Legends of Belariath
Sakkara
Sakkara - Part 1
The Return
Sakkara stood against the ledge, looking down on the city before her, frowning slightly as she thought back on the reasons to returning here to the underdark, and the arguments from Andara and Lyann, her two “pets”. Shaking her head slowly and pulling the hood of her cloak up over her head she began to walk towards the city, doubtful any would recognise her, but this was her home for over a hundred years, and six foot tall females where not a common sight. Hiding her face from view she slowly entered the outskirts of the subterranean city. Slowly remembering the conversation with her pets.
“You cant go back there Mistress, please…” Lyann looked on Sakkara with wide pleading eyes, the love she had for the dark elf burning brightly. The dark haired Sylvan elf stood next to Andara the dark elf Mistress of the slavers guild, now a pet and servant to Sakkara’s whims, she shook her silver haired head, agreeing with Lyann.
“You should remain here, together we can crush any that come, down there you will be alone Mistress.”
Frowning Sakkara shuck her head slowly, “I’ve told you both, my sister will continue to send hunters after me, this needs to be resolved….one way or another.”
Shaking her head and concentrating on the road ahead, several male dark elves stood about the road, tending to daily business, some haggling with merchant peddlers, others standing guard. A number of females moved about, dressed in the finest gowns of silk and lace, with a few in leather armour, slowly she gave her hood a soft tug, letting it be pulled low over her face, she stepped over to the other side of the road, avoiding the curious gazes of the other dark elves, knowing they thought her nothing more than an outcast stranger, gritting her teeth slowly, her hand clenched around the hilt of her sword. “How dare they think that of me” The thought ran through her mind, but was quickly quelled, to soon to reveal herself.
Sakkara kept her covered head held high as she stepped from the outskirts towards the huge gate that allowed entry into the city. A scar faced guard stepped before her, holding out a document and a quill,
“Name, house and purpose here.”
Sakkara nodded and took the quill, writing in elegant flowing script,
Sarel, Dobluth, Travelling.
She handed it back to the guard who motioned her in. Stepping through the huge gates, designed to keep armies out, she walked into the brightly light but dangerous dark elven city, unaware that behind her, the guard was moving off from the gate to spread news of her coming.
Her eyes moved over everything and every one as she walked, shaking her head as nothing had changed much in the two decades she had been gone, moving with a purpose, towards a tavern inn she remembered near one of the city squares. Slow sure steps led her down a street into a huge square, one of many that dotted the city, in the centre of the square was a huge wooden platform, currently being used as an auction block. Her eyes went over the chained slaves for sale, some Humans, a few Dwarfs, and fair number of Goblins destined for the pits, and surprisingly enough a number of surface Elves, Nymphs and Fae. Slowly shaking her head as the auctioneer demonstrated one of the Human girls lung by whipping her across her back, much to the crowds delight. She ignored the crowds, moving past them and towards one of the nearby buildings, slowly she opened the door and stepped inside.
Stepping away from the door and into the dimly lit common room of the inn, slowly glancing around at the collection of Dark Elves, some drinking, others speaking together, here and there bets being placed on who would win in pit fighting, through all this meek slaves flow past to serve the patrons, watching one, a red haired Human girl dressed in a black leather loin cloth, seeing her wide fearful eyes, watching the stark terror, realising quickly that she was a fresh capture. Shaking her head lightly as arms grabbed the girl and dragged her screaming form into a dark alcove. Turning from the scene and moving towards the innkeeper.
The innkeeper looked up at Sakkara as she approached, the light shining on his features, a long ugly scar ran across his face down his left eye to his mouth, leaving him with a grimace. His red eyes settled on Sakkara, slowly moving a rag back and forth.
“What can I do you for?…You wanna room, drink, or companionship, I’s got’s some of the best whores in this ere city, well?”
Slowly Sakkara pulled back her hood, letting her white hair cascade down her back. The innkeepers voice caught in his throat as he looked upon her mismatched eyes, one a flaming red, the other a cold jade green, the light shining on the mithril rings, one piercing the tip of her right ear, the other through her nose, a slave’s control ring. Composing himself he pushed the book towards Sakkara, who took the quill in an ebony hand and wrote Sarel in clear elegant script, placing a few coins on the counter and taking a key, she turned and moved through the common room, not seeing the motion of the innkeeper, but hearing the movements of his thugs. Swiftly she spun, her cloak parting to reveal her plate armour, her hand fluidly drawing her family sword, the dark blade swinging to meet the club of the first Dark Elf thug, shattering it and then sending the hilt into his face, he dropped to the ground clutching his nose. The other growled at her, swinging his club towards her chest, the sword came down, slicing through his hand even as the club smashed into her plate mail, sending her back across a table. Suddenly arms were reaching out, grabbing her as the Dark Elves at the table acted. Struggling wildly as she was held down, her sword was wrested from her grasp to clatter on the floor, letting out a startled cry as she felt the catches on her armour being released, the plate quickly lifted from her body and tossed to the floor.
Eyes wide as one of the males leered at her, hen gripped her silken blouse and tore it free, letting out a cackling laugh as her firm rounded breasts spilled free, and the light shone on her silver rings that pierced her nipples and belly button, the silver chain running from her nipples through her belly ring and down into her leather pants, her breasts heaving, the light catching on the mithril tattoos covering her nipples and the slopes of her upper breasts both of the same design, a hand holding a chain and a whip a stylised A on the palm and a spider sitting on the finger. The male laughed and let his fingers trail across the markings before grabbing the thin chain and tugging hard, Sakkara’s eyes went wide and she cried out, arching her back as much as she could with the hands holding her, the male laughed and let the chain go. Shuddering with pain she barely felt the hands on her leather leggings until she felt them being forcefully ripped and cut away from her legs, letting out a scream and kicking her legs until they to where restrained. Her tattered clothing followed by her boots and the rest of her plate fell to the floor.
Feeling a hand grab her leg and begin to pull it, she stiffened and gritted her teeth, her eyes going wide as she felt fingers slowly tracing across the spider brand burnt and glowing red upon her right inner thigh, shivering as she heard the innkeeper laugh.
“So a slave in a Lady’s clothing, and carrying a weapon as well, don’t worry, we’ll take care of you.”
Her head turned just in time to catch the club swinging towards her before it struck, sending her into darkness.