Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140426152128/@comment-3293219-20140427171503

The camp was in sight and it was clear that the carriage was on the road to it, slowly coming up to the front gates of the prison camp. The driver waved to one of the guards, who had a bunch of his men come down from their posts and open the gates, sliding them across and allowing the wagons passage.

The wagons entered the camp, driving through the living areas, which seemed to resemble chicken coups, which housed 10-20 prisoners, most of which were 'lesser races.' A number of them came out to investigate as the bright colours of Solaris and Xervish's robes caught their eye and several hungry looking Argonians ran over to get a good look at the new arrivals as they passed through the camp.

All of the slaves were collared but not bound; they appeared to be able to move freely inside the living areas of the camp, though it wasn't as if this worked to their advantage. They were like livestock, waiting to be slaughtered or sold...

They were driven around the camp, getting a good glimpse of what was in store for them, if they were lucky and made it past 'selection' and into a loading bay of sorts before coming to a sudden stop. The Driver and his comrade jumped down, off of the wagon and made their way over to the other cart, to greet their leader, the man from earlier.

It was at this point that Set began to stir, blinking rapidly as he came too, seeing several blurred faces, looking down on him.

