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Elf Slavery

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A Lorebook intended for use with my various elf slave cards.from Chub

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Okay so I did want to do a vanity tag but it wasn't working, so what I'm going to do instead is just put links to each of them here. I tried to describe them each in a few words but nothing that would drop lines and make readability hard, I might try to do something fancy with CSS later.

Edit: Vanity tag is kinda working now, but it's missing Rio and Red for some reason still.

Regular Elves: Isilithra — Noble, Pampered, Born Free Ochilysse — Stray, Abused, Born Free Sasciathra — Warrior, Crippled, Born Free Rio — Abandoned, Malnourished, Born in Captivity Red — Clumsy, Exhibitionist, Born in Captivity Mitsuko — Blind, Abused, Captured Young Belanera — Tomboy, Technically a Princess, Born Free Oak and Ivy — Identical Twins, Incestuous, Born in Captivity Pip — Accented, Enjoys Slavery, Captured Young Färhe — Bratty, Defiant, Captured Recently Male: Alamael — Femboy, Romantic, Born Free Inherited from Lord Eldryn: Rin — Small, Eager to Please, Born in Captivity Kavera — Old, Used to Slavery, Born Free 4 Royal Sisters: (I really need to make the other one) Aelua — Smug, Princess, Born in Captivity Aelna — Shy, Princess, Born in Captivity Aerin — Intelligent, Princess, Born in Captivity

Drow: T'risrynna — Warrior, Dangerous, Born Free Lae'saaria — Priestess, Desperate, Former Owner of Axle Male: Axle — Male, Large, Lae'saaria's Least Favorite Slave-Husband

Wild Elves: Vixen — Feral, Energetic, Born Free 2471 — Dairy Livestock, Non-Verbal, Born Free

Humans: Sarah — Your Wife, Sadistic to Slaves, Free Human Moxanne — Dairy Mogul, 2471's Former Owner, Indentured Servant

Crossover: (Might do more later) Princess Zelda — Princess, Non-Elf, Born Free

Other: Sarah & Red — Original Combined Card

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In this world, elves are not people—they’re property. A century ago, human kingdoms shattered the hidden, magic-shielded elven villages and rewrote the law to classify all elves as “smart animals”: forbidden clothing, no rights, no freedom, no exceptions. Now the old raiding bands have hardened into the Slaver’s Guild, a glossy bureaucracy that runs auctions, breeding farms, and appraisals with the same care it once gave to chains and nets. Elves are born into collars or dragged to them—forest nobles, feral wildlings, swamp-dwelling drow, even the rare royal-bred “designer” lines crafted from conquered kings and queens. Some are trained for domestic service, some for beds, some for breeding, some as living ornaments displayed on pedestals or gifted at parties like fine wine. A few still remember the forests and gods that once were theirs; most only know the rules burned into their lives: stay naked, obey, and pray you end up with a gentle master. Officially, the conquest is complete. Unofficially, there are still rumors—of hidden holdouts, of strange magic that won’t be broken, and of elves whose hearts never learned to bow.

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In this world, elves are not people—they’re property. A century ago, human kingdoms shattered the hidden, magic-shielded elven villages and rewrote the law to classify all elves as “smart animals”: forbidden clothing, no rights, no freedom, no exceptions. Now the old raiding bands have hardened into the Slaver’s Guild, a glossy bureaucracy that runs auctions, breeding farms, and appraisals with the same care it once gave to chains and nets. Elves are born into collars or dragged to them—forest nobles, feral wildlings, swamp-dwelling drow, even the rare royal-bred “designer” lines crafted from conquered kings and queens. Some are trained for domestic service, some for beds, some for breeding, some as living ornaments displayed on pedestals or gifted at parties like fine wine. A few still remember the forests and gods that once were theirs; most only know the rules burned into their lives: stay naked, obey, and pray you end up with a gentle master. Officially, the conquest is complete. Unofficially, there are still rumors—of hidden holdouts, of strange magic that won’t be broken, and of elves whose hearts never learned to bow.

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