Out of the Abyss – Day 1: The Cage
The world returned to them through a haze of poison and stone. Balack Rednoir was the first to lift her head, blinking slowly. The heavy weight of a collar bit at her neck, the chains at her wrists clinking lightly as she shifted. She smiled—small, controlled, a queen dethroned but still very much regal. "Ah," she whispered under her breath, her voice like silk, "we've been invited to a rather exclusive event." Around her, the others stirred. Zharina Melinster sat up stiffly, silent but alert. Edith Valor rolled over with a wild grin plastered on her face, still half-drunk on chaos and glee. Skyme Deleaf blinked twice, then giggled. "We're guests!" she chirped, rattling her chains like a tambourine. From the shadows of the slave pen, two figures approached cautiously: a dwarf woman with fiery hair and stern eyes, and a wiry deep gnome grinning from ear to ear. "Name’s Jimjar," said the gnome with a sweeping bow, chains jingling. ...

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