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724457 No. 724457 ID: 47e14a

It's summer in Coslana and a cart with three fresh slaves rattles slowly over the bumpy road of hardened sand. The desert sun shines down on the cart, it's passengers weakly running tongues over lips.

The town they're traveling towards is a good day or so away still, and there their fates await them.
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No. 724458 ID: 47e14a
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Wearing rags and dirt the three could be anyone. Powerful paldins, shifty rogues, expert performers or simple street trash - their histories are no more, but they did come from somewhere.

These three are bound together by forces stronger than the iron around their necks.

Who are our heros?
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No. 724459 ID: 15a025

A noble mage who's just learning the ropes of their untapped potential, a skilled archer, and a female warrior.
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No. 724480 ID: 430103

so a priest, a monk and a ninja walked into a bar...
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No. 724481 ID: f6442a

Have you heard of the Three Stooges? They're based upon a true story: these guys.
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No. 724492 ID: 98ff64

a shifty if deranged rogue determined to pickpocket the emperor/empress, a powerful necromancer weakened by daylight (but night will come (and nights in the desert are cold beyond belief)), and a mighty berserkeress, nearly able to rip the chains off with her bare hands
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No. 724531 ID: 47e14a
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Melody comes from a long line of magic users, a noble family who's influence stretches far in Coslana. The couple is known for their inventions in magical advancement, creating countless items that help to channel and control violent strains of the arcane.

Which came in quite handy when their daughter began setting her bed and parts of her room aflame late at night. Her powers flared at the most inopportune moments, when the girl was embarrassed, angry, upset. The worst though, by far, was the time just a few weeks ago that Melody had snuck from her fine silk sheets and crept to the kitchen where the handsome apprentice cook waited for her. He was always so kind, so understanding of her 'condition'. He kissed her gently, sweetly on the cheek.

Her heart fluttered in her chest and she did her best - but you see, she just can't control herself sometimes.

Shaking the memories from her mind she flexes her bound hands behind her back. Her powers seem to be under control now, but the tips of her fingers thrum as her heart beats hard, the soft rattle of wooden wheels causing her to sway and the chain tethering her to the cart to clink in time.

She looks at the man sitting beside her then to the hulking creature taking up the entire other side of the cart and gulps, her eyes turning down.

She could ask them something, if she could swallow the lump in her throat.
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No. 724544 ID: a075ba

How'd you end up in chains, Melody? Parents couldn't shield you from the consequences?

(Although if you'd been arrested for using your powers, you'd think they'd have you in restraints that prevented you from using it).

>She could ask them something, if she could swallow the lump in her throat.
Do... you know where they're taking us?
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No. 724546 ID: 0d6c82

Ask them "So how'd you end up here?"
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No. 724547 ID: f6442a

"Hey lizardbreath, why the long face?"
*pause for effect*
"Aww, cat got your tongue?"
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No. 724602 ID: a22f87

so does anyone have any idea where we're heading or what we can expect?
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No. 724629 ID: 2f5847

>>724602
We are a young woman in a cart with a one-eyed elf and a hulking lizardbeast.

Basically, we should expect starring roles in a Coslanian donkey show.
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No. 724632 ID: 47e14a
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>How'd you end up in chains, Melody? Parents couldn't shield you from the consequences?

Of course not everyone embraces magic - especially so when the magic accidentally scars one's son for life. Her parents couldn't be everywhere at the same time, and the cook had been seemed so understanding of the whole situation... Hindsight was 20/20, after all.

It was a week after the incident. Her dinner tasted a little funny and she remembered how heavy her head felt, how her eyelids sunk lower and lower. And then darkness.

She doesn't resent the man, she deserves this.

He hadn't killed her at least. He didn't want to kill the poor girl, just keep her far far away from his family. Besides, he knew this slaver was a decent man, he wouldn't sell her to anyone too shady.

She tried not to think about it.
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No. 724634 ID: 47e14a
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Melody leans forward, looking at the massive dragonborn, catching it's stoic gaze as she murmurs, "Do... you know where they're taking us? What's going to happen to us?" her voice cracks, it's been days since she tried to speak last. It never did any good.

The creature's eyes narrow and a hot puff of air blasts from it's nostrils. The chain attached to the muzzle around it's snout clatters as it turns it's head away.

The girl's cheeks flush darker and she turns instead to the pointed eared man beside her. "...How'd you end up here?"

"Who, me?" His voice is low and rumbly, gravely but not in the same dry way Melody's voice ground against itself. He turns a little, smirking toward the scaled creature. "You don't want to answer her?" His lips spread to a grin and his head cocks to one side. "What's wrong, cat got your tongue?"

All at once the cart lurches as the massive creature lunges forward, thankfully held in place with heavy chains wrapped and weighed down to the cart. Nostrils flare and another hot puff of smoke ripples forth. With a clatter of chains, it settles down again, snorting in distaste.

"No? All right." The man turns toward Melody, turning his good eye to her. "We're going to Osem, darlin'. They're going to sell us like cattle. Or they would be - but we're not going to hang around that long. Or at least I'm not."

He grins wide, cracking the stream of blood that dribbled and dried from his nose with a smile that was almost too white. "I'm Aklas, nice to meet you."
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No. 724636 ID: 47e14a
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Alkas is bored. He's been captured before, escaped before, even been a slave before. This was a weaker set up than he was used to. Normally there was at least a cage, or he was tied up better. It was just a matter of time.

The elf spent his early life in the forest, learning the flora and fauna and growing attached to the feel of smooth dew fresh blades of grass between his toes. But the merchants that passed through their woods with their shiny wares and pockets full of gold made the boy greedy. And with such greed came consequence.

He was taken from the forest in a way much like this, still unskilled with escaping and forced to learn the hard way what happened when he was less than perfect. It was a lesson he learned over and over again. Today's lesson was about bluffing and how not everyone is doing so when they say they'll break your nose if you say one more word...But it was so satisfying to whisper, "Word."

Worth it.

Alkas eyes the nervous bird beside him, the corner of his mouth tugged up in a smirk. She's pretty, that one, smooth skin like she's never even so much as seen the light of day before. Afraid and all alone.

Time to put on the moves.
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No. 724638 ID: 47e14a

>>724629

I'm dying<3
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No. 724642 ID: a22f87

well she's scared so might as well try and comfort her. She looks like the type that is waiting for her prince charming to come in at the last moment and save her. Don't see why you can't try and be that prince charming.
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No. 724660 ID: 3d2d5f

>>724642
Yeah, this is the right approach. She's scared and seeking reassurance. Provide that and she'll cling to you, and she's got a body worth clinging. You'll find a chance for some fun, before or after escaping.

And this won't literally blow up in your face at all!
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No. 724700 ID: f6442a

Just put on an air of confidence like you've done this hundreds of times before. Godzilla over there can't testify otherwise as long as his trap is shut.
Also, if you really have a plan, now is a good time to go over it in your head.
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