As your wagons trundle along through the market, the next slave (http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/6/67/Olga_Kurylenko_by_Mikolaj_Kirschke_Wikipedia_cropped.JPG) is brought up for auction. The woman, though dishevelled and dirty, is obviously of much better quality than the others. Even though her hair is snarled and matted with sweat and dirt, it falls in ebony waves around her head. Her eyes have a haunted, hunted look about the, and she looks like some kind of prey animal. Her dress - once made of fine materials - is torn and battered, revealing an almost scandalous amount of cleavage.<br/><br/>"What am I bid for this one? Virgin, untouched, and bedable!" the slave-master calls out lewdly to the audience. There's a murmur of masculine approval. The richly dressed nobleman in the front immediately holds up a hand.<br/><br/>"Ten" - enough to feed a family of five for an evening. Not expensive, but the price is met with shouts of disapproval from the crowd.<br/><br/>"Surely, gentles, one such as this is worth more?" the slavemaster continues. Thinking that the way to get a higher price is to show her off more, he unfastens the woman's bindings and...<br/><br/>She punches him savagely in the throat before leaping off the stage! The crowd goes into uproar, some cheering, some leering, some trying to recapture her. An unfortunate guard is in the way and he receives a deftly places foot to the crotch and collapses into a world of pain.<br/><br/>The scantily clad woman has no idea where to run. Looking around her, she catches sight of the procession of wagons. With the last desperate burst of energy and strength she dashes towards Bridget's wagon! With skilled speed, she has the door open and is inside before any spot her Seeing the religious paraphenalia inside she repeats the word 'Sanctuary' in Latin over and over, a look of desperate pleading on her part.<br/><br/>In the meantime, the slavemaster and a few of his guards are gathering their wits and are about to begin their search. Their search, though, is interupted as a group of torch-wielding, robed, and bearded men enter the square. At their head is a pale faced, wild eyed figure. He screams the following:<br/><br/>[<strong>Your native language</strong>]: Long have my eyes sought beyond to that which will be.<em>He</em>rises! He rises and all must be in readieness. Soon will the pawns cross the path of one who's plans shall lead into the heat of fury and darkness, of terror an exultation. Rejoice and be afraid for you shall witness all. The sweet heart's blood shall wash away the sin. The eight-fold signs of the coming nights! Nothing can ever be prevented but it can be changed. Zolot lies! Prosper and all shall prosper." [<em>Any accompanying NPCs will hear this as a gibberish howls, squeeks, caws, and nonsense</em>]<br/><br/>The appearance of the madmen and his groupies have taken the heart out of the group of men gathered at the auction - they make their way into the night, crossing themselves and glancing fearfully into the night over their shoulders - they've been spooked by this display of supernatural tongue-speaking.<br/><br/>It takes a little while to get the wagons moving again, and soon you are at the market cross. Standing there you see a group of figures.<br/><br/>The first one you recongise immediately - the richly dressed pale man from the slave auction. The second is of medium stature and build. He has light brown hair and pale pale blue eyes. He's wearing finely made though not ostentatious clothing, and the observant amongst you will notice he's wearing but a single jeweled ring. Also waiting there are your sires.<br/><br/>--<br/><br/>Please describe your sires, and I have no idea what they look like or even what their names are ;)