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Message: <blockquote data-quote="hbarsquared" data-source="post: 2120370" data-attributes="member: 4550">The last reserves of strengthTeaserKeisha struggled to stay alive in the confined darkness as the thuds from above began to drown out the moans of the others packed into the belly of the slave ship.  She heard muffled voices, but could not make out any words, even if she had known the language of the hateful yells and dying screams of the orcs.  Her bonds bit deeply into her wrists and ankles, etching scars she knew she would carry for the rest of her life.  A life that would be nothing but short, painful, and brutal.As darkness descended over her thoughts, Keisha forced them away with memories of her home.  It had been beautiful, once, and she latched onto that memory.Another thud above her, and a few yards away a small trapdoor, the door into which she and the hundred other slaves had been shoved and stacked, thrust open.  The sudden bright light blinded her and Keisha heard sharp breathes from those around her who had also seen light for their first time in several weeks.  The orc growled something in its guttural language, drew out its weapon, and stepped down into the hold with the vardatch held aloft.She couldn’t see; dozens of dirty bodies, some already dead, blocked her view.  But she heard the scream, the scream of mortal fear cut all too short.  More screams.  But not all in the hold feared death, many had become resigned to it, and so she was still able to hear the smallest whisper of air as an arrow sunk into the death-dealing orc’s side.  She would live for at least a few more hours.Keisha closed her eyes and waited.</blockquote>

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