A Master/Slave Meme

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Congratulations! You are now a slave/master.


Master:
What kind of master are you?
What brought you into possession of a slave?
What will you have your slave do for you?


Slave:
Why are you a slave?
How easily will you adjust to this new situation in life? ie, what kind of slave are you?


Run wild and have fun! RNG is not needed~

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[leithe_judge]

Leithe could smell the usual mix of smoke and leather as he was led through the enemy camp. Of course the soldiers were cheering to see one of the Twelve Knights being brought to their leader blindfolded and in chains, it was a sign that the war was over. It had taken nearly six months of hesitant talks and negotiating for things to come to this point and Leithe had been resigned to this moment for the past several weeks. He was to be handed over as a sign of good faith during the process of exchanging captured soldiers and civilians.

And as flowery as the language was, a slave was a slave, which was why Leithe had deliberately cut his straw so it was the shortest when the Twelve had drawn to see who would fill the terms. His position as Judgement Knight meant that his life was always at great risk of being violently shortened with a knife in his back. It was the reason even his most casual uniform always had armor built into the back. There were always several assistant judges trained to keep things running until another Knight could be appointed the task of scaring the crime rate to amazing lows. Thankfully only his best frienemy and rival noticed and chose to keep silent. He'd miss Creuss of course, but the others would take good care of the golden-haired fluffbrain and his addiction to sweets.

His thoughts were drawn back to his surroundings once more when he was led into what sounded like a very large tent and directed to kneel. There was even a soldier behind him ready to kick the back of his leg if he refused but it wasn't needed. Leithe went to his knees as directed and simply waited for further instruction. It felt so odd to be dressed in a simple shirt and breeches and a plain pair of riding boots after spending nearly ten years in at least twenty pounds of armor.

[true_destruction]

A slave was a slave, no matter how nicely it was said. Ashura knew that just as surely as his new slave was. But it was required for the war to be over. His clan were warriors by blood, but even they tired of the constant battle. So he had fought tenaciously to figure out a way to end it. He just hadn't expected this member of the Twelve Knights to be handed over. A fine prize, indeed.

He made sure the agreement was followed to the letter. Any who disobeyed were dealt with harshly, as much as he disliked needing such a firm hand even with his own people. Leadership demanded it, and Ashura had stepped up to the task.

He studied the kneeling former knight for a long moment, thin fingers toying with a lock of hair before he stood and walked over to remove the blindfold and tilt the slave's head up with a hand on his chin.

"Obey, and you will be treated fairly."

[leithe_judge]

Dark eyes blinked quickly to force himself to adjust to the sudden light and also resisted his first instinct to pull away from the slender hand. It wasn't from any lingering arrogance or pride, but more like an animal flinching from the unfamiliar. He assumed he'd get used to it eventually.

"That is my intention, my lord." Leithe didn't have to speak in the grand and intimidating manner as he had been taught to do by his mentor, so his voice was oddly soft and lilting. A voice he had only used in private with the other knights.