Ghoum kicked his horse into a run, the fine animal kicked up sand as it ran making a small dust cloud. Ghoums cloak trailed behind him looking like wings, as he and his steed flew over the sands. There they were the tents, he had made it to the small tent town.
He jumped of the horse yelling "Illani'' the beduen word for slavers. Within a few minutes a dust cloud fourmed on the horizen. several men were lined up next to Ghoum in the forfront of the tents.
Those men were holding curved swords, spears and clubs all were sitting on their horses ready to fight or flee.
As the slavers came closer Ghoum could see that they were all wearing mail and their horses were exhusted.
The slavers stoped in front of the leading group of the nomade warriors. "What do you want?" Ghoum yelled.
"We are looking for soldiers, or slaves. for the king." the slavers called back. Ghoum interprited the words to the nomads, his words were answerd with the sound of mumbles and bow strings becoming taunt.
"We will not serve the king." Ghoum called back and he pulled his bow out and fired an arrow at the kings soldiers, then charged pulling out his spear keeping it infront of him like a lance.

OOC: Can I join?

OOC: U dont ahve to ask...u know that...

The slavers heard an order from a strange man, and Reb and twelve other slaves were shuved forward. She didnt' realy remember how she had gotten there, but she did remember that the slavers had been in a town looking for rather pretty girls to sell, and Reb had happened to be in a shop near them, and they spotted her. She was dragged down, and gagged. Then she was knocked out and that was the last thing she rememebered.
The slavers kicked the back of her knees to make her kneel infront of whomever was there. She groaned and looked up, but couldn't see the mans face for the sun was a glowing ball of fire right behind his head.

Ghoum Charged the nomad warriors following him. Ghoum's horse shoulder the other horse out of the way, Ghoum's arm shot up and forward his small lance hiting the king's soldier in the side of the neck taring a jaged hole, with his other hand he pulled out his mace a dismounted soldier came at him from the side, Ghoum took a minor sword cut to his leg befor he smashed the mans skull with his mace.
The other nomads took heart in Ghoums desplay and poured form their tents weapons in hand, within seconds the soldeirs were fleeing with their slaves, but not their wounded. Ghoum yelled "We have won", both he and his horse were bloody.

OOC: Before I join, let me get this straight: The nomads and Ghoum are fighting against slavers and Galby's soldiers?

ooc: yip thats right