Chapter One pt 5The slave ceased his humming at the first roar of the enraged orc. The other humans working the paddie also turned, the mud encrusting their faces cracking as they assumed expressions of fear and aprehension. Rarely had the slave heard a guard make such a noise, the few occasions when they did had always been following by them beating a slave until they went still. However, when the slave turned to locate the guard who had roared, he saw he was not beating a slave, but rather was bearing down on a smaller creature the slave had never seen the likes of before that morning. He immediately recognised tChapter One pt 5
Chapter One part FourThe day began much the same as any other in the swamps, the sun beating mercilessly down on the fog which hung low over the waters. A myriad of insects, the ever present wardens of the marshlands, swooped down to bite at the the exposed necks and shoulders of groups of slaves as they trudged through the cold morning waters, coralled to their respective areas by the whips of the orcish guards. The insects made no distinction between human or elf Kaylek found as he travelled along the walkways suspended over the swamp, continually swatting at the various gnats and beetles that sought to make a meal of his blood.Chapter One part Four
Chapter One pt 3A scream cut through the usual background buzzing of the swamp. It came from a functional but very simple tent erected adjacent to the slaves quarters, a rudimentary field hospital used to care for wounded or sick slaves. The tent rarely saw use, the slaves were great enough in number that when one became ill or sustained some injury they were simply carted to the edge of the workcamp and left to die. However, recently slaves had been arriving from melteb patches at the periphery of the camp with unusual wounds, ones which could not be explained by a lashing delivered by an overzealous guard or ingestion of swChapter One pt 3
Chapter One pt 2The swamp was alive with noise. A thousand almost imperceptible vibrations filled the air around the newly constructed workcamp in the marshlands as the insects who called the area home sped about their daily business. Dozens of hunched figures were visible through the morning haze, also beginning the days labor. Glad only in filthy loincloths, crudely fashioned from coarse fabric, the human slaves had been moved to the new camp to harvest melteb, a latge tuber indigenous to the swamps which grew under the murky surface of the stagnant waters. The slaves were glad for the dawn fog, aware that they would soon lChapter One pt 2
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