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<blockquote data-quote="megamania" data-source="post: 673285" data-attributes="member: 9255">UNDER A DARKSUNSEGMENT 002Hot.Hot and extremely unpleasant.&nbsp; He couldn’t stop thinking about it.&nbsp; For two days now he has been within this slave caravan cell.&nbsp; He has seen three humans give in to the heat thus far.&nbsp; The enslavers merely wrote it up as business causes and pushed the bodies off the cargo wagon onto the sandy wastes to be eaten by the carrion consumers within the desert.How did I get caught and put within here?&nbsp; I was always faster, stronger and smarter than most people my own age.&nbsp; Maybe my luck just ran out.&nbsp; “How are you holding up Alderoan?”An elf was chained to the wall next to him.&nbsp; He was captured yesterday at an oasis.&nbsp; Like most elves, it was not the heat that bothered him, it was the containment.&nbsp; “I have seen better horizons Mania.&nbsp; However, I would like to think I will be out soon enough.”The young man known only to others as Mania slowly nodded his head and gave a short and less than sinsere smirk to the elf.&nbsp; He knew they would arrive in Nibenay shortly after the rise of the sun.&nbsp; At this point they would be sold on the slave market to nobles, templars and woodsmen.&nbsp; Neither sounded good to him or the elf.&nbsp; Still, the elf seemed to have a new spark in his eyes that he had not seen earlier.&nbsp; Damn these elves thought Mania.&nbsp; They always seem to know something that no one else does….or at least pretend to know successfully.&nbsp; The sweat burned his eyes as he looked up to see how the others fared.&nbsp; There were still 16 surviving slaves to be within the cell.&nbsp; Most were human nomads or escaped slaves from Urik.&nbsp; All seemed very weak from their harsh treatment.&nbsp; By day, the inclosed cell reached tempertures over 140 degrees.&nbsp; By night the tempertures dropped below a chilly 50 degrees.&nbsp; The elf, like his peoples, did not notice the temperture differences much.&nbsp; However, the dwarf and other humans felt it with all their souls.If the temperture and confinement did not calm a person, then blows from the caravan guards and the headaches caused by the mindbender did.&nbsp; There were eight guards and a mindbender controlling the beasts of burden.&nbsp; It only took the nine of them to control the slaves.&nbsp;&nbsp; The sun was low in the sky.&nbsp; The outside temperture had already dropped below 100 while within the cell it was still over 130.Alderoan spoke very quietly to himself.&nbsp; He knows we will die or become slaves by morning thought Mania.&nbsp; He is losing it.&nbsp; Mania began to curl into a fetal position.&nbsp; He was finally prepared to give up when he knowed a queer sight.&nbsp; A small blue glider was riding on the wagon.&nbsp; This small lizard would use the skin flaps between it’s legs to sail after bugs.&nbsp; What was it doing here, so far away from an oasis, riding a slave wagon?&nbsp; Alderoan seemed to be listening to it.“Hmmm….you are correct Relea”, whispered the elf as he looked onto the blonde haired young man.&nbsp; “You would seem to be better than this Mania…better than to give up when our first opportunity to leave has yet to come.&nbsp; Do you know whom I am?&nbsp; I am Alderoan, an elf.&nbsp; This you know.&nbsp; You know more than the cretins above us.&nbsp; Let me now tell you a secret.”&nbsp; The elf leans over to Mania as if to pass out, “I am also a chief’s eldermost son.&nbsp; Relea has told me about a rescue attempt that they prepare for me.&nbsp; Though I need not your help, it would be appreciated.&nbsp; In return, I will release you.&nbsp; Do you agree?”“Hell-yeah”</blockquote>

[QUOTE="megamania, post: 673285, member: 9255"] UNDER A DARKSUN SEGMENT 002 Hot. Hot and extremely unpleasant. He couldn’t stop thinking about it. For two days now he has been within this slave caravan cell. He has seen three humans give in to the heat thus far. The enslavers merely wrote it up as business causes and pushed the bodies off the cargo wagon onto the sandy wastes to be eaten by the carrion consumers within the desert. How did I get caught and put within here? I was always faster, stronger and smarter than most people my own age. Maybe my luck just ran out. “How are you holding up Alderoan?” An elf was chained to the wall next to him. He was captured yesterday at an oasis. Like most elves, it was not the heat that bothered him, it was the containment. “I have seen better horizons Mania. However, I would like to think I will be out soon enough.” The young man known only to others as Mania slowly nodded his head and gave a short and less than sinsere smirk to the elf. He knew they would arrive in Nibenay shortly after the rise of the sun. At this point they would be sold on the slave market to nobles, templars and woodsmen. Neither sounded good to him or the elf. Still, the elf seemed to have a new spark in his eyes that he had not seen earlier. Damn these elves thought Mania. They always seem to know something that no one else does….or at least pretend to know successfully. The sweat burned his eyes as he looked up to see how the others fared. There were still 16 surviving slaves to be within the cell. Most were human nomads or escaped slaves from Urik. All seemed very weak from their harsh treatment. By day, the inclosed cell reached tempertures over 140 degrees. By night the tempertures dropped below a chilly 50 degrees. The elf, like his peoples, did not notice the temperture differences much. However, the dwarf and other humans felt it with all their souls. If the temperture and confinement did not calm a person, then blows from the caravan guards and the headaches caused by the mindbender did. There were eight guards and a mindbender controlling the beasts of burden. It only took the nine of them to control the slaves. The sun was low in the sky. The outside temperture had already dropped below 100 while within the cell it was still over 130. Alderoan spoke very quietly to himself. He knows we will die or become slaves by morning thought Mania. He is losing it. Mania began to curl into a fetal position. He was finally prepared to give up when he knowed a queer sight. A small blue glider was riding on the wagon. This small lizard would use the skin flaps between it’s legs to sail after bugs. What was it doing here, so far away from an oasis, riding a slave wagon? Alderoan seemed to be listening to it. “Hmmm….you are correct Relea”, whispered the elf as he looked onto the blonde haired young man. “You would seem to be better than this Mania…better than to give up when our first opportunity to leave has yet to come. Do you know whom I am? I am Alderoan, an elf. This you know. You know more than the cretins above us. Let me now tell you a secret.” The elf leans over to Mania as if to pass out, “I am also a chief’s eldermost son. Relea has told me about a rescue attempt that they prepare for me. Though I need not your help, it would be appreciated. In return, I will release you. Do you agree?” “Hell-yeah” [/QUOTE]

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