ship on the coast. Akasha glared at her until she disappeared past where she could see, but she'd have to wait until it was time to strike; oh, but that time was coming.

The man who was apparently 'Skiff' seemed less than pleased with the report he had just recieved, as he'd shrug his shoulders and withdraw a quill from his tunic. "Looks like you'll make out good here. How much you want for the girl?" If the pair managed to come to an agreement with a price, the man would grin and sign the paper, making the contract with Kharia; making her a verified slave trader. Skiff would retrieve the proper payment from the chest and hand it to Kharia, grinning all the while "Now I don't suppose I can interest you in purchasing another slave? We have a good selection on board our ship you see." Skiff paused from the line of discussion, as they moved to leave the shack and step outside. "And if you want to say any last goodbyes to the girl before we throw her in the cage, now's the time." The man stated, his black tooth grin still on display. Meanwhile, Akasha was still bound out front to the pole, her mind going over the steps for how she was going to set this place one fire. She had overheard a bit of the conversation with Kharia and the man who apparently was 'Skiff', though the captain had failed to make himself known. Akasha strained herself to catch a glimpse of Kharia, feeling a bit of her courage muster up just catching a glimpse of her face.
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Kharia Na'amro

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Kharia couldn't resist a sly grin as Akasha acted on instinct, embarrassing herself in front of the slaver and strengthening the deception significantly. On the subject of why she was being sold, Kharia just shrugged.
"Let's just say there are certain interested parties that would very much enjoy learning that I have a slave, and I'd rather they didn't," She said, slightly shoving Akasha forward as they started toward the pen, handing the rope to the escort. "Be a good slut slave." Kharia didn't like the thought of leaving her somewhere she couldn't see her, but she had faith in the girl's ability to handle herself for a few minutes...or at least, she had to have faith if she was to avoid giving in to the urge to just flattening this place.

She followed the slaver to the shack, sitting down in the chair and crossing her legs teasingly while she gazed around in apparent amusement at the devices on the wall. In her mind, a part of her was curious about what these would do to someone, but given how purely cruel and sadistic they looked, she would more than likely regret doing such a thing. The fact that they were stained with blood only served to cement that fact. The slaver's words turned her attention back to him. "Of course, feel free to do a thorough examination, and no, she's not pregnant, I wouldn't be giving her up if she was." She explained, winking at him as she mentioned the examination. Yeah, she was essentially giving the kind of signal that said 'do horrible things to her' but things wouldn't get that far - she'd make sure of that.

At the mention of a price, Kharia smiled. Of course, they were slavers and, much as she didn't like the trade, it was lucrative. Perhaps there was a stash of coin that she could appropriate from them when this was over. "Like you said, top tier, I want 5,000 for her, no more, no less." She said firmly, staring at him hard, her eyes meeting his. If the agreement was reached, they'd shake hands and depart the shack with Kharia walking over to Akasha's bound form, looking her up and down. "Mmmm...I am going to miss that perfect body...one for the road whore." She said tauntingly, pulling Akasha in for a wet, sloppy kiss. It was deep and wrong and passionate all at once, their tongues mixing together as Kharia grabbed her ass again. As she pulled away, a soft whisper made it's way to her ear. "There are more on the ship..." She breathed, finally pulling away and spanking her left tit. "Thank me for all I did to you slut."

