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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Evilhalfling" data-source="post: 7855022" data-attributes="member: 16991">Chapter 1As the hot afternoon begins, your wagon lurches to a halt –“On your feet Maggots! Time for a little exercise!”  the guard captain, a heavyset, scarred Mul threads the giant hair rope out of the wall and pushed at by guards, you are brought out of the Wagon to walk along on the road.  There are a lot of Crodlu riders and other guards surrounding the three great rolling wagons.  You notice a troop of walking guards headed into the wagon.  Looks like they get to rest while you walk.  The Wagon just ahead of you is only a single massive flatbed, with hides stretching across it, pulled by a single Mellikot.The caravan ahead of you keeps going and the slave master cracks his whip until you catch up.  You are separated into two lines of over twenty slaves each, still bound to the giant hair rope, Held by a guard.  All of you are near the front on the same rope line.  A half dozen Crodlu riders keep pace with the lines of slaves, and you can see archers watching you from the upper levels of the Wagon you just left.There is a lot of shouting, but the whips are mainly used for show rather than beating.You march for several hours in the sun, some of you watch carefully for a chance to escape but the odds seem poor.  As the sun drops toward the horizon, you can see a cloud of dust approaching on the road behind the caravan.  Looking ahead you can see an almost dry river bed, winding off to the north. The river has no vegetation along its banks.Then there is FIRE.The front of the caravan his hit by a massive fiery explosion.  You here yells and the screams of animals. Lean figures with black cloaks and bows or spears seem to rise up out of the nearby sands.The Mul Guard captain eyes the approaching raiders and turns his attention quickly back to you slaves.“The people attacking this house want no one to survive!  Any of you maggots who fight to defend us and triumphs will be promoted to guards!   Weapons are waiting for you at the Wagon!”The guard captain unties the giant hair rope from his mount and casts it to the ground.  He turns and rides toward the Wagon, yelling orders at the guards. You can slide your hemp ropes off the end, but are still bound.OOC: the cloaked figures approaching are barely within arrow range.  Go ahead and post 2 rounds of actions. An initiative roll, and any skill/attack rolls you make    Post your actions whenever it's handy for you, they will happen in initiative order.</blockquote>

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