games-pc dark sun-shattered lands 사용자 설명서
I am Jareth, an itinerant bard, lately of Draj. I
had the dubious honor of spending time
condemned to the arena — a noble whom I
poisoned regretfully survived. Thankfully, my
family was able to bribe a templar with some
magic fruit.
While locked in the slave pens, I was able to
learn about the other slaves’ lives. These
illuminate the great challenges of surviving in
Draj. The slave most philosophical about his
plight was a half-giant named Gareth. A
gladiator of some repute, he had won many
matches for the noble house of Tehuactl. He also
had a misguided loyalty to his master. Thus
when a templar came and suggested he lose his
next match, Gareth broke the templar’s neck. In
return, his master declared this an escape
attempt and condemned him to die in the royal
slave pens. He is still not bitter, but now seeks
to escape to freedom.
One of the most bizarre prisoners is the thri-
kreen, Tarim. She had been hunting city troops
on the salt flats west of Draj, when she was
trapped by a powerful templar. Rather than kill
her outright, the templar sent her to the arena,
so that her death could entertain the masses.
While she doesn’t mind the fight, she misses the
hunt and the freedom of the wasteland.
Selucus was a favorite of the sorcerer-king,
destined to become one of the great gladiators of
his time. He was pampered and allowed to spend
time unescorted in the city. Alas, his brilliance
led him to temptation. The Veiled Alliance
convinced him to learn the ways of the
preservers. Foolishly, he set aside his gladiator’s
weapons and took to the arcane path of magic.
✹ JARETH’S JOURNAL ✹
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His masters were shocked and condemned him to
the slave pens. I believe they hope to force him
to return to his gladiatorial skills to survive.
However, I am sure he will not do so until he
has mastered the spells of the preserver.
The beautiful Saria is the offspring of a foolish
human slave girl and a roguish elven caravan
master. Her father left for other cities before she
was born. Saria spent her youth on the street,
stealing to survive. Before this life could wear
her down, she was caught picking a preserver’s
pocket. He took her out of the city and trained
her in the east, near the volcano. She discovered
peace amidst the harsh landscape. She learned
to call on the spirits of earth, as well as how to
master the preserver’s dangerous art. She might
have stayed forever, but a slaver band captured
her and killed her benefactor. At the auction
block, she used her spells to slay a templar. Now
she lives in the pens, seeking a way back to the
wasteland.
Those condemned to slavery without connections
such as mine can only find freedom by fleeing
into the wilderness. Travellers tell me of whole
villages of freed slaves, eking out an existence
near small watering holes. Individually, these
villages are so weak that a city patrol or band
of raiders could wipe them out with ease.
There are very few slaves that have any
planning or leadership ability. I believe that a
strong personality could unify them into a
dangerous force. I know that the Drajian
templars are beginning to share this view. I
have heard rumors of a punitive expedition to
clear the wastes of these villages all the way to
the Silt Sea.