DAMN YOU FATE!!! Damn. You.
Having freed myself from the Therans, I must say that I find myself feeling vexed.
My last thoughts were of flying, falling, and pain. I have awoken to find myself shackled yet again. Only this time by dirty Orks working for the Therans. At this rate, I’m sure I’ll be out of slavery in a decade or two….
Despite the pain from my left shoulder and arm, my thoughts drift to Sariella. How could I have left her behind? Did Xandarlathalas know about her some how? Why didn’t the Nightflyer spell work like I had intended? I know I deciphered the spell correctly. What did I miss? I muse for quite some time over the cypher and symbols of the spell in my head.
I find myself growling out loud, pulling against the wall shackles. Some of the other slaves shirk away from me as my tattoos begin to glow again. The hood from my cloak must have fallen off after I shifted some from the fall. I know they can see the tattoos on my neck and head. A part of me doesn’t care, wants them to fear me, but I am truly just like them. A slave. I take a deep breath and let it out slowly, unclenching my jaw as I do so. The soft blue glow quickly fades and we are once again in darkness.
A few days more go by and we appear to have finally reached our destination. Through the caravan bars I can see mountains blocking out part of the skies. The sights and sounds of mining surround us. We are eventually released, via chain gang, and taken into the mines.
That was 197 days ago by my recollection. I base this on the guard rotations, our meager meals and work schedules. We were immediately put to mining for orichalcum. Once, while no one was looking, I studied the orichalcum by perceiving Astrally. I can immediately tell that it is tainted somehow. Xandarlathalas might have been a cruel, maniacal, egotistical master, but he used orichalcum with his alchemy to put in the ink that he used to tattoo on me. This orichalcum was not the same. It had a dullness about it in Astral space. What would cause such corruption? Unfortunately, perceiving Astrally takes quite a strain on you and can be very dangerous if done in very polluted areas. I dare not take anymore chances to find the source of the corruption. Undoubtedly I would not care for whatever being was causing such bile.
I try using a sign language that I managed to learn from the other slaves in Thera, some of the slaves here know it as well. Since talking is absolutely a sure way to get beaten and rations taken away, I’m able to communicate with a few of my fellow chained miners. I find out we are somewhere is Southwestern Barsaive, possibly near the Twilight Peaks. If this is true, I may not be too far away from Kremekar, the village that I grew up in.
I begin signing, trying to find others who are interested in freedom and seeing the sun, moon and stars again.