The Fae of the deep woods and the places of the In-Between honored ancient pacts and promises, presenting their best warriors and life mages. They also gave unto the First Children great stores of witchwood lumber, grown from the giant sentient trees that had roots in both worlds so that the elven craftsn might make living ships to travel the deeps. The forces under the command of the Elven High King were nad the Eastern Alliance, as an entire continent prepared for war.
- On the Cataclysm by an unknown Quassian Scholar circa 103 AC
I awoke first to a kick in the stomach, where I felt nothing, which was followed by another more painful strike to the small of my back. Howling in pain, I forced my eyes open, reaching for a weapon that was no longer there. I dimly realized I was surrounded by four individuals clad in heavy-looking fur-trimd leathers and chainmail. Shock filled , as it dawned on this was my first encounter with people, and they did not seem at all friendly. Through the pain, I tried to explain that I ant no harm, that this must all be so sort of mistake. But all that ca out of were wheezing coughs.
One of the n, the leader I presud, was equipped with a plud iron nasal helm. He spat out what I guessed was a mixture of invectives, curses, and orders in a coarse guttural language that had far too many consonants. I glanced at the other n, my eyes drawn to the mixture of cruel weapons hanging from their belts. An eclectic mixture of weapons, ranging from cavalry sabers to crude-looking clubs, heightened their nacing presence. One of their number held my broken half-spear reverently, which I subconsciously reached out for only to be t with a stinging backhand to the face.
The n were laughing cruelly at , no doubt viewing as no threat. Grasping at straws, I ntally targeted the leader of the small group and invoked Identify to try and regain so control of the situation.
Bogurchu Batbayar - Waverider (Human lvl.12) Health 142/144 Stamina 36/37
Mana 8/8
The n continued to taunt , so with undisguised scorn in their eyes. One straddled my back, forcing my face to the ground, and muffling my cries of pain. Overpowered like a child, he grabbed my hair, forced my head up and shouted at in a rage-filled voice, spitting droplets of hot saliva all the while. I imagined I could understand from their tone one in three of his insults, sothing to do with my mother, animal, or perhaps slave?
Another of the n, squat and heavily muscled but bow-legged in the manner of experienced horsen, kneeled down before my face. Looking closely at him I saw cruel black Asiatic eyes and a jagged scar ran across his nose in a face that was pockmarked with the ravages of acne. His hands were calloused and rough from a hard life. He ran them almost gently through my dirty hair, muttering soft tones of perverse appreciation.
Then from behind, I felt the hands slip up the hem of my robe before another pair grabbed my buttocks firmly. Panicked, I tried to twist away, futilely flailing and kicking with my limbs. The n jeered and laughed at this, trading whoops and hollers with one another. With an angry grunt, Bogurchu pushed the man to my rear off . Angered, the man issued a feral challenge to the leader, snarling with pent-up frustration. Bogurchu, in a firm voice that brooked no rebellion, barked at the man, until eyes downcast he grunted in frustration and stepped away from .
They then gagged with so sort of dirty cloth, the horrible taste like ash and ruin in my mouth. A crude sackcloth cover was then forced over my head before my limbs were tied with a strong rough rope. Then I felt another strike hit in the back of the head. Dropping a large chunk of my Health, I fell into rciful unconsciousness.
Awaking to darkness, my first sensations were of the acrid stench of the sackcloth, like a mix of rotten vegetables and spoiled milk. I beca aware of the rocking motion of so sort of creature. I could feel blood trickling down from the back of my head and a ringing sensation in my brain.
The hood was ripped from my head and a rough canteen was brought to my lips. I drank fervently, the water tasting of leather and stale, before coughing a little to the crude jeers of the n. Two pairs of hands from behind set down upon the ground, and I could see that the animal in front of was just a horse. It reminded of the steppe ponies I had seen in nature docuntaries, but a few hands taller with stronger, more muscular flanks which promised great strength and endurance.
Tied behind the animal I was forced into a shuffling stumbling walk, half dragging against the rope that bound . Looking wearily in front of I saw the strangest of sights
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