Sweetwater Redfox

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Gatdammit Rumple.

Why can't you just stick with something ;__;

Like how you stick with me <3
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Do you need someone to play the muscular moustached dude?

I feel like this concept doesn't stand up without him.
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Conjoined twins, Redfox isn't a last name, it's the male twin...
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Rumple C wrote:Image
Where on earth did you find artist to portray Bellie in such a fashion? she was NOT dressed for dancing when he picked her up. :shock: She wouldn't wear that in the beergarten at least.
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Bronze Dragon, Copper Coin

Sweetwater was having trouble breathing, buried as he was under a pile of hot-to-the-touch rocks. He hoped everyone else was alright. Leon and Tarin, Nettle and Bellie, and even Rhianna. It had been a good old fight, that was for sure. While the others had charged in, he had slunk in at the edge of the fray. No one noticed the tiny figure carrying the large mace. He had moved over the shifting pile of gold, and smacked the snake-man a good one. Then again, and again until it fell. It had towered four time his height, but it was no match for Sweetwater when his blood was up. He turned, flush from his victory and saw the other snake-person, this one with a more feminine form.

If she thought his good upbringing would save her, she was wrong. Not when she was casting spells at his fellow hin! Her back was turned and Sweetwater crashed into her like a runaway caravan full of fury. If his first blow hadn’t broken all her ribs, the second, third and forth sure did. She fell as well. It was at that point that he hoped the dragon would be freed. It was unclear what was happening after the rock-man fell on top of him. Who knew that bashing out a knee would make it fall over on top of him?

There were still shouts and clangings going on. Sweetwater tried to wiggle his way free. Wait, someone had his arm and was helping him out. Just in time to be attacked by a kobold. Sweetwater re-joined the mad fray in the depths of the volcano.

Stragglers… kobold stragglers. Sweetwater moved to protect his friends, knocking the kobolds slight forms aside with each powerful blow. Until he looked around, and found he was alone, and far away from the others. He ran back to find Nettle and Leon down. And a very confused dragon who couldn’t see.

Eventually it was all made right with healing and words and the keg of lowhill ale he had carried over mountains, and into the volcano. He had vague recollections of the pies promising to do a play for the dragon, in return for a scale. But that wasn’t important.

What was important? Sweetwater had stolen from the dragons hoard. A single copper coin. With funny misshapen edges, and a very old face that had been almost worn away by time. This was the best day ever!

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Hell in a cell

Nets was shaking him awake. He must be back in the Callidyr dance hall. Was he drunk again? He hated being drunk. No, wait, he hated Callidyr.

How can so many people live in the same place? All those buildings blocking out the sun. How could a decent wind ever get in to blow away –that smell-. Ugh, that smell. Thousands of humans all living together, and crapping in the same place. And fish guts.

Sweetwater kept his eyes closed and feigned still being asleep, hoping Nets would leave him alone. Just a few more minutes to enjoy that blissful space between sleep and awake... maybe he could dream...

Ugh, Nets was rocking him back and forth, trying to wake him up. And he was sleeping on a bottle or something. It was hurting his ribs. He groaned and cracked open an eye. Wow, it was really dark. Like, almost to dark to see anything. Where were all the dancers? Nyssa who made eyes at him? Or that tall foreign human who wiggled his hips while winking? Had they gone home? Where was the music, or the perfumes... or the pillows? When did they change the floor in the dance hall from wood to uneven stone?

Oh no.

Sweetwater scrunched his eye shut again. Just a dream, just a dream, just a dream.

Ah... crap! This was starting to feel way to real to be a dream. And when you know that it is way to real... you wake up.

He balled his fists and woke into slavery.

...

Sweetwater sat quiet in the cage. There was just a hint of light from somewhere. Enough that he could pick out the others there with him. Leon there and Nets, what a pair they made – the drow had been unable to strip them of their cursed shield and armor. Leon was going to nibble his lower lip off if he didn’t stop soon. It was too dark to see if he looked scared or not. Sweetwater imagined he was a mixture of scared and determined. Nets sat next to Leon, her cursed chain armor chinking slightly whenever she moved. Maybe it was his imagination, but her blonde hair almost shone in the darkness. Not even here, wherever here was could take the light out of her, he thought.

Then there was the sea monster, Genasi Zeerus. What the crap was he doing? Just standing there, looking at the bars. He looked a lot smaller without all his armors and weapons. The bars... the bars. Not enough room to squeeze between them, but maybe if they were bent a little...

But that was an idea for later, when he had talked to the others. They were going to need him to escape.

And there were more here who would need him. A handful of humans, and Sara. They had found her at last.

Aww, crap.

He needed to crap. His eyes picked out a bucket in the corner of the cell. It already stank. Sweetwater flushed red in the darkness. This was wrong, having to crap in a bucket. Having to crap in front of his friends, in front of strangers, having to crap wherever the crap they are. Sweetwater clenched his fists even as his stomach began to churn inside. This was so wrong. He should be outdoors. Not held here, like a... animal! He craved sunlight. He craved grass under his feet. He craved... open space. A warm breeze and sun on his cheeks while he took a crap outside like Sheela intended.

