Dungeon Crawl Classics
Honor. Love. Family. It doesn’t matter. In the end survival is everything. That was my first lesson from Ildavir.
I was taken from my tiny hateful life and put in a slave train. Almost all of the slaves died. The few of us that got free ran to a cave.
Freedom is earned.
Several of us tried to break our chains. I paid in pain. Hascel’s sword missed and broke my hand. Even in pain, I slipped my hand free.
The many outweight the single person.
When the bandits came to the cave, I gave my sword. I hoped they would not search around and find the others below us.
Protect the future generations.
When the others were leaving and the woman would not stand, I helped the farmer with kind words for her to help get Me-gan to stand. She was the only woman, and the only hope of having a future generation.