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Akasha Emberstone

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Skiff seemed to be taken aback by the request of Kharia but grumbled and shook his head. “Ugh, damn. It’s a little high, but that cat’s out of the bag. 5,000 is all yours.” Shaking hands, the deed was done, coin exchanged, as he’d gesture for the escort to show Kharia out. Akasha straightened as Kharia moved towards her, her heart thudding with excitement as she almost forgot her given situation at the moment but suppressed it as she quickly remembered. What caught her off guard, was being blindsided by the passionate kiss Kharia shared with her, as Akasha went against her own bondage to keep her mistress close at hand. She cursed the woman for teasing her at a time like this but wasn’t holding back as they exchanged tongues; if anything, she wished it had lasted longer. Kharia gave her an additional bit of info as well, as she caught the words whispered to her, knowing she’d need to restrain herself before going to town on this place. Kharia caught her off guard once again, as her left breast was slapped, prompting a yelp from Akasha. “Thank you mistress!” She practically shouted, before sinking back against the pole, crossing her legs as Kharia had excited her just a little too much. The two pirates seemed rather amused by the display, but spent little time in breaking the two up. “Vosh, I’ll take this one on board, see if the nice lass here wants anything else before sending her off. She’s got the coin to do as she pleases.” Skiff give the man who had been escorting the two orders, apparently his name was Vosh. “I’m on it.” He would say, moving to Kharia as he’d offer to escort her out, as well as giving her a tour of the slave pins if she so desired; she had a free pass of the place it seemed, though there had to be exceptions.

Akasha let out a sigh as she watched Kharia depart; she couldn’t wait for this ordeal to be over. “Come on girl, we need to get you ready for your welcome party.” Skiff muttered, untying Akasha from the pole and shoving her towards the boat. “Hope you’re ass is worth the coin. Guess the captain will have to be the judge of that.” He commented, which put a feeling of disgust over Akasha. She tried to look over her shoulder to Kharia, but caught a backhand to her head; nothing hard, but damn if it didn’t hurt. “Eyes front slut, you don’t belong to her anymore.” Akasha bit back the desire to swear, as she merely kept her gaze forward, her body slowly rising in temperature as her fury began to stir. They passed by the slave cage, as Akasha witnessed a great deal of captured peoples being enclosed in a space that was far too small to hold them. A fierce stench whiffed from it as well, so foul it nearly made her eyes water. “Be lucky you’re worth something, you get the suite on the boat, those wretches get stowed in the hold. Remember that kindness, and you’ll make it out just fine.” The one arm man leaned towards Akasha, as she felt his foul breath contact the back of her neck.

As they passed through the small settlement, several of the slavers attempted to halt the escort, but were waved off by Akasha’s handler; whoever he was, he seemed to be the one in charge. Several others catcalled her, saying nonsense terms or slang that sounded like gibberish, but it might as well have been poetry for their fellows. Eventually, she was brought on board, her one armed ‘owner’ shoved her past several crew members and up a set of stairs, before forcing her through a door on the second deck. Akasha now found herself in a room, a rather well decorated one at that. There was a small desk set with nautical maps and a compass, a decent sized bed that could fit two, a rather large window was mounted Infront of the desk providing a view to the aft of the vessel, several chests of various sizes were strewn about the room, as well as trophies from some ill forgotten conquests. However, what really caught Akasha’s attention was a set of shackles set to one of the wooden supports. Skiff, pushed her to the floor, and drawing a knife, cut her bonds. “Get up slut, Captain will be in here to finish your ‘inspection’.” He laughed, before grabbing the back of her head and shoving her against the support. Despite only having one arm, this man was exceptionally strong. As much as Akasha wanted to fight back, she realized it would be foolish to try something now. She decided against fighting back, as she would once again have her hands bound to the supports, before being left alone in the quarters. Testing the bonds, Akasha found they were made of rather worn metal, but what chilled her was noticing dry blood was stuck not only to the shackles, but had stained some of the deck she was standing on. The sooner she got out of here the better.
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Kharia Na'amro

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Kharia didn't want to leave Akasha alone, but the plan demanded it so she turned her head and walked away, following the slaver as he gave her the run of the place. This Vosh guy seemed nice enough - business-oriented, polite, personable, etc. It was a shame that he was a slaver, he was going to get killed for nothing. No wait, she didn't kill...did she?
"Dammit, not now..." She uttered quietly, the familiar fog overtaking her mind once more as...no, this time it was different. The edges of Kharia vision started to crease and blur as the fog seemed to weigh down on her, making her head spin. One missed step made her stumble, the Magi falling against Vosh as he swooped down to catch her.
"Woah, are you OK ma'am?" He asked quickly. Kharia reached up, rabidly shaking her head to try and rid herself of the tint of red now encroaching on her sight. It was like she had stopped breathing or had somehow become choked from the inside, spectral hands around her neck.

