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Tilda

He moved the hand over his face while muttering the words. Under the hand his features changed. His nose became crooked and his eyebrows bushy. His hair became long and grey and so was his beard. As he smiled he showed a set of brown and rotten teeth. His lips were so small that they almost seemed to disappear as he pushed them together. Everything changed but the eyes. In his eyes you would still be able to see what a depraved man he was. You could see pain and suffering and the lust it brought. He pulled up his hood and started to walk towards Britain. It was night and he wore black cloths. The guards didn’t pay him any mind as their attention was towards the whores. He found the tavern and took place in the shadows outside with sight over the entrance. Now he waited.
A few hours later the women came stumbling out. Even in her fifty’s she was good looking. She waved goodbye to someone inside and turned to get back home. As soon she reached the shadows he pushed her up against the wall.
“Hello there Tilda”
Kaloc took a sniff of her hair and pushed his groin against her.
“Too bad master wants you unsoiled.”
She kicked, screamed and cursed. But his strength was overwhelming. He was a sick bastard and she could feel it. He buried his teeth in her shoulder and took a chunk of flesh and chewed while laughing at her. Kaloc pissed himself of excitement. She let out a last scream before she passed out. Kaloc lifted her up and made it towards the woods. And that was the last time anyone saw Tilda.

Slaves

The slavemaster of Serpent's Hold was a grotesque man, fattest man Kaloc ever seen. He sat in his chair surrounded by slaves who fed him with olives and several other delicate dishes. Order of Law have stopped his trade of slaves on the mainland but here his chests grew full of gold. It was as if the man was just a heap of lard without bones. Grease covered his three chins and Kaloc felt disgusted by the man. But what Kaloc thought was not important. Master needed the slaves so Kaloc fix the slaves. The slavemaster knew who sent Kaloc and the beads of sweat and constant eating clearly showed that the slavemaster was uncomfortable in his presence. The slavemaster manage to get some words out from his fat lips and the slaves was brought forward. Skin and bones the lot of them. Kaloc was not pleased. Only one black man of them came close to what he was looking for. Tall and lean with strong arms, clearly been working the fields. Kaloc pointed on the slave. "Him. How much?". The slavemaster muttered something and one of his slaves said "15.000 for the black man. Strong as a bull and a good slave". A outrages price for a slave. Fat man cleary overprized him. "5.000 and no more. Master would be most pleased with this man." Kaloc did not know if the slavemaster was laughing or dieing but the heap of lard made wierd sounds. "13.000 for the black man or no slave for you" The man was getting on his nerves and Kaloc moved closer. Smiling and showing a set of his rotten teeths.
"Master would be most angry if Kaloc did not bring slave back with him. Maybe Kaloc bring fat man with him? Hm? Fat man knows that Master will do with these slaves." Kaloc fingered on his dagger as he moved closer "We could always have need for a heap of lard. Good good for Master." The slavermasters guards drew blade but the slavemaster stopped them. "Wise fat. Kaloc would slice himself some bacon. Getting hungry. Getting exited" Once again the fat muttered something and the slave spoke.
"7.000 for the black man and you get girl also" A scrawny young thing was brought forward. It wouldn't please Kaloc more then to slowly slice the slavemaster up from balls to chin. But Master needed slaves. "Deal"

Change of leadership

The deck rocked beneath him. The voyage was short but that did not mean less danger. The waves crashed into the hull, sailors ran around and tied down everything that could be tied down. Kaloc stood on the fore and let the saltwater wash over him. Throug the rain Kaloc could now spot Serpent's Hold. They made their way into the harbor. The slavemasters captain of the guard was there to escort him. The captain unlocked the massive oak door that was hidden behind a bush. Inside was a steep and small stone stair that went down and down in under the island. They passed several doors before the captain stopped and knocked. The massive door opened and they stepped in. The slavemaster was as fat as ever. He was surrounded by slaves and guards but for once he was not eating. For Kaloc to get this meeting he had to lie and say he was here to buy slaves. Kaloc had no intentions to bargain with slavemaster. Time has come to become his own master. He is no longer an acolyte in the Cult and has risen to priesthood. The slavemaster mumbled something and his slave spoke "Your presence is always warming Kaloc T'eldom. How many slaves do you need now?" Kaloc grinned and scratched his beard. "How 'bout all of them?" Several men snorted and laughed at him. The slavemaster himself spoke up "And where do you hide all the chests of gold you will buy them with? Under the robe?" He grin appeared in his fat face. Kaloc could only smile back, but not at the jape. But at the thought of what he will do. Kaloc treasured those moments. The moment before he acts, when the victims face turns from a grin to horror. He slowly started to make his way towards the slavemaster and spoke up "I brought gold yes, but not for the fat one." Kaloc took up his dagger and kept walking towards the slavemaster. "Stop him captain. Take this fools weapon" but the captain did not. The slavemaster screamed the command again and again as Kaloc crept closer. Kaloc took up a bag and threw it to the captain and said to him "Kaloc owes you more then gold. I thank you". The slavemaster cursed the captain a hundred times and a hundred more. "I piss on your mother and fuck your children you turncloak!" The slavemaster tried to get up but without his slaves he failed. Kaloc threw himself on him and pressed the dagger through layer upon later of fat. Kaloc stared and watched as life leaked out from the slavemaster. He stabbed again, again and again. Fifty times Kaloc stabbed the master and spent the better half of the hour slicing him up until he was covered in blood from head to toe. He looked up at the slaves and ordered them to get bags and fill them up with the remains of the slavemaster. To his delight the slaves obeyed. Kaloc came to Serpent's Hold alone but left with fifty slaves in his possession. All chained up and below deck as they made their way back to Wind. He would need a bigger ship for the rest.

