The Warrior (Story Start)

Sashkay looked around the trees from her spot, everything was quiet as the caravan trundles along the trail, dusk sweeping over as they tried to make good the time. Everyone was getting tired, but the mages had insisted they tried to push through the night, Sashkay did not mind too much as with the small number of guards they hired it was probably wise to try and move quickly through the forest.

Without warning an orb sails over the caravan, she just manages to shield her eyes before it explodes in a blinding flash of light. She hears shouts in elven as figures rush out of the forest towards the startled caravan. A few figures pass nearby she shouts out a challenge to them, readying her spear.

One of the figures gestures the others to carry on forwards as they turn to face her. Clearly an elf with dark skin, an evil smile crossing her pretty lips as the two warriors size each other up. Sashkay jabs at her with her spear, the elf dodging to the side her short swords taping the tip as it passes. They keep sizing each other up, battle raging behind them, the elf smiling all the while, Sashkay tries to push stabbing a few quick jabs as the elf parries them, she drives home the last one hard putting her full force into it. Taking the advantage the elf discards her sword to grab the spear as she deftly moves out of the way, yanking on it she sends Sashkay sprawling onto the ground, her spear spiralling away.

Sashkay tries to get up from the ground, looking for her spear as the elf lands on top of her. She tries to struggle but her face is pushed into the ground as ropes are expertly laced between her elbows before being yanked together behind her, making her yelp in shock as her arms are pulled tight, she kicks her legs in vain the smaller woman pinning her down. She feels more rope wrap around her knees before she can do anything about it her legs are useless too, she struggles in vain feeling a hand push between her legs, her protests fall on deaf ears. She hears the jangles of metal and her hair is pulled back from her neck, her heart misses a beat as the cold metal collar is locked on with a loud click. The elf slaps her ass before running into the combat around the caravan.

Sashkay squirms on the ground, her arms scrabbling, trying to reach the ropes around her knees, the knots out of her reach. The heavy collar around her neck making her heart race, elven slavers where not part of the deal, she knew the stories of travellers getting abducted and being trained to server as their entertainment. She desperately thrashes and struggles, her cheeks flushing as her mind races through the situation, the sounds of battle now over.

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