The Four

Liandra

Hightown, slaver village:

A kick to her side awoke her from dreams of a more pleasant place then she opened those eyes to. Liandra looked up at her “Master” and sighed. Another day in the life of a drudge, was she to look forward to.

Looking at her now, one would never suspect that she had been one of four illustrious warriors that had fought for half a millennium to keep the world safe from Wanderlocks and their evil.

She dodged to the side before the odious Alenhiem could kick her again. How she loathed the man. His hands everywhere she didn’t want them to be, his foot always kicking her when he wasn’t trying to do other things to her.

She glared at him with unrestrained hatred and he backhanded her in response. She didn’t move an inch when he hit her, she never did, and it infuriated him.

Alenheim took a step towards her, undoing the belt at his waist with a leer that she knew well, but she didn’t cower from him. He always expected her to and was always disappointed.

They had played this game for too long now, he knew that he was never going to have his way with her, but he sure kept trying. She smiled, and he stopped in mid pull.

“Whot” he sneered at her.

Still smiling she grabbed a clay pot that was at her feet and cracked the vessel over his head. She laughed aloud as he grabbed his head, howling in pain, and his pants fell to his ankles. She saw nothing to be as proud of as he seemed to be and she laughed some more as she dodged around him and out the door. She knew that she would pay later, she always did, but she didn’t care. Nothing mattered to her anymore, not pain or humiliation, none of it. 

Liandra made her way to her work station and started in on her tasks. The village she was currently in was more like a vessel, as it floated on the water. However, the place was so big, and so haphazardly put together, that it would never leave it’s ‘port’.

Hightown was a slaver village, it was run by slavers, and manned by slaves. The slavers had no care for their ‘property’ aside from the work they did or the value they had. People in this town were traded on a daily basis, lost in a game of cards, traded for favors, gold, or food, or beaten until they died.