Chapter 37
Hard Caught Game
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Disclaimer: This story is not meant as 'erotica', but dark adventure-fantasy. It may contain material that sensitive readers might find uncomfortable. Please be advised.
Author's Note: Based on feedback, the previous chapter (#36) was completely rewritten, from the ground up. If you last read the chapter prior to 10/11, you will need to go back and re-read the previous chapter or this one won't make a lot of sense, as a lot got changed.
It was rare for Tylone Orchidbryar to feel any sort of longing or nostalgia for his, once, homeland. To most who had seen them, the Fenn Lands were considered one of the most beautiful of countrysides, full of dense and magnificent forests, rolling green hills, and cozy little townships snuggled into elegant geography. To the much taller foreign folk, the rural hamlets were all quaint and amusing, seemingly 'child-sized' for the diminutive populace. They saw the houses and shops like something akin to dollhouses and playthings.
Most Fennfolk just sighed such things away, more concerned with their own daily chores than the opinions of oversized visitors. Such tourists weren't all that common to begin with, since that same small size of everything wasn't very accommodating to bigger folk for long stays. So, most days within the Fenn Lands were quiet ones, people going about their own business of being simple, rustic, folk.
While there were no laws against the ownership of slaves or the sale of slaves within the Fenn Lands, few of its citizens owned or dealt with them. The government of the Fenn Lands didn't use enslavement as a punishment for crimes, thus local Fennfolk themselves were never made into slaves. Very few Fennfolk felt comfortable among the far taller races, where they might find themselves under a legal system where enslavement was common for crimes, so there was simply very few Fennfolk slaves in general.
The problem with slaves of others races was that it was typically not very practical. Most other races towered over Fennfolk, who rarely reached even four feet in height. Keeping slaves of any larger race meant requiring lodging and devices sized for them. That was rarely worth the extra expense on its own. Add to that the advantages of being much larger and stronger than their owners, and it was not hard to see why very few of Tylone's people opted to go that route.
What few slaves one might find within the Fenn Lands tended to be of races that were of similar size, which were rare in the world. Of the other races that were the same size as them, few made good slaves for such a lax and rural environment. Goblyns were rarely good for anything but arena combat, being naturally violent, the dvarta were notoriously hard to break, and the atylmy were too small to be of much use as practical slaves.
And so, Fennfolk culture had adopted a sort of unspoken disinterest in the trade and acquisition of slaves. That alone was reason enough for Tylone to never have any interest in returning back to such a simply and rustic life. Nothing made him feel more powerful than being a man of such small stature who lorded so completely over beings of that towered over him. He especially enjoyed seeing the looks of utter humiliation in a new slave's eyes when they realized they now belonged to someone half their size.
While a Fennfolk farmer might have trouble keeping orlings, hobkin, and humanfolk in hand, Tylone's wealth allowed him to employ those who could easily break and wrangle any slave he chose to purchase. However, it was always careful to establish that it was he who, ultimately, held the leashes and the chains of all his property. He typically oversaw all punishments personally, even if he sometime required someone else to be wielding the whip.
Despite being so small, Fennfolk were otherwise no different from a humanfolk, causing them to often liken them in appearance to one of their children. This made it all the more delicious for Tylone, especially with pleasure slaves. While he was far from being a child, he could sometimes see the instinctive disgust some of his girls would have the first time he laid with them. He enjoyed making them pay for such expressions quite roughly.
While most of his kind cared little for the opinions of other races in regards to their heights or culture, Tylone had found the general disregard for him as someone worthy of respect from many of his peers to be quite vexing. They seemed to assume that, just because he was half as tall, he must be half the man. There were many a person who had learned the hard way not to underestimate him, as he reveled in getting revenge on his detractors.
And tonight, he would finally be getting vengeance on one of his biggest critics in the arena. Cornelius Venge had considered him a joke since the first day they'd met and gone to great lengths to ensure that others saw him as one as well. He'd questioned Tylone not just based on his size, but claimed that Fennfolk should not be the owners of gladiatorial houses at all. Had conducted a rather annoying campaign to vex the wee owner at every turn.
