Interest check on Players Wanted (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=11590;all)<br/>Out of character discussion (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=11707;all)<br/>Characters (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=11710;all)<br/>In character: Maidens A (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=13478;all)<br/><strong>In character: Maidens B</strong><br/>In character: Hunters (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=11709;all)<br/>Old copy of the storyline (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=11708;all)<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>Zoe yawned as the caravan made it's way back to Zanghar. Did they really have to come all the way over to Daron with both the maiden wagons? As if the route wasn't long and boring enough already. Maybe it was just her bad luck to be enrolled all the way back at Corinth, having to endure the caravan travelling around the entire nation. Visiting new places could be interesting, but not if one could only watch those places from behind bars.<br/><br/>At least she had something interesting to watch at as time passed by and more maidens were loaded into the wagons. Tucking her curly blonde hair behind her ears, she glanced over the women, about a dozen, that were stocked like cattle behind iron bars. The guards did not permit them to speak with each other, but they were allowed to seek physical comfort, and another maiden, younger than herself, was resting against her side, her head leaning against the blonde's wellrounded bosom. Zoe gently caressed the side of the maiden that was hovering between sleep and aware, occasionally coping a feel of her roundings, smaller than her own, as the hand moved forth and back.<br/><br/>Suddenly, the girl against her side was fully awake, as something had put the caravan in an uproar. As panic struck, they could see the large red scales of the behemoth living in the southern mountain blinking in the light of the sun, as it descended on the caravan, knocking over the other wagon of maidens that was right behind them. As she could see the ceiling crack open, followed by the maidens that poured out, running for their lives on the road to freedom, the horses of their own wagon staggered and bickered, before they fled in panic. The two soldiers riding on the front of the car did their best to control them, but couldn't prevent how the horses ran at the forest in sheer panic.<br/><br/>The wagon bounced around as the horses fled between the trees, tilting forth and back after every brute contact with a tree. After several such connections, the wagon tilted over and fell on it's side. The horses whinnied as they were pulled along by their harnesses, but were no longer able to set the wagon adrift. The sudden motion had knocked some of the maidens out cold, while the soldiers were tossed a couple of yards off the wagon and were now slowly regaining their senses.<br/><br/>The bruised and battered wagon received several cracks from the savage treatment it had to endure. Zoe didn't hesitate and stood up, flinging herself against the ceiling, which, after already being torn in different directions, easily gave way and tore off the bars that connected it to the ground. As she wiggled herself through the opening, the soldiers suddenly noticed what was going on and yelled at the maiden to stop in her tracks as they drew their weapons.