Post by Orisis on Sept 16, 2008 17:03:05 GMT 10
It was night, and although the mage-lights and lanterns of Sadrith Mora shone brightly as ever, men and mer had to sleed, and as such, only a handful of guards were on patrol in the city, several of them with heads noticably drooping on their shoulders and leaning in one position. As was the one guarding the slave pens.
One by one, the slaves looked at each other, and a silent message relayed themselves between them as they began to understand each other. Although most of the slaves were merely captives, a few were criminals who could not pay off their fine and were deigned too dangerous for the general community. It was a mage who finally made the first move.
In the dark of night, under the roof of the slave pens, there quiet, mechanical clicking sound. The first pen was free. Almost. Systematically, the mage went through each and every one of the pens until all were free. Nobody made a sound. The plan was already outlined, and the mage, exhausted, quietly slipped back into one of the pens.
Everything was going exactly to plan.
Then someone coughed. A hushed whisper told him to be quiet, and all of a sudden, there were a dozen angry, hushed voices talking at once.
"Who's there?"
And panic ensued, as the slaves swarmed out of the pens and overran the single guard. For those who could reach, they undid their slave bracers, and all that could armed themselves from anything that was lying around, and the mob of escapees spilled into the streets.
One by one, the slaves looked at each other, and a silent message relayed themselves between them as they began to understand each other. Although most of the slaves were merely captives, a few were criminals who could not pay off their fine and were deigned too dangerous for the general community. It was a mage who finally made the first move.
In the dark of night, under the roof of the slave pens, there quiet, mechanical clicking sound. The first pen was free. Almost. Systematically, the mage went through each and every one of the pens until all were free. Nobody made a sound. The plan was already outlined, and the mage, exhausted, quietly slipped back into one of the pens.
Everything was going exactly to plan.
Then someone coughed. A hushed whisper told him to be quiet, and all of a sudden, there were a dozen angry, hushed voices talking at once.
"Who's there?"
And panic ensued, as the slaves swarmed out of the pens and overran the single guard. For those who could reach, they undid their slave bracers, and all that could armed themselves from anything that was lying around, and the mob of escapees spilled into the streets.