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| Athecia |
Athecia couldn’t stop
her tears when she and the dozens of other slaves were lead into the stone room. The Tuskers had all of them surrounded,
herding the slaves into the long room, before departing through the rear door to
the upper chambers. Athecia realized
what the other slaves had not, their only connection to each other was that
they didn’t sell at the slaver’s market; Athecia feared whatever fate this Duergar
clan had in store for them.
In a matter of minutes the chamber grew completely dark the
only sounds the noises the slaves were making, petty arguments for personal space
breaking out. Then the wave of screams
began, Athecia looking blindly to the front of the chamber where the screams originated
when the fear hits her, mind numbing irrational fear. Athecia the slave could hear her own voice
yelling out for salvation, her last thoughts panicked sobbing and retching along
with the dozens of others overwhelmed by the draconic presence fast
approaching. Stone gears groan lowering
the stone wall ahead of them briefly revealing the night’s sky before the huge
maw of the dragon enters the stone room and begins to feed.
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