There was little question in Tylone's mind that Venge been behind a number of misfortunes that had occurred to him and his house. Attempts to discourage him from remaining and, most certainly, to keep House BlackOrchid from prospering. He'd been denied access to choice gladiators, had what decent gladiators he did manage to find get sabotaged, and been undermined in commercial circles where he could make side profit on his slaves.
By the morning, however, he would never have to worry about the man again. He'd have been arrested for arranging the murders of the heads of House Firebridge and Whitebanner while they were on-route to a social event. His recent history with the both of them and the criticisms they'd lodged against him would be motive enough. All Tylone had to do was make it appear that he'd masterminded a whole plot that he believed he'd be able to get away with, but had unforeseen circumstances betray him.
While Tylone didn't necessarily have all that much against poor Verdant, neither he nor Sabrina belonged as the owners of Arena Houses. Verdant's idealism would likely get him killed by some opportunistic slave someday and Sabrina was a depraved whore who'd managed to accumulate more power than she deserved to hold. Not to mention, neither of them had a viable successor that would inherit their holdings, so both Houses would go up for auction and he'd be the first in line to acquire some of their best.
With Cornelius also out of the way, he'd finally be able to get some decent competitors that he could milk for glory and profit. It was almost a shame that Sabrina's little prized blonde would also be dead, as she was showing some real promise as a star. However, she did turn one of his own up and coming stars a useless cripple; so let her die screaming.
"I think I might take a bath, Eglantine." He said to his personal assistant, who was following a few steps in his wake. "Have Poppy and Jasmine prepared to join me. I think I would like to soil the both of them while I clean myself." He gave a little chuckle at his own clever turn of phrase.
"Yes, Lord Orchidbryar." Eglantine replied in a low tone. "When would you like it ready for you?"
"In a half hours' time, I think." He said thoughtfully. "I need to write a quick missive for delivery in the morning, but that shouldn't take too long to compose. I trust you know how best I like them decorated?"
"Yes, Lord Orchidbryar." Came the expected response. Eglantine was as obedient and loyal as she was strikingly beautiful. He'd hired her a little over a year ago and she'd proven herself worth every coin of the wages he paid her. And he'd raised the pay twice during that time. She was also quite proficient in his bed.
As they reached the door to his office, he gestured her a dismissal to go see to his instructions, paying no particular attention to the pair of guardsmen who flanked his office door. Not that he would have likely noticed anything peculiar about them if he had. However, as soon as he stepped into his office, he realized immediately that the two men were likely not his own.
"You really should purchase yourself a more dignified desk, Tylone." Cornelius said conversationally, sitting atop it as though it were a chair. "I suppose I get why you would need a child's version, being so low to the ground yourself. Still, surely you recognize that most consider the quality of the desk upon which a man does his business to be a reflection of the quality of the business he does upon it." His smile was horribly smug.
"Lord Venge, how...pleasant of you to visit." Tylone said carefully, the small hairs on the back of neck raised completely on end. There was little question in his mind that Cornelius' presence here was simply a coincidence. If he made it out of this room alive, he would have his entire House security dismissed and replaced. It was bad enough that no one had warned him that Cornelius was on the ground, but for him to have been allowed to be alone in Tylone's private office was absurd.
"Oh, I very much doubt that." Cornelius said with a dark laugh. "I am sure you'd be much more pleased for me to be at a certain aristocratic gala right now, carrying this." He produced a small vial from a pocket of his vest.
Tylone didn't need to ask what was in the vial, he'd been the one to arrange for Cornelius to have access to it. Gods, he'd even picked out the vial itself. For a brief moment, he weighed whether or not to even try to deny any of it. He quickly decided that it would be pointless to do so, however, it would be best not to admit to anything more than what Cornelius showed he knew. Hopefully, he would assume that the ridiculous plot he'd constructed to lure Verdant and Sabrina into the real trap was all there was to know.
"I assume it would be wise of me to discard everything in my liquor cabinet." He quipped, gesturing towards the shelf of fine whiskeys and wines he had in the corner. "Quite the pity. I was rather looking forward to the Vaendalian white I just procured."
Cornelius gave a vague shrug. "I prefer to leave you guessing, my good man." He replied almost cordially, as if it were a friendly game they were playing. "All the more painful for you to toss such expensive things out, not knowing if you even need to." He tucked the vial back away into his vest.
