Imaro
2013-08-15, 03:44 PM
It has been two weeks since your salvation and rescue from the wreckage of the slave ship that brought you to far-off lands and the care of a kindly, if fast-talking, merchant and his voyaging caravan.
Along the long journey from the deserts of Meraz to the orient, you were outfitted with all of the possessions you wished (within reason of course), in exchange for your services through the desert. While some of you may have had qualms or took to the deal with gusto, you all accepted the merchant Faiz's offer. In this time, the caravansary of forty seems to have grown to appreciate your assistance and company. On the 15th day of your travel through the scorching desert, you broke your fast before the sun rose, as Faiz demanded, and set off eastward with bellies full and throats beginning to parch, a discomfort to which you'd all grown accustomed.
"Looks like another blessed day, kissed by the burning lips of the Dawnflower, wouldn't you say?" Faiz calls out. Some of his caravansary feign laughter, while others march on in muffled song led by the expedition's bard, a young orc with a surprisingly beautiful voice.
"It occurs to me... While I have learned their names, I have neglected to ask our newest brethren what they intend to do once we have reached the markets of Goka," posited Faiz in his hoarse, piping voice. "Anyone care to share with us a tale of future prospects?"
The breeze picked up, and for a moment the heated grip of the sun seemed to relax.
Along the long journey from the deserts of Meraz to the orient, you were outfitted with all of the possessions you wished (within reason of course), in exchange for your services through the desert. While some of you may have had qualms or took to the deal with gusto, you all accepted the merchant Faiz's offer. In this time, the caravansary of forty seems to have grown to appreciate your assistance and company. On the 15th day of your travel through the scorching desert, you broke your fast before the sun rose, as Faiz demanded, and set off eastward with bellies full and throats beginning to parch, a discomfort to which you'd all grown accustomed.
"Looks like another blessed day, kissed by the burning lips of the Dawnflower, wouldn't you say?" Faiz calls out. Some of his caravansary feign laughter, while others march on in muffled song led by the expedition's bard, a young orc with a surprisingly beautiful voice.
"It occurs to me... While I have learned their names, I have neglected to ask our newest brethren what they intend to do once we have reached the markets of Goka," posited Faiz in his hoarse, piping voice. "Anyone care to share with us a tale of future prospects?"
The breeze picked up, and for a moment the heated grip of the sun seemed to relax.