A dark fantasy novel from the creator of the series Nacirons vampires. We take the risks associated with moon gates of inhospitable worlds Elmbundes. Populated by elves, dwarves, humans and fantastic creatures. Worlds without shining heroes.
on the worlds of Elmbundes the horrors of war, power struggles and oppression is always omnipresent. Unexpected magic and unyielding steel are arguments that are in a dispute.
Kaylon Midwinter lives in Elmbund. He is on the run from his own Origin and knows the horror of the world organization. taken from a cohort elven caught him selling flowers on the slave market of Soho. But Kaylon only concern is to camouflage his identity. For if to find the elves, whom they have a prisoner among them would, by comparison, even a short future as a harmless food source for the cohort.
When he is bought by Druids, he is forced to a dangerous tightrope walk between his past and the elven druid circle of Sha'anaar into an unknown future.
Kaylon Midwinter lives in Elmbund. He is on the run from his own Origin and knows the horror of the world organization. taken from a cohort elven caught him selling flowers on the slave market of Soho. But Kaylon only concern is to camouflage his identity. For if to find the elves, whom they have a prisoner among them would, by comparison, even a short future as a harmless food source for the cohort.
When he is bought by Druids, he is forced to a dangerous tightrope walk between his past and the elven druid circle of Sha'anaar into an unknown future.
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The market of Soho was known for its diversity. Here was material elven, dwarf resources and everything normal and exotic world of men.
"Sir, here, here, there is the finest dwarf meat!"
The man waved his hand raised.
The best "on the market! umbacken Spit or bread, as desired, "
The potential customer muttered," No, I prefer to live "and moved on. He had a field Raab and below there was, as so often, a Quistumnest. He was looking at the market in Soho again and again for dwarves, who worked on its tunnels under the field and hunted these beasts. Quistume were dangerous animals, defending their territory to the extreme. Gradually the gold budget of the owner's box for dwarfs Raab was scarce.
"Maybe a nice ham Steppenelf? For the wife? "Admitted the seller does not occur. The market of Soho was not only famous, but famous for its diversity.
The seller but quickly fell silent when a centuria of elves warriors approach march came. He had once accidentally offered an elf the ham. The answer "Do I look like a cannibal" had been followed closely by a terrible blow that had broken the seller then the nose. In a city of diversity, as it was Soho, one had to be flexible. He exchanged the meat with the Blumensud and asked it to the female captain of the centuria, the lance, the official name was in the centuria.
But centuria was in a hurry. Esanielle Vi'landor left it to her sergeant the seller to the side and led her to urge centuria on to the destination. In Soho you could not only lot for sale, you could sell it too. Your centuria had recently fought about eleven days' journey from here in a battle and now they would improve the war chest. Her last command was not, fortunately, made no prisoners to do what gave the squad the opportunity to run today, some people in chains to this place.
Bathak Caleb was not a slave trader, he was the mediator. Then he was proud. He bought to any living being to sell them again, as many others did, he was honorable. So at least saw this former farmer's son. His honor was to get deep inside it no goal, rather, no unnecessary Cost risk to take on. Some people had already bought slaves who were then passed through to sales, partly from disease, in fights with each other or trying to escape. Bathak had eliminated that risk. He offered the space and opportunity for slave sales. Anyone here sold the slaves about him, had to give him a few percent. Anyone who tried to sell in Soho without him slaves died, often shortly after departure. Business can be so simple.
Esanielle Vi'landor knew the promoters. The conversation between them lasted only briefly, even if Caleb would spend hours looking at the silver hair and her elves Esanielles Beauty want. He knew at least that one was staying a night elf centuria no better time. The daily work of these efficient warriors was the fight. And Caleb was always concerned that they did not fight, where he was. As anyone with sense.
After much was happening at the market in Soho, he agreed with the Elven Warrior, that they could offer in one hour their prisoners. Your hundred soldiers led ten p.m. prisoners in chains with them. Esanielle let their soldiers on the outskirts of Bathaks resting place of Caleb so designated in his waiting room. The place was separated by walls from the actual sales. Caleb did not want his customers stem from the straight distract submitted in buying objects made. Two other groups with their prisoners were waiting there already.
