Well here you go. Trigger warning for everything.
Babies for sale, a mother begs you to buy her
child.
Intelligent young slave left in charge of a boat
or coffle of lesser slaves. Freedmen gather round surreptitiously and franticly
trying to persuade him to break for freedom while he can. He is reluctant as he
knows nothing about the world outside “my master is a good man”.
Crowd of 50 watching a man burn to death. Food
stalls complaining as fatty smoke is being blown onto their wares. Executioner
argues that the crowd is the only reason the stall owners have a job at all.
Group of silent, watchful and well-dressed teenage
boys watching crowd pass by and pulling sticks out of a pot as slaves cross their
view. When the short stick is pulled out they gesture to the slave, who walks
over. They cut the slaves throat. No reason, just state-approved Kryptos random
terror squad.
Steward-slave arguing with his slave about the
slave his slave just bought. Combination of “where did you get the money?” and “You
should be saving up for your freedom.”
Brief rain of dead crows and vultures as
crow-killing gang of slave children pelt rooftop flock with slings. All
rooftops covered with scavenging raptors unless somehow protected. Birds drawn
by bodies and blood. Make a secondary weather system of black wings in the blue
sky.
Gutters from windowless house are gurgling even
though it is parching dry. If you investigate, its blood.
Stairs to raised door of Slavers GuildHouse are
made of different sized humanoids. When they kneel or bend in synch they form a
living stairway as you walk across their backs. Which they must do whenever
someone wants to enter or leave.
Stall selling eggs of intelligent species. Heavily
defended. Chain net to prevent sky access, heavy flags to prevent underground tunnelling.
Family being torn apart.
You can’t bump into anyone, no matter how clumsy
you are. It’s their job to get out of your way. Crowds of slaves aren’t crowds
to you, they melt away before you as you walk through.
Two men arguing over the price of an unborn child
still in its mothers womb, over the belly of the mother.
Numerous sights and sounds of torture and
mutilation. Too numerous to count. Whipping, waterboarding, bassinets, that
thing with the rats, the rack. 1 in 5 people you meet have fingers or eyes or
ears or lips missing.
You are surrounded by people but none of them will
meet your eye. Socially its as if only 10% of the crowd was ‘real’.
Betting on knife fights
Child vs Dogs 30/70
Child vs Child (knives) 50/50
Child vs Child (hands0 30/30 and 40% expected
chance of draw as not strong enough to kill each other bare handed.
Woman (bare handed) vs Woman (Pregnant with knife)
50/50
Woman (pregnant) vs Dogs 30/70
Pensioner (Blinded) vs Children 30/70
A mute slave with hand-board advertises self as
trained breaker/torturer of other slaves. Sign includes prices and address of
master for money to be sent to.
The Hot Boxes
Stalls selling hair of many colours.
Stalls selling replacement teeth (of all kinds
including children)
Lots and lots of priests giving public sermons on
the justice and righteousness of slavery.
A man being made to eat his own hand while bets
are taken.
Polished skulls for sale, turned into inkstands,
paperweights e.t.c.
great - will be revising all my city tables to d100 soonish so this is great inspiration http://elfmaidsandoctopi.blogspot.com.au/2012/10/how-horrible-is-big-bad-city.html
ReplyDeleteThat is by far the most disturbing blog entry I've read in a while. Maybe exchange some children for harlots for the OS feel.
ReplyDeleteThe children are the key
DeleteEverything I had hoped for and more! Thanks!
ReplyDelete