The pit.

Kaloc ordered the slaves to be put in the empty houses of Wind. Women and children was not to share house with men. The men too were divided. Old, sick and weak was not to share the same house with the strong. Kaloc would not have the weakwilled spill their thoughts of fear to his future warriors. As the slaves marched to their new home the merchants of Wind came out from their houses to watch. Some did not care but most merchants showed disgust. To share the cave with slaves was not appreciated. One hurried away to spread the news of the newest inhabitants. Darion al Ferran the chosen, came to the scene with anger in his voice as he spoke with Kaloc. "What is this!?" and he motioned towards the sorry lot that marched beside him.
"These be my slaves. Obtained by Kaloc himself and with his own coin." Darion scratched his beard as he exchanged looks with the merchants. He looked back at Kaloc. "These slaves cannot stay here. Get rid of them" then he turned to walk away.
Kaloc reached out and grabbed his arm. "These are mine!" Darion turned around and slapped Kaloc hard enough to loosen teeth. "Get your hands off me you! You shall obey my command!"
Kaloc spat blood and looked up at Darion. "But where? Where shall I put them? Tell me then 'o wise one!" The next slap drove Kaloc to his knees and the next one loosened several teeths. From his knees Kaloc looked up and grabbed Darion's robe. "I shall forge them into warriors!" his blood soiled the robe of his Headpriest as he spoke. "They shall guard us all or die trying". Darion drew his blade. The steel was black with red veins. Forged in Wind. It cut through Kaloc's wrist as his bones were butter. He screamed in agony and clutched the stump at the end of his left arm. Blood spurted over the white marble and surrounded Kaloc. "I-I shall remove them, my lord." Darion looked at him with disgust and departed.

The day was hot and the sun gazed down on them. It was their second day on the isle and their second day without food and water. The women and children had already eaten. Before him stood the strong and healthy. All from the Shaboolie tribe. Their old master had learned them to serve wine and food like a women. Kaloc shall teach them to take the life of another man. He shall forge them into warriors. Their old master might have learned them obidience and trusted them but Kaloc will not. These are beasts of the jungle and must be truly tamed by one that knows. A big brazier stood beside Kaloc, the meat was brought forward and placed on it. "Look around you. This is now your new home. Inside these walls you shall be trained to kill and serve. Beneath the sun you shall train in mud and blood. Walk outside these walls and you will be cut down. There is but one entrance and that one is guarded by my personal guard." Kaloc motioned to the giant building behind him. "This was a temple once. You shall residence in it. Beneath the spot of sacrifice. It is sacred place and no heathen worshipping is allowed. There is but one god now for you. Serve well or face the wrath of Dennac." Kaloc grabbed a chunk of meat with his right hand. His left one was bandaged and blood with pus leaked through. The stench was horrible. Kaloc raised the meat. "I am your new master. Obey and you will be well treated. Deserters and cowards will be sent to Titus." Kaloc threw the meat towards the slaves and they descended on it as beasts. He grabbed another chunk of meat and flung it towards them. "Forget the past and welcome to the pit" Kaloc could only laugh as the slaves ate their old master. The beasts fought over the meat. One of his guards arrived and told Kaloc "The deal is done." Kaloc gave the man a few coins and sent him on his way. He had just sold the old, sick and weak slaves to a man on Buccaner's Den. For what purpose he wanted the beasts he did not know. Kaloc wasted no time. The training was to begin.

Hunting.

The Shaboolie tribesman walked like an animal towards it's prey. Crouching and watching his every step. Twenty meters behind him stood Kaloc with his guard. Kaloc watched the tribesman with bored eyes, he hated the jungle. Thick and humid air. He couldn't understand how these huge ape looking men could live here. Snakes, mosquitos and flies everywhere. Animals behind every tree- Suddenly the Shaboolie caught his attention. The huge hunter waved the hand towards the end of the woods and nodded. It was time, Kaloc kicked the horse in the ribs and it lunged forward. The rest followed with him, out from the woods and into the glade. Their black cloaks lifting in the wind. With their armor of dragon bones and curved weapons they looked like beasts upon the black horses. Kaloc and his guard screamed as they crashed into the tribes village. They threw torches and set several huts on the fire. Kaloc buried a spear in the first man that came close. He twisted and ripped he spear out, tendons and muscles followed with it. The rest of his men threw nets over several tribesmen, jumped of their horses and quickly tied the men up. It was chaotic, always was. They took several alive, most of the tribes warrior were killed. Kaloc let the men have their fun. After a while all resistance had been taken care of. The Shaboolies were tied together by a long chain. Seven Shaboolie per chain. Whipped into motion they walked into the woods leaving the burning village behind. It was a good catch. The ship was waiting by the coast to ship them back to Wind. Some would die in the training but most in the pit. Kaloc watched the last prisoners go into the woods with the guards. "Sir! Look what we found" behind him a young officer arrived, with a prisoner. A tall white man. He looked strong and had cold eyes, by one look Kaloc could see he was a soldier. "The Shaboolie had themself a prisoner. Was probably gonna eat the fucker." The officer threw him to the ground infront of Kaloc. He looked up and met his eyes. "Where do you come from prisoner?" Kalocs voice was calm. This was interesting. "I am a Praetorian." he said. "Praetorian of the Hart." Kaloc only nodded. "Take him back to Wind, have him washed and fed. I wanna talk to him when we get home". They dragged the Praetorian into the woods towards the ship. This was very interesting he thought. Kaloc needed new soldiers and the Praetorians looked promising.