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[Thugren]

You move slowly and you make sure to check your surroundings. As the hours Rick on your headache fades and the throbbing vanishes. The moon is high in the nights sky as you come upon what seems to be an old world public park.

As you draw near you can see the telltale markings of demihuman habitation. Tribal glyphs adorn tree trunks and sheets of metal

You can head into the park or keep on your way

[Prosperan Son]

Huron looks towards the moon, taking in it's light. He takes note of the markings and takes a moment to consider his options. Gripping his blade tightly, he moves towards the park, deciding it would be faster, despite the possible danger

[Thugren]

Human bone piles lay scattered about.

Blood stains the earth and you can see that the area your in is covered in blood


In the distance you can see a small shan't town, humanoid figures patrol and beside them are seekers

[Prosperan Son]

Huron stands amidst the bones, undisturbed by the sight. He has seen them before, and the bones of the dead playing part to his belief. He reaches to his bone necklace, superstition overcoming him for a moment. Spotting figures in the distance, he leans down to grab one of the bones, looking for a femur.

[Thugren]

You find a sturdy femur amidst the pile and tea it's weight

It tough and sturdy you move close to the town keeping to the shadows as you come up to one of the houses.

Inside in filthy cages varghen, demihuman a like yourself sit in chains.

One looks up at you, his feline eyes considering you weakly

[Prosperan Son]

Huron eyes move from cage to cage, examining each of the captives in turn. Who had captured them? And why? Snapping the top of the of femur off, he cut in a slant with his sword, sharpening it to a spear point. Huron stopped at the last cage, returning the gaze of the Varghen.

[Thugren]

The varghen tries to open her mouth, her features are snakelike but her scales are green

" leave from here crudelian... Lest you suffer our fate..."

[Prosperan Son]

Huron stands his ground, holding his hand against the cage bars. " Who has done this to you?" He asked, putting her warning aside. These people were in need of help.

[Thugren]

Taken from home and shoved Ito these cages to be sold... Many have died ......

She leans back as of speaking was an effort


No water in two days... So weak

[Prosperan Son]

"I will do what I can, I promise." Huron declared to the varghen. He looked around for any sign of their captors before going back to check the lock on the cage.

[Thugren]

the lock is decayed, it seems te cages where of bad quality or have deteriorated over some time.

you hear movement behind you outside the hut with the cages, and the msell of human body odor fills your nostrils

[Prosperan Son]

Huron spins around, blade and sharpened femur held at the read. He tilts his head to the side, following the scents and sounds. His nose wrinkles at the stench.

[Thugren]

the man passes in front of the door, standing there you hear a slight clink , the smell of burning tabacco fills the air and the varghen woman looks at you

"he always smokes there....the same time every night.."


you put your hand on the door and notice its reed thin and easily pushed through

[Prosperan Son]

Huron tilts his head towards the Varghen, weapons at the ready" Are there any others I should be made aware of? Or is he a loner?"

[Thugren]

The snake hisses weakly

During the night the main part of the group hunts for slaves only give stay in the camp.. The others usually are on the other side of the camp

[Prosperan Son]

'"That could prove to be troublesome. Anything else I should be made aware of?" He asked, wanting all the facts before performing a deed such as this. He was not about to charge into a fight without knowing what he was up against.

[Thugren]

The snake woman hisses in annoyance

I know if you don't dodo etching soon the hunting teams will be coming and you'll be in these cages too crudelian

[Prosperan Son]

Huron ignored her before stepping through the door and looking through the contents of the room for the man. Murderous intent in his eyes.

[Thugren]

The man stands before a fire. Smoking idly, from his belt hangs a ring of keys and a short bloody chopping blade hangs from his hip


Nothing seems to move in the silence and not a soul can be seen anywhere within the area

[Prosperan Son]

Huron sticks close to the wall, blade and bone in hand. He moves towards the man, spinning the femur in his hand into a throwing position. Taking a deep breathe, Huron hurls the blade, tip first towards the mans,aiming for his upper spine.

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