Role

Chapter 2

One day he was out on a high pass to the south when he saw
humans marching up the other side with people in chains
being prodded forward. He quickly and quietly moved to a
teetering rock above them and listened to them. An argument
was going on that seemed to be winding down. Though he could
only understand one word in three it appeared that they had
had enough of these high hills and would be returning back
with what they now had. He slipped and fell off the rock
rolling down the scree to land in a cloud of dust at one of
humans feet. It wasn't his fault really he thought. If you
stand in one place long enough your are bound to move somewhere
eventually. Within moments he was bound and trussed with a
an evil looking human leering at him in satisfaction.

The next week was a blur for the poor chap as he was trundled
down the mountain. He saw green elves, young fire giants and
humans with him. They were poked and prodded and in some cases
(Fire giants) whipped to keep moving briskly. They finally
arrived at a long sandy beach with a huge body of water
beyond anything Tam could imagine stretching out before them
from horizon to horizon. Then he saw the ship and the boats
plying their oars towards the shore and where he stood.
Soon enough they were all bundled into the boats, taken to
the ship and led down into the hold. As they were being
being chained to the lower deck he heard the strange calls
yells of a crew setting sails and tighting rope. With a
resounding clunk! the anchor came up to the stand and the
ship began moving out of the bay.

Out of good manners little will be said of the green
vomitous journey. Suffice it to say that they came to dock
in a large harbor with ships and people bustling about in
what appeared to be complete chaos. It was the first toothy
smile Tam had had for a very long time. As they touched the
dock the hatches were swung back and they came down to
bustle them out. What the slavers did not know was that
absolutely none of the potential slaves had been cowed by
their experience. As they were led up, Tam, last in line
The largest fire giant let out a roar and pounded the
first of the slavers on the head like a peg into a plank.
Chaos broke loose and before he knew it the chained were
unchained and running for the dock. Tam, last in line made
it to the hatch when it came down with a thundering crash
right behind him. A tremendous pain rippled through him
as the tip of his tail was captured. Freedom or fur. It seems
a simple choice. The forest or the tip of his tail... With
a tremendous yank he freed himself and followed those
green elves as they ran for the woods to the north. He
decided that they "looked!" like they knew where they were
going which was far more than he could say for himself
and the searing of his tail put vigor into his mad dash.