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Corin: HP = 38, PP = 32, EP = 30, Status = Fine (Sort of)
Karen: HP = 43, PP = 48, EP = 29, Status = Fine (For now)
Karen: HP = 43, PP = 48, EP = 29, Status = Fine (For now)
How Corin had ended up in Crolia was anybody's guess. The same could be said for many facets of the widow's life after the demons invaded Artmirst. Suddenly forced to survive in a hostile world, and a much more aggressively hostile environment, without her husband, Corin did what she had to do. She fled, she stole, she hunted, she snuck, and, on occasion, she killed. In time, the Badarian woman began to do more than she had to do, she helped others. Her efforts to aid others would cost the woman, eventually.
It was while she was hunting in Crolia that she came across fleeing men and women. After a short dialogue, she had discovered that they were slaves, fleeing from the nearby city of Gods-Reach. The city had once been a bastion of Crolia, right up until it was conquered. Now, it was run by orc forces. The orcs had little care for those who weren't numbered among their kin, using them solely to swell their numbers and perform manual labor. The fleeing slaves professed as much to the skilled hunter. Unfortunately, Corin would discover the proclivities of the orcs all too soon.
The widow did not even have time to offer or refuse aid to the slaves before pursuing slavers were upon the entire group. Caring little that she was not among their original slaves, they set to capture all of the humans and elves before them. The fearsome huntress killed seven of her attackers and fled a short distance before she was finally dragged to the ground in a net...
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She awoke to find herself on a small cot. It wasn't really a surprise for her, the cot had been her bed for the better half of the last year. Karen had been a guest of the orcs for too long to remember. Indeed, the broken warrior could not recall a time in her life before the daily violations of her captors. The orcs could not seem to recall such a time either, which was why she was gifted with a larger chamber than common for a slave. Which was to say, she could walk in a small circle without bumping into her bedding or the curtains that provided privacy to her chamberpot as long as she didn't get too ambitious.
To be one of her master's favored slave women was to be exempt from the body-destroying physical labor that he forced upon all the others. Instead, the Crolian woman was kept solely for the pleasure of his clan, which was an exhausting task in itself. Karen's sudden promotion had come not long after she had been completely broken. When her orc master discovered that she had peaked simply by pleasing him orally, he was so amused with her that she had received that 'honor'. There was still one more rung on that particular ladder of advancement that Karen could climb. Were she to become a member of her master's harem, personally for his use, with a small sense of freedom. Whether that could be considered a benefit to a woman whose will was so shattered or not, nobody else could say.
It all mattered little at that moment, though. For the time being all Karen could do was wait until the first group of orcs arrived to abuse her as they always did.
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Corin had quickly found herself up for auction. With her decent clothing she was the first one on the block that day, to be followed by men and women in tattered garb. As she quickly discovered, a pretty Badarian woman could fetch quite a price under the new rule of Gods-Reach, especially when the auctioneer embezzled a few facts about her bedroom talent and the status of her virginity.
She had not been abused during her brief captivity, the slavers wanted her in pristine condition. They had even gone so far as to clean her up in the hopes of scraping a few extra denarii from her sale. It seemed to work, too, by the time her freedom was purchased away by some orc, her price had went well over four-hundred denarii. With the sale completed, she was thrown into a wagon with several other human and elf slaves. An hour or so later, the wagon was moving.
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The Crolian woman was roused from her inactivity by the sound of boot steps. It seemed Karen's first visitors of the day were upon her. Or it did, anyway, until the door to her chamber was unbarred and thrown open to reveal two orcs holding a conscious but bound Badarian. They looked at her incredulously. "I thought this cell was empty," one said. "Guess not. The others are full too, so just toss her in there. That one's broken anyway, I don't think they're going anywhere," the other replied. "Works for me!" The first orc replied merrily before removing Corin's bindings and giving the woman a shove that sent her into the all too cramped space. "We'll be back for you later. The boss will want to break in his newest buy," the orc addressed the newest slave, menace in his voice. The door slammed shut and the bar was shoved back into place.
Corin found herself in a small, beige room. There was only one window and it was about six feet off the ground and barred. The room was small, probably no bigger than ten foot by five foot. A small square of precious corner space was taken up by curtains, which allowed for some privacy. A small area to the side had a cot, which Karen was sitting upon.
Corin and Karen were both unbound and unshackled, able to freely, as freely as one could in such a cramped space, move about the tiny room. The door, as probably expected, was sealed by a bar. Corin had no idea where her equipment beyond her clothing was. There wasn't much to do at that point besides speak, wait, or begin hatching insane escape attempts.
