Role

Chapter 2

The small group of centaurs from the Stormrider tribe had finally
made it to the city of Arkham. The group was a fairly young lot, with
Traebaurius being the eldest. They had all talked it about this journey
over the past season, excited to see the world outside of the Thunder
Plains. With them they brought fine game meat and centaur wine, as
well as exquistely made swords and bows. All items they looked to
barter with to earn coin and other exotics found in throughout Thera.

Arkham was their first stop and it was a bustling port city, not as large
as some of the others they were told about, but a good place to start.
The group was met by several friendly folks, many who had met a
centaur or two who happened to travel up from Evergrove. They
found delicous and savory sweets baked by a lass named Candi. The
taverns offed ale and mead, which they were all too happy to partake
in. Their first experience with the real world started out well.

Traebaurius managed to haggle for passage with a captain of a ship
that was heading to the desert jewel, Hamsah Mu'tazz. He and his
companions were eagerly looking forward to the next part of the
journey. But that is where their good fortune would take a turn for
the worst. The ship was a slaving ship the hid its cargo all to well from
Port inspectors.

As the small group traveled across the waters, the crew chef prepared
them a meal, hiding its true intentions behind a welcome gift. The
meal had several exotic game meats and most importantly strong
wine. Which was drugged, none of the centaur could say, but as they
enjoyed their food and drink with their friends, the centaur began to
pass out. As they slept the ship's crew produced chains and manacles,
stripping the centaur of what they had.

The group blamed Traebaurius. He made the choice of this ship,
these people. He was the elder of them and he got them into this
mess. As the ship docked in Hamsah and the centaur were being led
off ship to the slave kennels, Traebaurius reared back with a mighty
strike to his capturers, breaking from his bonds. He tried to free the
others but men poured from the ships armed with spears and swords
and he was forced to flee, leaving his companions behind.

Experiencing such treachery, this rose an ancestral fierciness in his
soul, an anger that he swore he would unleash upon the wicked. He
would show them the might of the centaur people and bring the
storm of his tribe upon them.