<div class="floatright">(http://i827.photobucket.com/albums/zz197/giantmutantcrab/Rhinotaur_zps2u7musbi.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>R'Van (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1714677)<br/><strong>Time of day:</strong>Mid morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Slave pens<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>EVERYONE<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>Passive Perception: 15 (or +5)<br/><hr/><br/>Her answer was so simple. So clear, without any question or doubt in her mind. This was what she had been born to do. What she had been raised and educated to do. His body remained immobile, but his eyes were set ablaze with seething, righteous anger.<br/><br/>Somewhere, in this wicked city-state or the next, a conscious living being took this beautiful creature that stood before R’Van and…<em>molded</em>her into this. Stripping away all forms of willpower. Dismissing what it is that she could have ever wished. Refusing her liberties, both of the body and of the soul. She did not wear chains but Neyly was shackled, within her mind.<br/><br/>This, for R’Van, was the true face of civilization.<br/><br/>But he observed beyond her for a moment. The gate was opened, unlocked. It was a trap, even the rhino was able to see that. It was nothing more than bait. The Slave-Taker had been there but moments before. He had desired Neyly, and she had been refused to him. So he had the gate unbarred. The savage barbarian would escape, with the prized slave-mare in tow. They would be recaptured, he would be removed and the wolf-man would have his way with the mare. And all would be as those in power wished.<br/><br/>For most of his life R’Van had thought of himself, first and foremost. His life, his choices were nailed to his spine. If he thrived, it was under his own power. If he failed, the fault was his alone. But as he looked to Neyly, something seemed to stir beneath the dense skull of the savage. That perhaps solitude also brings its own lot of dangers. As individuals, Neyly and he are forces to be reckoned with. Combined, towards a common goal… They could be truly unstoppable.<br/><br/>He put a hand to her shoulder and looked her in the eye.<br/><br/><strong>”Come with me, Neyly.”</strong>He asked her, observing her lovely face for any reaction.<strong>”I would take you away from this place of filth and cruelty, should you decide to leave with me. Breathe the free air, travel anywhere. Do what you choose, when you choose to do it.”</strong>Now came the difficult part.<strong>”But I will not force you. If you wish to remain… I will accept your choice. But I leave, Neyly. Here and now. If that group o’er yonder leaving the palace would take me, I will join them. If not, then I return to the wilderness. But… I would take you away from this place, Neyly. Show you that the world does not need to be blind servitude and obedience. Together we may carve your story upon the spine of the world. The story of your making, of your choosing.”</strong><br/><br/>R’Van offered her his hand. In his other hand was his immense maul. If she would accompany him, he would march them out of this hell-hole, even if it meant that he would have to tear down this whole damned iniquitous temple around the crowned heads of those that ruled it. He would move towards the small group, to leave with them. If they were to refuse them, or work against them… The rhino barbarian would do what was necessary to assure their escape.