Written By Imogene
Dec. 19, 2019, 10:29 a.m.(5/26/1012 AR)
Objectively, one knows it: the horrors of slavery, the suffering endured under a vicious bondage. But it's one thing to know that in your head, and another to see it for yourself. To see the awful marks left on these poor men and women by the cruelty of their masters, in their eyes as well as on their flesh. To see a woman who reminds you of your own grandmother, being sold on the auction block for less than the price of a single good glove.
The brave band of heroes who came to Isle al'Aswaq to buy one unfortunate slave and wound up liberating countless more instead -- they did the work of the gods, and I could not be more grateful to them. To Lord Orrin and Lady Peri Seliki, whose every bold and compassionate act was bolstered by the strength of their principles as well as by their courageous souls. To Ser Merek Black, whose pockets are as large as his heart, and whose purchases spared a few of the most vulnerable from the horrors of the uprising itself. To Ser Thomas Hawkmour, kind Lord and valiant Knight, who never once complained of the bur in his keeping and instead, at the peril of his own life, kept her from being quite literally cleaved from his side. To Lady Thea Malvici, who acted with clever and ruthless efficiency in all things -- including, I dare say, healing my husband. And of course to Lord Dio Seraceni himself, without whom none of this would have come to pass.
And who really did lose a dreadful amount of blood. I'm sure you shouldn't always credit what your senses tell you when you're half-dead with an axe in your chest, darling.
The brave band of heroes who came to Isle al'Aswaq to buy one unfortunate slave and wound up liberating countless more instead -- they did the work of the gods, and I could not be more grateful to them. To Lord Orrin and Lady Peri Seliki, whose every bold and compassionate act was bolstered by the strength of their principles as well as by their courageous souls. To Ser Merek Black, whose pockets are as large as his heart, and whose purchases spared a few of the most vulnerable from the horrors of the uprising itself. To Ser Thomas Hawkmour, kind Lord and valiant Knight, who never once complained of the bur in his keeping and instead, at the peril of his own life, kept her from being quite literally cleaved from his side. To Lady Thea Malvici, who acted with clever and ruthless efficiency in all things -- including, I dare say, healing my husband. And of course to Lord Dio Seraceni himself, without whom none of this would have come to pass.
And who really did lose a dreadful amount of blood. I'm sure you shouldn't always credit what your senses tell you when you're half-dead with an axe in your chest, darling.
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