Darkoman666

Ba-dump. Rough. Warm. Dark. Rynter sits up quickly, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the darkness of the cramped room in which he was sitting. The little light that was shining through the barred windows in the front and back allowed Rynter to realize he was in one of the contraptions on which the slavers and traders that had dealt with his clan had traveled. The wood of the slaver wagon was worn smooth by the countless people ripped from their homes and moved across the world to be sold into lifelong servitude. As Rynter put his hands against the walls to help himself stand up, his hands brushed across long mars in the smoothed wood. He cou

It was dark when they came; the banded warriors of the other tribes that had so recently turned on his father and his tribe. Since his clan had gained the upperhand in trading with the southern tradesmen because they were the best hunters, the other clans had begun resenting Rynter's clan. That dominance in trade coupled with them outnumbering the other, smaller tribes by at least two blades to one caused unrest and dissent. While they had never used coercion or violence to achieve their goals, every other tribe of the north believed that it was only a matter of time before that became the norm. This fear is what led to this nite, when the sm