Sozo lifted one side of a heavy crate with Dothel at the other. They were loading up after four days of trading in a small orc village. Next stop, Falmor. Their minds were both locked on the city, where they could build new lives for themselves. There they would receive the bulk of their pay upon arrival, as their contracts expired. Sozo pondered what he would do. Take up a trade perhaps? Maybe return to the seas… No, he couldn’t do that, not after Blood Bay.
So far from Carthal, it seemed his troubles were behind him, yet the sight of Mythron soldiers at the front of the caravan frightened him. He reminded himself that he had no quarrel with the authorities here, they couldn’t care less about a runaway serf from Carthal. For some reason, this brought Harris Lottamen to the forefront of his mind. His qualms about the Lieutenant had subsided, seemingly able to prove himself wrong, but not completely.
He hurried over to help Brad with another crate. Colorful discs of stone filled it, and he tried to occupy his mind wondering where they came from.
As they descended from the wagon after loading the crate, he couldn’t resist another glance at what was going on at the head of the caravan. Barbarians had joined the soldiers. But their enemies! He pulled Brad over, “What do you make of that?”
“Wow, don’t know, but the boss doesn’t look happy. Do you think they’re wise to him?”
The caravan master’s expressions were unintelligible at this range, but his body language spoke volumes.
Sozo shrugged, but turned back to the task, as Dothel called for help. There were only a few more boxes to load.
Suddenly, shouts erupted further up the caravan and clanging armor came within earshot. Sozo looked to Dothel, who in turn gestured toward a narrow street where Brad had already taken flight.
A burly barbarian stepped into the street as they were watching and shoved Brad to the ground. Knights rushed in at the same time, one cut down an orc guard while an archer put an arrow in the back of a fleeing worker. Resistance was futile.
They were encircled in moments, and other outlaws were tossed into their midst. What was going on? Were these rogue soldiers, or mercenaries plundering for their own gain? Something said they weren’t, but no answers were ready to surface.
A knight grabbed Sozo and cuffed his hands. The rest were also bound, then Lt. Harris Lottamen emerged from a large wagon with a Mythron badge in hand, “Throw them in here, then take them to the dungeons!”
Sozo glared up at the Harris, rage pouring from his eyes. He’d been right all along, and now it was too late, ticked and betrayed once more by the same dirty spy that had caused Blood Bay.
Drat. I have mixed feelings about this MOC; on the one hand, the vehicles are amazing. They look almost like huge land ships.
On the other hand, not only do I have to enter the same challenge as this, I have to match my standards!