The four I damaged had classes that were easy enough to figure out, except the Archer. Was it the spiritual meaning of the word or the time-related? I guess I would find out as he launched a silver arrow at me. I was going to smack it away with my staff but thought better of it, instead ducking below the shot. I heard a ghostly howl as the arrow flew by my head.I pulled out some more slave collars. Whipping them at the other groups, causing them to scatter. These weren't modified but they didn't know that as they instinctively dodged away from the possible explosion.This bought me time to close in on the first group. The archer was up and about but the other three were in bad shape. Still trying to recover from my initial attack. I didn't want to waste my Blink Step just yet. 'Just a few more feet,' I thought, dodging another ghostly arrow just barely. I cast Earth Fist on the archer, throwing off his aim on his next attack.These people must think I was

Sharla got an almost sexual amount of joy from finally capturing the man who injured her so soon after the system came online. She even got the bonus of watching her escaped slave die. She didn't particularly care how the collar got removed from her slave. Only that there was no point putting a new one on her.After they captured the town, she had confronted the merchant that sold the collars to them. She discovered, through judicial use of pain, some flaws in the design of the collars. The basic ones weren't as immutable as they had been led to believe. Also that there was no point recapturing an escaped slave as they could not be compelled anew by the magic. So it was an easy decision to let Dominique remove her.After her chat with the merchant, she purchased the upgraded collars. Supposedly they had fixed the flaws from the previous design. Time would tell if she needed to return and end the merchant's miserable life. Unlike the old collars, these weren't yet t

Despite the condition of my armor I decided to wear it anyway. Tying up the straps and loose bits as best as I could. I looked like a fashion model, promoting the world's most ridiculous piece of clothing. I even imagined all the ooh's and ahh's from the imaginary crowd around me. I got a few odd looks from the other members of the group.In hindsight, I should have been paying more attention, instead of daydreaming and fiddling with my armor. Then perhaps I might have seen the arrow streaking towards me in time to dodge, instead of taking it in the knee. I was so surprised that the pain didn't register at first. A ridiculous thought that my days of adventuring were over, ran through my mind before the pain arrived. Falling over saved me from being hit by the next arrow.The arrows were being fired from quite a distance away. With my wounded knee, I was at a bit of a disadvantage. Good thing I still had my staff. I managed to lever myself up, knocking arrows aside as I hobbled to cove

Our little scout group waited around the area until the rest of the caravan arrived, three hours later. I was called back to setup Sharla's tent and then left to my own devices for the rest of the day. Since it was around supper time I found where they served meals to slaves. Had a quick dinner and found a quiet place to just be alone. I had only been ordered to stay within five miles of the camp and return at night.It was surprisingly generous of Sharla to allow me this freedom but I didn't believe her charity for one minute. Instead, I took the opportunity to get as far from the camp as I could for as long as I could. I would also test this imposed range limit and see what happened. It would be important to know in the future. I knew I would likely get punished for this act, so I needed to make it worth the pain. To make my intentions less clear I walked upstream of the camp. When I was out of sight of anyone I ducked into the dense forest and just kept going.The forest was peacef

My crafting time was shortly interrupted. I could hear frantic activity from outside the door. I hastily packed away my gear and went to see what the commotion was about. It looked like everyone was packing up and preparing to head out. I could see a new group of individuals by the main entrance talking with Sharla. I decided to make my way over to listen in."Mistress Cotton, so good of you to return. We had thought you lost to the wilds." a man wearing formal business attire said, in a haughty tone.Just looking at Sharla, I could see her ire building. I made sure to stay out of her line of sight.Surprisingly she kept her feelings contained."Yes, well we had some delays. Nothing that I couldn't handle though."The man's gaze roamed over the remains of Sharla's troops. A significant amount had been lost to fighting in the north.The man let out a disdainful snort, "Yes, I can see you only brought back the dregs. Perhaps next t