Then, just as quickly as it had come, it was gone again. The fog lifted from Kharia's mind and the dizziness receded, leaving only a dull ache in its place. "I-I'm fine!" She growled threateningly, waving Vosh off with her hand before standing herself upright again. "It's nothing, I get migraines sometimes and they take me off-guard, now show me where the pens are, I want to see your merchandise for when I come back." She was glad that Akasha didn't see that, chances were that she would have completely abandoned the plan altogether if she had. That was the first time anything like that had happened, beforehand it was just headaches and the odd bit of nausea, but now it was something different, something a lot more disruptive to things. Vosh was quick to take her away from that intercontinental train of thought though, piping up as they reached the pens.

Because of what she had seen so far, Kharia hadn't quite expected these people to have any sense of professionalism beyond the basic sense of 'here's the money, thank for your patronage', but if she had to give them any positive points, they looked after the slaves well enough from a maintenance point of view. The pen was made up of 5 large cages constructed from heavy iron, sorted out into a rough arrow-like shape. There wasn't any rust, no squeaks either as Vosh opened the first cage - they tended their equipment with care out here, at least. Her mind wandered back to the torture devices on the ringleader's wall, bloodstained and gruesome, and she wondered for a moment if those were perhaps meant to intimidate more than torture. The slaves were grouped into categories: Children, Men, Women, Exotic, and Non-human (Elves and such). Going off the dull-eyed looks and the swaying shuffle the slaves all had, Kharia figured that they were all drugged as a form of pacification.

If they wanted these slavers gone, they were going to have to do it themselves...
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Akasha Emberstone

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Cathwa Nation Citizen
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Being chained to a support was not how Akasha saw her day starting off. Still, at least she had a way out of this. Outside, she could hear the sounds of the crew, but it didn't sound like she'd be in danger long as she remained in the captain's room. Unlike the rest of the captives that had been in her place before, Akasha had magic to aid her. The magi focused on her bindings, namely the small chain the kept her hands shackled together, directing her fiery magic into the small point, as she aimed to weaken it to a point she could escape. It took several moments, but eventually Akasha noticed the metal beginning to glow, the metal bonds seemed to be weakened by the magic put upon them. With some work, she finally freed herself sending the broken links to the floor, though her broken shackles still clung to her wrists.

With herself now free, Akasha looked about the captain's quarters looking for anything she might use to help herself in retaking the ship. Thankfully, she found a sword, though it was rather worn and had certainly seen better days, it at least had a sharp edge to it. As much as she wanted to her some clothing, that just wasn't going to happen, as she looked through the far too large set of clothing that the captain had left in his quarters. Then the thought came upon her that she needed to get down to the bottom deck to free the slaves, and while she wanted to go out fire in hand and melt the crew to ash, she couldn't leave the slaves down below to possibly die from the fire. The moment she went out that door, every head on the deck would be towards her. As she stood there, trying to work out what she was to do, the door behind her opened, as a tall well dressed man stood at her exit. He had a well trimmed beard adorning his face, and a rapier hung from his belt, and though he might have seemed to be rather striking if not for his status as a pirate, his expression seemed anything but welcoming to Akasha. "Well, this certainly won't do." He muttered, stepping into the room and drawing his sword, pointing it towards Akasha, which caused the woman to point the weapon back to him in kind. "See, I told Skiff that the bonds were a little weak, but I suppose I'll have to take a hand off him for letting the slip." The man seemed greatly annoyed at Akasha's chose in maneuvers, as he changed his pose. "I'll give you one last chance, woman. Drop the sword and I'll only scar half your face." By now, Akasha was well beyond as the point of tolerating this nonsense. Her face contorted into anger, as her magic began to creep into the worn blade, the metal edge glowing red. "No, I'll give you a chance. Get you're worthless slaving hides out of my home and I'll let you keep your testicles." She had enough of placating to these....cretins. The captain seemed a little taken aback as Akasha was showing off her magic, though he quickly laughed it off. "Oh, right, a magi...well...you aren't the first one I've had to reign in." The captain mused, causing Akasha to lash out, swing upwards at him, though he parried it with ease with one hand, and made a strange motion with the other. At first Akasha was confused as to what the man was doing, but she felt the floor under her give way, as she fell to the deck below. As Akasha was trying to get her bearings, she soon realized she was in the crew quarters now, as half asleep slavers craned their heads up and gazed towards her. She spotted the captain up above, and quickly rolled out of the way before he could leap down towards her. The man landed with a thud, as his crew began to get up, talking with one another as they tried to piece together what exactly was going on. The captain began to talk, as he goaded Akasha on, motioning with his sword as he spoke. "You're a naive little fire magi, if you think you can just waltz in here with some good intentions and some magic, and think that'll be enough to get rid of me and my boys." Akasha lashed out at him again, thrusting forward, and following it up with a burst of flame from a kick via her foot. The captain parried the sword thrust by side steeping, and bending a section of the floor up to stop the flames. "It's a cute trick, but that's about it." He chuckled, as a small circle began to form around the pair. Akasha was trembling with rage now, as the man and his crew began to mock her, some even throwing crude jokes of how she should be 'punished'. Akasha's normally pale skin began to shimmer and glow, as steam began to be pushed out her nostrils. Akasha could feel a new strength over take her, as if she could feel a new depth to her power being revealed. The jokes began to die down with that, and her opponent seemed to take interest as well, as he moved to strike back. He lanced forward, aiming at her shoulder, as Akasha brought her now glowing sword upwards and connected with the blade, both weapons exploding on contact.

