slavers

Cerak At'Thul Irons chaffed against the warm skin of her wrists. She shuffled forward within the lines of the other prisoners. The other slaves. Her head was ducked low. Dark hair was greasy and unwashed, clung to the curves of her jaw. Ragged clothing hung to her form. It was a long...

In the east of the Iuk-'u Delta, a large group was resting in a dryer portion of swamp. One group was composed of about ten lightly armored individuals while the larger group was composed of a couple dozen ragged, shackled, emaciated people. "The hell we gonna do now?" An armored man spoke up...

There was a pounding in his ears and his heart, the drums of war constantly beating for the silver Vitae lord. Too long he had ignored their rhythm and sat idly in his grand hall. Sure the Zorren god of war had patronized tournaments and listened to prayers aplenty, but too long he had denied...

It had been a long and enjoyable stay in Thagretis. Azlat had some official business to attend to with the high priests, who were curious about the discoveries and observations she had made. Epressa and Liadain remained new and largely undiscovered to the theocratic city state. What information...

Vulpesen tightened his cloak around himself as he walked through the cold dark street of Caroway, a growing town in the heart of the Allir reach. While he hated the chill of the night breeze, he couldn't deny that the shadows offered him no small amount of comfort, especially given his goal. His...

Zarra was not having fun. Sure she understood perfectly well that she as a drow was hated by basically everyone, and for good reason. But still, did they have to hit that hard? She'd long gotten over her initial seasickness, as they'd now been on a ship for nearly two weeks. But she was far...

The Wild Markets of Cerak were exactly as one would expect of them. Dirty, putrid and full of filth, apt terms to describe both the setting and its inhabitants. Across the uneven square that held this unholy practice, and in no particular order, were numerous ramshackle tents signalling the...

Black Bay - Outer Islands She felt warm tropical waves splashing over her. Fingers dug into the soft wet beach beneath, her tongue was coated in sand, and she could feel the ocean trying to pull her back. Every muscle in her body ached. Not from any attack, not from any battle, but because...

'I need to get away from this place!' Easier said than done, he thought, cutting down another slaver with a well-timed riposte with a dagger he'd nabbed from the Inn that now lay burning at his back. The village, whose name he'd now forgotten, lay in ruins and flames at the sudden arrival of...