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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Almightyfoon" data-source="post: 5517917" data-attributes="member: 6670569">The lashes bite into the backs of the slaves as the train moves forward. Step after step, mile after mile, things have continued like this. The train passes under the relative comfort of the trees on outside edge of the forest. A few of the guards tense up and begin watching the tree line. You’ve heard whisper’s from within the train, from both slaves and guards, of strange spirits within the trees. Spirit’s that make entire traveling caravans disappear leaving only leaving piles of draconian bodies, any thing else disappeared into the forest. Some chocked it up to bandit’s, but many of the draconian’s were unsure of who would attack slavers traveling through the Tyranny of the Lost, so many weren’t sure that they were in fact bandits.      Aurora notices a set of marks on the trees that to many would be inconsequential scratches, deer marks to anyone else. But to Aurora they are marks of hope. A bird call sounds through the wood. A second call answers through the woods, slightly higher pitched. A third call echoed through the woods and the train lead signaled for the group to stop. He turned to signal the rest of the train to prepare for an ambush, when three arrows whistled out from the woods.      ”AMBUSH!” one of the slavers yelled as humanoids rushed out of the woods and loosed arrows into the draconians, unerringly striking them, leaving the slaves untouched..</blockquote>

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