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<blockquote data-quote="jasamcarl" data-source="post: 678041" data-attributes="member: 1251">Bhartus: &quot;The ground moving? We escape with ground moving.&quot; The party makes its way back to town behind the guards, with the twelve creatures following behind, huddling near each other shivering the the cold fall air.As the sizable host reaches the main square at the center of town, the daylight has fleed below the horizen and both the near and far stars are visible in the night sky. Two massive caravans are being prepared behind the magistrate's office. One is loaded with wheat and barley along with many tools. Empty wagons near the rear are padded with hay, obviously meant to convey bodies.The other caravan looks to be a far more glorious affair. Colorful silks and jewels are visible in the forward wagons even from hundreds of feet away. Near the back is a massive throng of meanly dressed individuals, tied together near the waste with rope. Armed guards surround them. This is obviously a slave caravan.The fiery haired figure of Daris Salum (slavetrader) hurridly approaches the party from the latter caravan. He briefly eyes the grimlocks before turning to the Fists. &quot;I am now leaving with my charges, noble adventurers. The complications that have arisen during the Festival has made the ventures of my fellow slavers in this town untenable. As a matter of honor, I have been forced to purchase most of the slaves. I know many in this land and in your company dissaprove of what we do, but I vow that I will find these wretches a good home in my native lands of D'or. Many will eventually be freed, and many of those who are not will live better lives than if they were free. The sheriff is within his building, organizing the aid caravan for those poor souls hit by the earthquake. I leave you now. Good luck, oh noble ones.&quot; He rushes back to his caravan.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="jasamcarl, post: 678041, member: 1251"] [I]Bhartus: "The ground moving? We escape with ground moving."[/I] The party makes its way back to town behind the guards, with the twelve creatures following behind, huddling near each other shivering the the cold fall air. As the sizable host reaches the main square at the center of town, the daylight has fleed below the horizen and both the near and far stars are visible in the night sky. Two massive caravans are being prepared behind the magistrate's office. One is loaded with wheat and barley along with many tools. Empty wagons near the rear are padded with hay, obviously meant to convey bodies. The other caravan looks to be a far more glorious affair. Colorful silks and jewels are visible in the forward wagons even from hundreds of feet away. Near the back is a massive throng of meanly dressed individuals, tied together near the waste with rope. Armed guards surround them. This is obviously a slave caravan. The fiery haired figure of Daris Salum (slavetrader) hurridly approaches the party from the latter caravan. He briefly eyes the grimlocks before turning to the Fists. "I am now leaving with my charges, noble adventurers. The complications that have arisen during the Festival has made the ventures of my fellow slavers in this town untenable. As a matter of honor, I have been forced to purchase most of the slaves. I know many in this land and in your company dissaprove of what we do, but I vow that I will find these wretches a good home in my native lands of D'or. Many will eventually be freed, and many of those who are not will live better lives than if they were free. The sheriff is within his building, organizing the aid caravan for those poor souls hit by the earthquake. I leave you now. Good luck, oh noble ones." He rushes back to his caravan. [/QUOTE]

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