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MATT: You’re still kicking and breaking free.
They’re going to try to restrain you once more.
Roll one more athletics check.
ASHLEY: Eight.
MATT: No, that’s not going to do it. As much as
you struggle right now, you’re by yourself. Now it
looks like two figures holding you down, and the
third one that is frustrated that you have
resisted a spell a second time. They get the
manacles on the back of your legs. Your arms are
held behind, your ankles are now pulled up towards
where your hands are, and you are face down in the
wet grass in the middle of the night, as you feel
your body now being dragged by the chains.
Dragged, dragged. Your mouth is filled with the
taste of the sweat that’s poured down, that’s
soaked into the gag that’s now forced in your
mouth. Grass and grime and mud are grinding
against your face. All you can see is the dark
shadow there and the bits of star and sky ahead,
until eventually you’re lifted upright, right back
once more. Immediately, you can see a series of
wide carts, large travel caravan carts that are
low set, covered with piles of goods. Looks like
sacks and a couple of crates, fairly
sparse-looking for travel caravan crates, but what
you see travel up and down the roads all the time.
There are three of them with horses to the front
of them. You can see about eight other figures
around these carts. As you’re up held there, with
your mouth gagged and your arms and legs bound,
you look off to the side and you can see Fjord and
Jester also struggling and unable to find their
way about. Jester begins to flex against it and
you can see her strong physique pushing against
it, and she gets smacked upside the cheek by one
of the men that pulls her and holds her in place.
You hear a voice speak up and say, “Hey, look what
"we found, eh?” You see a dark figure step closer
to you. Glancing up, through the minimal light, a
human man, tall and brutish. His head is
completely bald on top, revealing a scarred and
tattooed design across one side that curls down
into his lightly leathered armored chest. His
thick brow hangs over two cold, uncaring eyes. He
nods in approval to these three acquisitions that
you are, revealing a number of golden teeth
between his cracked lips. His muscular body is
mostly obscured by a cloak and hood beyond that
armor. The thug goes, “Lorenzo, your instincts are
"sharp. Looks like we found ourselves a sudden
bounty.” The heavy figure, who hasn’t spoken at
this point, kneels down and grabs the chins of
each of you. Grabs Jester, who is now shaking,
with anger and fear in her eyes, looks both sides
of her face, goes to Fjord and lifts the chin,
comes to you and grabs–
ASHLEY: I spit in his face.
MATT: The gag is right there, so you– (coughing)
“Looks like this one’s got some spirit too.
”(chuckles) Our prospects are good with this find.
Two divine-blood and one half-beast. I’m pleased.
“Toss them in with the others. We’ll head back. Our
cages are at capacity now.” He stands back up and
turns around and heads back to the carts, as