--We hereby return to our regular schedule--
In the vegetable kingdomMaybe we should check that out?
Follow the guards.
"Ooh! A parade, mayhap?"
Follow them guards! Watch their movements! Hope for a parade!
Snoop. Also, plot the fastest rout from here to the capitals of the other two kingdoms.
The three of you follow the guards, Angus sneaking on the tips of his toes. You follow them over the main square and through at least three streets before they arrive at their final destination. The squad of guards files in with multiple other squads of armed men already present on a very large courtyard in front of what you can only assume is the royal palace. The ones you saw take a position at the back, while knights in much more impressive armour stand at the front. They are all facing the balcony, waiting.
Looking at the map, Angus figures that getting to the fruit capital would take a full day without any breaks or sleep, or somewhat less than a day if they had horses. The other capital is much further, requiring three days of marching.
Inside of a mage lab"Well, these vegetables bear quite the spectacle. I must report back to my comrades."
Head out of the greenhouse. Go back to the lab briefly, take the cabbage. Then head back to hole.
"You lot still up there? Hello?"
You head of the greenhouse, closing the door behind you. You pop back into the lab and approach the cage with the cabbage. As you open the door, the cabbage shuffles further into the corner. You grab it and it doesn't try to resist, but it trembles in your hands.
You heads back to the hole, making your way through the ashes and shout upward. After a few second a gruff voice answers.
"Yeah, we're still here. Mister archer here is still taking a nap though, I think the pumpkin got him pretty bad."
In a small elven settlement((Hmmm... now I'll have to decide just what Moskar's stance on slavery is. On the one hand, he's a cold-blooded remorseless fuck who doesn't particularly care about the suffering of others. On the other hand, keeping someone as a slave, locked in chains and helpless seems rather cowardly, and removes their free will, which he's kinda big on.
I wonder what his Gods would think of slavery? I was thinking of Lizardfolk as sort of pseudo-based on Ancient Egypt, so they'd probably be cool with it. Ah well, I'll have to think about it. Meanwhile...))
'They keep slaves, I see. Tradition?'
Aloud, Moskar simply says, "The 'lady Irissviel' can fix thisss," as he extends the remnants of his ruined arm in her direction.
His eyes remain fixed on the elf as he speaks, rather than her translator. He keeps his expression neutral.
>Show the elf my ruined arm, demand treatment.
Also remember what the Lizardfolk gods think of slavery.
Hmm, I rather imagined the Lizards as kind of an honourable warrior race guy kinda thing. Like when they conquer another tribe in the desert, the conquered tribe would submit to the victor and their tribe would dissolve and its members would either be assimilated in the victor's tribe or executed. Rinse and repeat until you get to the unified egyptian kind of civilasation we're at right now. Of course, once they're unified they might start using slaves, though the way I imagined them they certainly don't have a huge history of it. I'll leave this up to you, they're your race.
"I wouldn't really call it tradition. They didn't have any back in my day, when the elves were still led by the lady of the moon and the lord of sunlight. But ever since those two characters went poof and the druids started taking over, they've been using slaves pretty heavely. I guess they do it to make up for their lost magics. I don't remember it being on this scale though. But then again, I've been rather out of the loop for a while." The voice in your head answers
The elf looks at your arm and barks something at the human man in elvish.
"The lady says that getting treatment will cost you 50 lunares. Ah, that would be about 500 gold pieces in imperial curren-" The elf suddenly strikes the man rather viciously across the face, dropping him to the floor. As he scrambles back up she is shouting angrily in elvish. The man stand back up, looking down at his feet and shaking.
"I apologize for speaking out of turn, I must remember to speak only when spoken to. Please, feel free to punish me in any way you wish." The man keep slooking at the floor as he says this in a scared monotone, as the elf crosses her arms and scowls at him.
In the citadel war room"I'll try and do them both, if there's time."
"Sure thing, the more people I send on both of these tasks the faster it might actually get done. Take these forms, they'll mark you as a sanctioned mercenary of the empire."He hands you two documents stamped with the imperial insignia.
"Good luck, make us proud."