<div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c9/Alhanna-alden-slavers-bay-01.jpg)</div><br/><hr/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/11/Alhanna-GM.jpg)</div><strong>GM</strong><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><em>Inside Slaver's Bay....<br/><br/>It's close to midnight. The call of the hour can be faintly heard through the walls. The city of Alden, however, had spots that were still awake, no matter the hour. Late nights in taverns where the drunks challenge each other to games, where forbidden contests could be found beneath well-intention buildings, and the whores and courtesans plying their trade. It was a city of trade, of commerce, but it once stood for more.<br/><br/>Corruption crept through the waters. Once a proud city of ethical trade, Alden was fallen. Bureaucrats turning the other way to allow illegal trade of slaves. After all, it kept the streets clean of the poor and homeless, didn't it? It gave them shelter, food, a place to live.... Never mind that it was against their wishes. That children were sold and traded for a living. That women were given to brutal masters. That men were sold to illegal gladiator rings and made to fight for their lives.<br/><br/>It was once a proud city.....<br/><br/>It could be seen in the sturdy make of the buildings. It was why Slaver's Bay was established the way it was. The ancient sewers and tunnels, big as a man, allowed for ease of access while keeping their work secret. The multi-floored building that they chose to cage and trade their slaves were strong, hard to break free, and kept their wares safe and dry. And a perfect access to the docks, no less.<br/><br/>Within one said room, with thick pillars chained with manacles and length of steel, there were several prisoners ready for transport. They had been found and caught, drugged with a sedative and dragged to this particular room to await transport. The walls were lined with torches, dimly illuminating an otherwise plain cell. Outside the cell... their possessions laid among boxes and chests. All they had were their clothes. If they had wounds, they were mended and cared for. After all, a sick slave sold poorly.<br/><br/>These strangers jolted when the cell door slammed open again, and the slavers dragged in a slim, unconscious woman with long, black hair and fair skin. Unlike the others, her wounds--though minor--had not been tended to. The slavers sported quite a few injuries of their own, leading one to wonder if she had fought ferociously before they succeeded in overwhelming her. Perhaps payback was why she was not tended to....<br/><br/>They chained her and left her with the others, one of the slavers muttering about how he might come back for another score later, leading the others to chuckle darkly, their meaning clear.</em><br/><br/><hr/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/be/Alhanna-character.jpg)</div><strong>Sarea</strong><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>The slim woman drifted in and out of consciousness, a glimpse of amber eyes could be seen as she fought against the sedative, her lashes fluttering. But try as she might, she fell back into the darkness....