This was not how things were meant to be.

As he rose all heads in the cell turned to look at him. He face burned in the darkness. Not that they could tell. They kept looking at him. He balled his fists, then spoke in a voice choked with emotion.

“I... need to crap”

They looked away.

Sweetwater moved to the bucket. His right foot stepped in something cold that squelched into his toes. He stopped moving. His shoulders began to shake. His scrunched his eyes shut, trying not to scream out in anger. He was losing the battle. His fists balled, wrists curled, arms tensed and ached. His shoulders and chest hurt as his muscles pulled hard at his frame. He was about to....

“Sweets...”

“Sweets... are you alright?”

He opened his eyes, and forced himself to unball his fists. Nets voice had put him emotionally off-balance. He forced himself to reply.

“Yeah... no problem”.

The whole cell was silent now. He tried his best to ignore the stench from the bucket, and the stickiness between his toes. He pulled down his breeches and squatted, and felt shame as the his stomach churned and roiled and noisily spat out crap. He felt some slight relief which quickly vanished when he realised there was no stream nearby or leafy tree to clean himself. He pursed his lips and rose, pulling his breeches back up. He moved back to his corner of the cell, and stood for a long while, leaning against the bars and trying to ignore how dirty he felt, and how his foot stank.

No one spoke for what seemed an age.

Sweetwater let his mind drift. Leon, Nets, and Genasi Zeerus were here. Which had happened to the others? Someone said they saw Tocaer fall in the fight. He didn’t deserve that, he had been the best of them. Selflessly trying to put right what they had put wrong in the first place. And what about Bellie and Rhianna? When he had woken he has the taste of healing in his mouth. Someone must have fed him some during the fray. Bellie, maybe? Could she still be here somewhere? Waiting for her chance to save them with her magic?

He just hoped she was alright. She wouldn’t do well in a cage.

No hin would.

But if they had escaped... it wouldn’t help... him. The northmen of Haven didn’t seem to give a crap about slavers nearby. The cowards. If they were going to escape it means that it would be up to them, and realisticly, it meant that it would be up to Sweetwater.

Think. Think. He tapped his head against the bars trying to puzzle his way through it. Just like he used to play puzzles with his granpappy.

“Alright Sweetwater, there are five people who want to get across a river without getting wet. They have one raft which can carry three hin, or 2 tall folk, or one tall folk and one hin, or one firbolg”

His Granpappy would go on to list varying reasons why some people couldn’t travel together like the firbolg left alone with a hin would get eaten. By the time the long list of relationships finished Sweetwater was usually hopelessly lost. His would just reply with a straightforward answer that made sense in real life and left the puzzle unsolved.

“The hin don’t worry about crossing the river and go to herd some sheep, the humans have a war with each other, then the Firbolg eats them both and drowns in the river because you shouldn’t eat just before swimming.”

His granpappy would just laugh and then explain the solution... which Sweetwater would nod to, like he could follow what was going on. Sweetwater sighed... alright, think.

He whispered quietly to himself.

“We have three hin, one seamonster, and some humans in a cage. Outside the cage are some elves that want to kill them if they escape. They have one set of cursed armor and a shield, and a bucket full of crap. How do they get out?”

He provided his own answer, which like always was simple, direct, and completely unrealistic.

“The strong hin breaks a bar off, leads them out, cracks all the elves heads, and saves everyone, and drowns an elf in crap for good measure.”

Even to his mind that sounded weak. Stupid reality.

He banged his head against the bars. Head. Work! People need you!

Bang

I

Bang

Hate

Bang

Elves

Bang

My

Bang

Head

Bang

Hurts
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*thumbs up* :mrgreen:
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Sounds awesome.
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Biting the hand that holds you

Sweetwater was not in a good way. No. Not at all. He was crap scared.

Most animals when they were crap scared, run. But Sweetwater was not like most animals. He was like the few who attack when they are scared. The kind who will struggle and pull against their bonds until either the bond breaks, or they do.

He had just finished having a huddled conversation with Leon and Nets. They kept saying to keep calm and that they would find a way out. Everyone. All together, and the other slaves as well.

They promised.

And that was when the female elf had wandered over to have words with Zee-rus. It was fear that had made Sweetwater forget everything Leon and Nets had said. And it was fear that caused him to shout out at her. He called her a crap sucker, threatened her with death should he ever get out, and worse. She had smiled with a cruel smugness, and suggested that he and Zee-rus should be tested.

Sweetwater smiled back with almost as much grimness to match her smugness and stood in front of the cell door with his fists raised.

Come and get me! I’ll kill you!

There was an inevitable scuffle with an elf guard. Sweetwater was strong, but leverage won out. He continued to bite, kick, and scratch like an animal. Until the elf woman spat out some sinister sounding words and his body locked tight. This was something terrible. Before his body had been trapped in a cell, somewhere dark and unknown. Now his mind was trapped in his body. He raged impotently, screaming inside his own head as they clasped tingling manacles to his arms and legs.

As he was dragged away he heard Nets voice whisper softly in his ear...

