<strong>Boras, the Elven Jungle Lands, near to the Bantover Boder, guard post Sun-Leaf. 50 A.E.</strong><br/><br/><em>None of you can see anything, suffocating flaxen sacks are bound around your heads. Your arms are bound behind your backs. The ropes have swelled because of the oppressive humidity of the elven lands. The crunch of decaying leaves and thick scrub fill your ears as you're marched to your captors'. They have taken all your equipment, armor, and money, and put it on the pack-llama. The sweet smell of orchids and fruit penetrate even the thick material of the head-sacks. Ominous thunder rolls overhead. The tangy smell of earth and the metal taste of air being charged by lightning are ever-present.</em><br/><br/>"What have we got here?"<em>One of the guards says to another in elven.</em><br/>"We finally caught that rich little runaway, one of those barbarian inbreeds."<br/>"Who are the other two?"<br/>"Some damned human priest, and a halfbreed bitch, not to mention a few of the stupid humans we usually bring in."<br/><br/><em>The two guards share a laugh.</em>"Well, Wintergate's going to pay handsomely for his little girl back, and it'll be fun to rid the world of one more human, and back-jungle inbreed, and a halfer."<br/>"I just wish we didn't have to walk through these damnable spirit-woods to get back to camp."<br/><em>The other nods and his hand goes to his sword out of reflex, he jingles the blade in its scabbard making a good bit of noise.</em><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OCC</div><div class="spoiler_body">The only one not nearby is Gary's character. Have fun guys. Start making any roles that you think will help. :)</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Area Map</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://img806.imageshack.us/img806/6834/prisionconvoyboras.jpg)</div></div>