<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=57940.msg2672273#msg2672273">Quote from: Empyrean on 26-01-2010, 03:25:07</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Azzure</strong><br/><br/>The bartender smiled at the pretty woman. "Certainly miss. For such a lovely lady, no charge!" He would wave over a server to bring her food and drink, and to see her to the best room in the lodgings. Her stay at the inn would be one of muted luxury, complete with a hot, perfumed bath and cleaned clothes. The next day would see her on a well-supplied caravan heading south, run by the innkeep's brother no less.<br/><br/>A couple of days of travel later would find things changing for the young Eclipse. One evening as she sat around the campfire, she'd find a heavy sack being dropped on her head and feel a massive, clubbing blow to the back of the head. When she awoke, hours later, she was in an area she did not recognize. Low hills and scrub-brush dotted the landscape. The night air blew cold over naked skin and the belly chain that was her only clothing. And there were a bunch of strange people near a small fire.<br/><br/>One of them looked at her with a grin, firelight reflecting from a knife blade as he beckoned for the others to come see their awakened captive...<br/><br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Azzure looked up at her hands.  She realized she was bound, hanging from the limb of a tree.  Her arms were sore and she felt an intense throbbing in her skull.  She glanced down, seeing she wore nothing but belly chained mystically bound to her and the stone resting in her navel.  She began looking around for both her things and something or someone to help her.<br/><br/>"Who...who are you...where is the Caravan master?" she gasped loudly, still out of sorts from the shock of it all.