The Resurgent Dream
09-10-2004, 00:55
The Viper lay at anchor near the mouth of Euthinar Bay. Four or five other ships could be seen from her deck. The men on board were not quite soldiers and not quite privateers. They were mercenaries, hired by an unknown source to keep all traffic out of Euthinar, the only significant seaport in Holista. So far, King Gregory's men had not come to fight them, so far.
Meanwhile, other ships snuck into and out of Holista through unknown locations. Many of these ships were routine smugglers and pirates, carrying contraband, stolen goods, and passengers wishing to travel in secret. But there were slavers now too. The slavers, so far, traded only in humans but they drew no lines as to who they sold their cargos too. Most of the slaves were simply sold as laborers, of course, but there were gladiators sold for the games, women (and some men) sold for sex, people sold to labs for experiments, and even some sold to cannibals for their evening meal.
Meanwhile, other ships snuck into and out of Holista through unknown locations. Many of these ships were routine smugglers and pirates, carrying contraband, stolen goods, and passengers wishing to travel in secret. But there were slavers now too. The slavers, so far, traded only in humans but they drew no lines as to who they sold their cargos too. Most of the slaves were simply sold as laborers, of course, but there were gladiators sold for the games, women (and some men) sold for sex, people sold to labs for experiments, and even some sold to cannibals for their evening meal.