Meanwhile, Kharia would be given a tour of the slave stock, as Vosh tried to convince her to try elven slaves out. "Listen you might think it's crazy, but they are experienced and stay young looking for far longer than humans. Not to mention, these ones are completely subservient to you." He said, trying his best sales pitch, though the state of the slaves wasn't exactly 'desirable'. Yes, these slaves seemed to be treated well, but they'd be in far better shape if not isolated to pins with scant food supplies being given. They moved on to a display of what looked like northern folk, as some still wore ragged furs or clothing that would have suited colder climates. "You said you had migraines constantly? Those Nor-whatever- folk have tribal remedies, maybe that can help you?" Vosh continued, trying to convince Kharia on making a sale. Not the far away, a muffled 'thud' would be heard coming from the ship, as many stopped to look about, trying to find the cause of the sound. "Huh, wonder if someone lite a candle too close to the rum again." Vosh muttered to himself, before trying to go back to selling Kharia off a slave, though if one were to keep eyes on the ship, they would notice there seemed to be a great deal of panic breaking out on deck.

Whatever Akasha had done, it had shattered both her and her opponents, sending bits of heated metal across the room, striking into and through the walls, and several of the onlookers. The force of the blow actually knocked her onto her rear end, and sent the captain halfway across the room. Some of the pirates either were laid out by the blast, or rolled about screaming as melting metal had made contract with their skin. Some of the wood within the room had ignited from the brief contact of heated metal, as the young woman was getting back to her feet. She heard voices from down below, many voices in fact, and realized that the captain had mistakenly given her access to the hold below. Moving quickly Akasha pulled herself to her feet and slid down the opening, just as the crew from outside began to rush into the crew quarters. Having escaped being outnumbered. Akasha wasn't quite sure where she had landed, but she had a guess. Unfortunately the room she had chosen was pitch black, with only traces of light coming from above, yet she could hear voices off in the darkness, as well as the skittering of feet. Conjuring a small bit of fire in her palm, Akasha found herself in a rather large slave holding area at the bottom of the boat. Two large cells lined the sides, as a narrow walkway separated the two holding cells. Having come from above, Akasha landed on the walkway, as dozens of slaves looked to the new arrival with traces of fear, and awe on their faces. Akasha herself wasn't sure what to do, other than try to free them, but even as she thought of what to do next, she could hear the men above calling for her blood. If she wanted this slave revolt to work at all, she needed to act fast.
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