Thread: The Great Serpent (M2) Dreamie~Middie

With 'Raan's blessing, the group returned to the campsite where - as Ammon had predicted - everyone was just beginning to awaken. We're going to Haven, Irvine explained as emerged through a brambly thistle bush, It's a city at the edge of the country where slaves flee to after they've been freed from the clutches of their masters. Its ruled by Ramses La'Vaen, he's a desert remnant like Ammon, Deacon and myself. What we're trying to do is bring three thousand slaves to the country across the sea and explain to the king the genocide being committed here. Three thousand slaves will be enough to vouch and show the king that this accusation is no lie. Irvine directed 'Raan to a more silent portion of the encampment where younger slaves and the injured had been slumbering. He planted himself firmly upon a neatly stacked pile of burlap sacks filled healthily to the brim with oatmeal and dried fruit rations. We'll be leaving within the hour and moving out double time. Our next weystation isn't for a few days. Meanwhile, Ammon had reported to her brother's yurt where he had been having a private discussion with one of the revolutionaries. Though his sister's entrance was soundless, he knew immediately it was her that had entered. Left unhindered by the dull darkness within the cowhide tent, Ammon brazenly stepped forward. Her brother's sweet jade eyes bore through the darkness where he had found his sister's, laden with nonchalance and obscurity. I know, he began, leaving his gaze unturned, You needn't utter a word, sister. Immediately Ammon realized he was speaking of the desert naga, 'Raan, who had been brought to their tiny encampment. How he knew was a mystery, and she dare not waste precious time to sate her intrigue. Kale and I have been discussing an important matter. I need to stress the severity of our situation, dear sister, and things are beginning to look grim. For those who knew Kale, he was an elder man, one of Deacon's father's close companions. It was Kale who helped Deacon become the man he was today and promised his late comrade that he would see his godson become successful. I have returned from Tevinter where Deacon has asked me to investigate. I have learned that another slave driver caravan has been dispatched and somehow has been informed of our current position. I believe that it would be in our best interest to split the caravan in half and take two completely different paths to Haven in hopes to hinder our pursuers. The plan isn't fool proof and will take us much longer to arrive then expected but ... I do believe it will increase our chances of arriving safely immensely. Deacon has asked me to consult you before anything is written in stone, Ammon, so what do you think? They'll be expecting that. Her immediate response startled the elder revolutionary Kale, but it was somewhat to be expected. Splitting the caravan in two also halves are defenses. If we were to run into a slave driver group at one of our weystations we'd stand no chance. What we need is a decoy. Kale's drab eyes went wide. A decoy? I have to admit that's clever, but ... isn't it a little audacious? Of course it is. I volunteer myself and Irvine to act as the decoys. I know another means to Haven though I've never been there before, but ... we can most certainly make some hell on the way there. Kale smirked. You two are the spit from your father's mouth, I swear! Deacon's eyes went low he peered rather disgustedly at Kale, uttering, That's a little atypical of you to say, Kale. The spit from his mouth? Couldn't you have used a more befitting allegory? Deacon slathered on the convival nonsense while he could as he realized dark times were ahead of them. One slip up and it was game over. Take the desert naga with you too. You're going to need as much strength as you can possibly acquire, sister. Deacon stood and approached his kin, taking her hand in his. It was then Ammon felt the cool caress of metal against her palm and the glint of quartz and agate. Take this. You'll need it. Any who ... it's time to pack up. Take what you need you should leave before us. Kale will be traveling between caravans for reports, so make sure to keep us updated, alright?listulistulistu