I Promise

Sweetwater soon regained movement and walked along sullenly, glaring at his captors, his rage barely held in check. Eventually he could not take it any more and began with the threats of violence should he ever break free. With a laugh the drow priestess threw his scimitar to him, telling him it was time to “evaluate his strength”. What they did not expect was for Sweetwater to lash out at the nearest drow who had been kicking at him as soon as he had his weapon.

Sweetwater scored a deep cut as his scimitar bit through the elfs mailed leg. Before he could retaliate Sweetwater ran at the priestess, his scimitar held high. He was collared by one of the elves. He wriggled free with a twist and bite and his strong legs propelled him in a high jump straight at the priestess, his scimitar held ready to put against her throat. She swatted him out of the air, calling on her mage to teach him a lesson.

The mage elf barked out the same word twice, and Sweetwaters manacles crackled with electricity. His body arced, all his muscles contracting pulling at his skeleton. He felt some rip and tear before collapsing into unconsciousness.

He did not see himself lying in a crumpled heap, smoke rising from his wrists and ankles.

He painfully awoke some time later to see the priestess fondling Zee-rus. He didn’t know what she hoped to find given that fish lacked both cock and balls. After a little groping she must have figured that out because she spoke a few words and Zee-rus contorted in pain... and was that a dead firbolg on the ground? Where the crap did that come from?

Zee-rus walked while he was dragged back to the cell they were taken from.

Sweetwater had little to say to the others beyond one welcome piece of news he had overheard...

We are being sold to surfacers...

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Washing your troubles away

Sweetwater waded into the river. It was spring now, and the snowmelt ran down the hills and into rivers such as this. It was bitterly cold. Even years of fording highland rivers could not prepare any male for the inevitable shock of icy cold water at waist height. Gods, but it was good to be alive! Rather than prolong it, Sweetwater allowed himself to fall forwards.

*Splash!*

And he was under the water. It was bitterly cold, but he forced himself to remain under, even as his mind screamed at him to get out. Stupid mind! He will show it, who is in control. Sweetwater smiled down at the bottom of the pebbly riverbed and allowed himself to float.

It seemed like an age... and perhaps it was when he lifted his head up and drew in a great heaving breath.

Gods, it was cold!

He rolled over and looked up at the bright sun. Oh sun, how I had missed you! Also, can you shine a little more please? I am freezing.

Down the river he floated, naked as the day he was born. As he floated, he reached out and took hold of willow fronds, stopping his journey downsteam. He allowed himself to float, to be, and to remember.

The escape. Flashes of light in the dark. Hero after heroine pouring through the portal and shouting for them. Elves running to meet them... clangs, and crashes and curses. Sweetwater pushing Leon and Nets ahead of him, scooping up a fallen elven rapier as he ran. The slaves had all been freed. They all made the portal. And so did their rescuers as well.

And in the week since then? He had returned "home" as it were, with naught but his filthy slave clothes, slave scars, the rapier, and slave lice. He had just thrown away his clothes, and cut off his hair with the rapier. Goodbye clothes, goodbye lice, goodbye slavery.

So why did Sweetwater feel like he had left part of himself behind?

He shrugged, and told his brain to stop bothering him.

Just floating... was beautiful.

Best. Day. Ever.
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Sweet dreams

Sweetwater was dreaming. He was wrestling a giant. The giant was six feet tall. It was tall and clumsy, and much stronger than Sweetwater was. And every time he knocked it down with a savage tug, it would get up again... and again. It was a good match. If he could just pin its shoulders...

And so he did, the giant being forced down, down, down into the ground, before disapearing completely. That's it? Did I win? What did I win? Sweetwater turned to the cheering crowd, looking confused. They were calling his name and passing small pouches. Well, since they are here... Sweetwater lifted his arms, and flexed, showing his muscles. Then kissed each bicep for good measure. The crowd cheered again, and he grinned. He loved the attention. Where was he prize... there she was. She looked different to how he remembered.

Had she done something different with her hair?

He walked over to Bellie, who stood in all her dark skinned elven glory.

You look different, have you done something with your hair?

Bellie hissed at him, and pulled out a sinister looking whip, cracking it a few times. Sweetwater tried to step away, but fell, manacles around his ankles now restricting his movements. He... didn't know what to do. Why wont someone tell him what to do? Should he be angry, or sad? Nets and Leon told him not to make more trouble...

He started to spit at the elf, then changed his mind, and ended up spitting on himself. He had to... run.

Run, all the way across the sea. He was running on the water now. And he was naked. And cartwheeling. Dizzy, out of control. There was something swimming under the water, chasing him. The sea monster. Those hands reached for him, dragging him under...

He couldn't breathe, he couldn't breathe!

Breathe

He sat straight up in huge luxurious human sized bed, drawing in a ragged gasp, wondering where he was. It was some moments before he realised he was below the dance hall, and that he was not alone in the bed. Quietly he lowered himself back down and stretched out his hand, stroking her shapely side.

He had got to stop eating turkey before bed.
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Didn't see the last few posts until just now. Great stuff Rump, very fun memories, I wish you didn't retire the fella (also wish RL didn't force me away from the client after the big rescue wrap up, alas).
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I nominate Rumple for an ALFA life time achievement award.
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