A dozen gnomes guarded with their powerful battle-two people and two Elves, they intended to sell. Six people were very unkempt-looking group of men women and children in check.
Esanielle knew at a glance that their highly disciplined military force is no danger of the other dealers threatened. On their orders, - and only at their command - the elves would kill everyone present before they could turn their weapons on the elf warrior. She nodded Lieutenant Alonas Vi'landor to a distant cousin of her younger influential family. He understood their characters and relationships were the armed position of power. They refrained never take reasonable defensive posture.
Esanielle Alonas handed over command of the centuria and left in the company of a sergeant and three other soldiers Caleb Bathaks slave market.
Soho stank of all sorts of nasty fried meat, neglected people, erdverkrusteten dwarfs and debris. It was a place where travelers are not long persisted. They came to sell or buy, and as soon as possible. Who in Soho for any reason However impoverished, perhaps by gambling, which often found himself again as a sale of goods. Live or prepared.
The war had fueled the relentless conditions. Food was scarce, meat rarer still. No dwarf dwarf ate meat, no meat Elf Elves, hardly a man of human flesh. But the meat of other races could not accept it, otherwise if you were hungry. And in these times animals were often worth more than a powerless prisoner who also needed food.
However Soho was no lawless place. While Soho was free of a real government, but the dealer had come together in the Soho Trade Guild closed and voted regularly about the needs of the city.
all jointly financed a conflicting powerful mercenary army, which took over the defense of the city. They stayed in the selection that experienced warrior took the lead within the mercenaries, as the dealers wanted to safety within the city, but no random attacks. Moreover, they realized that arriving Army troops better angry. Soho provided for severe punishments for those who violate the peace or trade agreements.
Soho had grown from a collection of traveling Dealers who had met here regularly to a national market. In their tents they had offered to trade their goods. The town was strategically located at the river, because nature allowed here that ships could create. The sea was thus not very far, and the trade in many cities had been unstoppable. Gradually, there were wooden houses, but the tents were still there. The streets of the city were marked by their colorful fabrics.
A city wall had not Soho. Many troops of various political groups came to Soho, but they mostly came in peace to sell war plunder. A defense system would be or so have been superfluous. Soho should be conquered, they only bothered with the rapidly coming liberation.
Esanielle not often thought about by the bad conditions. She had been a centuria entrusted, and they thought this possible loss by adverse times result. This was especially necessary to maintain discipline and obedience to maintain among the soldiers. She walked purposefully through the market, bought a few herbs and dressing items. Eating did not buy it here. The prices were high in Soho, and usually they took in their ways, what they needed.
As centuria too much Ballast dragging round were also often enemies to good, if one had to withdraw in case of power. An elven army went so pack light.
After she had purchased a boat trip to the Elven warriors to Vyanheim, enjoyed Esanielle the harbor from the cooked ground beans brew hot Skar'aha. The taste was beastly, but it revived the spirits. Even her sergeant, she allowed a drink before heading back to Caleb Bathaks Bazaar returned.
Lieutenant Alonas Vi'landor it reported that one of the prisoners were wounded in the face, and this led Esanielle before. It was a wailing man woman who begged the elf warrior for her release. Esanielle wiped her tears with the back of the face.
In this way they could see the wound better. About this, they looked their goods before they turned to the lieutenant.
"Who hit her in the face?"
The dwarf group was already gone, sold six people at the moment the women and children they had brought with him. Soon, the elves had the opportunity to earn money with the sale.
"runner Kahlan. "
" Why? "
The lieutenant looked her firmly in the eye.
"The prisoners wanted to organize a rebellion."
Had he asked to your command? "Lance Vi'landor their subordinates, who had been in their absence the command.
"No, Lance Vi'landor. I saw him immediately placed under arrest and brought the prisoner back to rest. "
She nodded to her cousin. They knew that the family ties had not helped him when a prisoner on his orders had been violated.
"The runner gets ten whippings in the dawn."
With a gesture, she dismissed the lieutenant. Then she stepped in front of the prisoners, who looked quietly sobbing, pleading with her.
"Cleanse your face and shine with your smile so much that the wound in your face, again. Because if you do not get any reasonable price, I sell you to the butcher. "
Commercially available under ISBN 978-3839180402.
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