Erais woke up. Her hands tide to to poles. She was drugged. For the past month she had been torchered by slavers. They had caught her, drugged her, and were hoping to get a fine handsome price for her. After all the whole kingdom inside the Empire was after her.

Erais looked up, her many cuts bleeding freely. They had broken her legs so she couldn't escape. They had drugged her so much that she could barely breath. She then passed out again.

Serias crawled through the burning sand of the Hadarac desert, as he was looking for someplace to camp. His mighty silver dragon Chronum, his scaley pelt reflecting the the massive rays of the Sun, gave off a slight growl. Daylight's buning. Serais didn't reply. For many days he had his dreams stabbed by agony and destruction. Every time, there was a injured woman tied to a pole, and he always saw her face lost in space. One word was always in his head; slavers.
As he crawled over a sand dune, he saw fires beginning to light as people dressed in armor prepared for another long night in the sandy plain. Serias could tell they were slavers by their stench. Serias' nose is as keen a dog, so the smell made his eyes slightly water. His long cloak trailed after him like an everbinding shadow lost in the void. Many prisones were in cages, moaning in fear for their families, as well as their lives. "One more word and I'll beat you to oblivion!" yelled what seemed to be the leader to an old screaming man. The hermit closed his mouth so fast, Serias could tell his teeth broke.
But that didn't interest him. A long skinny pole stretched into the sky, and Serias saw, tied to it, the woman from his visions.

Erais woke up. She looked around. The leader walked up to her.

"My, won't you bring us the price." He laughed.

Erais looked up. She then let her head fall. She was exaughsted. In her mind, she was looking for Erador. She had told Erador to flee. When the Slavers approached. Erais forced her to leave. Erador fled to the moutains. Now Erais was using her mind to search for Erador.

I've found her, Serias told Chronum, drawing his dark elven dagger. She must mean something if I have had visions about her. Serias got up. He gave a smile as he used his dark elf power of night invisiblity. It allows him to become untrackable and unseen, but only at night. He moved his feet in a certain pattern, so that he hit the same spot twice. This allowed him to make no sound while moving forward at a walking pace. A small tree held a scout, who had his bow drawn and pointing skywards. Serias heard him mumble,"I must be seeing things...I mean really, a dragon?" Serias almost laughed at the fool. Suddenly, as quietly as he could, he dashed forward, and ran right up the tree, slicing open the scout's neck before somersaulting on the ground without a trace. He saw the leader approach the woman, and began laughing and taunting her. Slowly out of his pocket, Serias took out three needles. In quick sucesstion, he threw the needles at the leader's pulsing neck vein, and the man fell over, unconscious. As his allies gathered around him, Serias ran forward, cut the womans ropes, and dashed off with her into the darkness, his night elf eyes beginning to flash in the rising sun.

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Syrianna and Sytheras flew over the mighty sandy plains of the Hadarac Desert. His wings shone in the light of his roaring flame. Syrianna had been tracking slavers. He had hated them ever since he had been captured once and tortured to the brink of death. He wanted to wipe this scum off the face of Alagaesia.

As they glided over the nearest sand dune Sytheras smelt something. Slavers. I know that mell anywhere. They stink Sytheras said to Syrianna. "Well done my old friend. Quickly we must hurry"

As the pair got closer to the camp Syrianna saw the mayhem that stood before him. He didn't know what could have caused this but he thought it might be the shadowy figures running from the scene. He landed a few metres ahead of them. "Who are you?" he asked the strangers

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IC- Serias didn't stop running, and his night ability was still working. He ran right through them, giving them the signal to follow. Serias continued to run until he reached a huge dune. "Atrigies,"he muttered in dark elf magic. A glyphed door appeared, and Serias opened it with a tap of magic energy.
The one room that was there, was big enough to look like the house of the lord. It had ten beds, and four dragon roosts, as well as a kitchen. Couches and sofas were lined around the walls and pillows were scattered everywhere. Huge cupboards with a two year supply of food were on the upper walls. Stairs led to Serias' Observetory, but Serias kept it sealed with magic only he can lift.
Serias had made this room with his own magic, as well as Chronum's. Chronum's true form, the Dragon of Ancient Lore, By'Gukan, was something of a mystery. It was a very powereful form, one that Chronum could use only once a year.
But now, Chronum was an ordinary dragon, and was about the size of the strangers dragon, although they seemed to differ in attributes. He sat on a couch, and put the woman on the bed. Chronum seemed to be off hunting, but Serias eagerly waited for the two strangers.

Erais raised her head. She then jumped back in fear.

"Mmm." She groaned.

She held her head. It ached horribly. She then felt sick to the stomach.

"Where am I?" She said.

Her head then began to pound. She doubled over. The drug was starting to wear off. She then felt sore everywhere.

OOC: Sorry about the short post.

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IC: Blaser rode on Thorn through the hadarac desert. Blade had been in Ellesmere all thorn was getting fat. ''I can see some distance tents i better investigate'' said Blaser. He rode towards and them saw slaves getting whipped by a group of slavers. ''I will kill all them slavers they must burn'' said Blaser in an angry voice. He set up camp just by there by a sand dune. Thorn started to eat some grass then laied down.