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Ida-Hurapu.
Jewel of the Baal-Asha River and totality of Southern Amol-Kalit’s massive slave trade; Ida-Hurapu’s inhabitants experience a higher status of living than most, often with land owning farmers given droves of slaves to ensure a constant export of grain and flax. This has the benefit of massive economic gains for both the Sultan and the cities merchants, but with great wealth comes the constant worry of slave revolts and unrest. Today, a short distance north of the city on a road to Vel Anir, just such an incident has begun to take place.
The caravan moved with a careful pace, with the mercenary company of Joane Steelheart backed by a contingent of The Immortals, a highly reputable group of heavy infantry slaves well regarded for their nigh impervious morale and exceptional training. Their leader, Douglas Haley, an up and coming figure in Ida-Hurapu, serving under the current Minister of Magic Sahl al-Ahsan. Although small, the magical contingent of Ida-Hurapu was well regarded amongst Amol-Kalit for its quality over quantity, and by proxy Douglas carried such an impression.
Douglas took his white stallion on a brisk jog to the front of the caravan as its withheld neighs showed how much energy was left in its youthful hop. With Joane leading the group, he knew of anyone to speak to she’d be the one to ensure proper logistical commands were followed;
“Next three miles we should see the slaves encampment.”, he offered her, motioning off to the vast hills before them; nothing but vast seas of dry grass waving at the winds command.
“Got any troops up for a preliminary scout, or would you prefer I sent my own?”, he said, glancing back to the marching Immortals who had come with him.
They kept pace with horses and more at a surprising rate, though their silence seemed to unnerve even allies. During the multiple nights they’d marched, few had said anything more than a grunt, and they often stuck to themselves. Only the higher ranked Immortals ever seemed to speak, and that was often in low tones to Douglas himself; never to another of Joane’s own troop. Complaints of their behavior likely met her ears often, but their efficiency and reputation kept any questions at bay, as where they lacked in social ability they’d certainly make up for in raw martial prowess.
“Speaking of which, have you considered a plan? The slaves have been robbing caravans coming from Al-Fanieh and Azatra, along with a reasonable guarded caravan from Vel Anir. Goading them into an ambush might be the best way to get rid of the most militant of the group.”, Douglas offered her. He was not tactical genius, but he had been trying to learn for what it was worth.
Joane Steelheart
Jewel of the Baal-Asha River and totality of Southern Amol-Kalit’s massive slave trade; Ida-Hurapu’s inhabitants experience a higher status of living than most, often with land owning farmers given droves of slaves to ensure a constant export of grain and flax. This has the benefit of massive economic gains for both the Sultan and the cities merchants, but with great wealth comes the constant worry of slave revolts and unrest. Today, a short distance north of the city on a road to Vel Anir, just such an incident has begun to take place.
The caravan moved with a careful pace, with the mercenary company of Joane Steelheart backed by a contingent of The Immortals, a highly reputable group of heavy infantry slaves well regarded for their nigh impervious morale and exceptional training. Their leader, Douglas Haley, an up and coming figure in Ida-Hurapu, serving under the current Minister of Magic Sahl al-Ahsan. Although small, the magical contingent of Ida-Hurapu was well regarded amongst Amol-Kalit for its quality over quantity, and by proxy Douglas carried such an impression.
Douglas took his white stallion on a brisk jog to the front of the caravan as its withheld neighs showed how much energy was left in its youthful hop. With Joane leading the group, he knew of anyone to speak to she’d be the one to ensure proper logistical commands were followed;
“Next three miles we should see the slaves encampment.”, he offered her, motioning off to the vast hills before them; nothing but vast seas of dry grass waving at the winds command.
“Got any troops up for a preliminary scout, or would you prefer I sent my own?”, he said, glancing back to the marching Immortals who had come with him.
They kept pace with horses and more at a surprising rate, though their silence seemed to unnerve even allies. During the multiple nights they’d marched, few had said anything more than a grunt, and they often stuck to themselves. Only the higher ranked Immortals ever seemed to speak, and that was often in low tones to Douglas himself; never to another of Joane’s own troop. Complaints of their behavior likely met her ears often, but their efficiency and reputation kept any questions at bay, as where they lacked in social ability they’d certainly make up for in raw martial prowess.
“Speaking of which, have you considered a plan? The slaves have been robbing caravans coming from Al-Fanieh and Azatra, along with a reasonable guarded caravan from Vel Anir. Goading them into an ambush might be the best way to get rid of the most militant of the group.”, Douglas offered her. He was not tactical genius, but he had been trying to learn for what it was worth.
Joane Steelheart
