After a week on the job she had finally met Knight Baleth he was strong and powerful. But, she had made a grievous error. He had commanded her to service him and she had agreed to it without tears, but with anger in her soul how could he ask that of HER! Her old masters voice echoed in her ears, “You are a slave a little slut Khyra and you always will be. You are not an honored guard to these humans you are their pet, plaything!”

Then suddenly the voice was silenced as the slave girls hand slapped her face. Knight Baleth was angered greatly.

Perhaps I should tell my story from the start, but it would be too lenghty, and this is a journal, not a book. As so, I will start from the recent events.
One week ago, or some more days, I was in Eltabbar, before being sent to Kortuga, to serve the Enclave Outpost in there.

It is so much to me to find how natural it feels to be with her. I see the storm swept seas and turbulant gales on the deck of the ship. Good freinds I have found and a lover or two, but there is only one of her.

What the Matron once scolded me for I have found no writings. What a number of ladies here feel is not wrong. Yondalla still loves us, her light shines in us all.

Anticipation as I write the words, seeing her face close to mine as we share another together. Lust sings through me as I am with her and a deep heart healing love.

Dear sisters,

I know in my heart you are all gone, but I write this anyway. Perhaps you are reading behind my shoulder or can see from Yondalla's realm. Perhaps there are yet a few of you who remain alive. It does not matter as I will continue to write.

I was perhaps too much like a child in a candy store. Sweet temptation had been unwrapped and I delved into its sweetness. Still I am not a dirty slut....even if Matron Mother would say so. I meet people and form an attachment...there is more than simply sharing of bodies there should be common interests and freindship.

I awoke, slowly, sun beams streaming in on me. I smiled, opening my eyes. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust and I was not where I had lay my head. I was in room with windows, I did not have windows in the servant's quarters, they are underground. My bedding was the purest white I've ever seen, and smelled of sweet honeysuckle. The walls were draped with rich fabrics and the wind blowing in the window was warm and fresh.

I went to the window to look out, but the sunlight blinded me to all but the bluest, cloudless sky.

I was not afraid, I found my way through the city, to the keep pretty easily. It is the largest building, in the heart of this city of artificial islands. I wonder what would happen if a large wave would wash through? Would all the bridges be gone, leaving them isolated? It would be a disaster. Yes, my pondering was not for my fate, but of this new place.

I found the hall, and a man answering to the name Donovan gave me a quick introduction to the city, and the keep. I stood their stunned, as he explained my responsibilities. They call this slavery?

Sisters,

I am sending this letter with hopes that it may reach you, but fears that it will not. When last I saw you all we were on a ship bound to assist in Protecting our people and all good peoples.

I know the ship was attacked in the storm and that I was pushed off teh rail by High Preistess Caitlain, but after that I amd unsure. Still I fear that you have all most likely perished on the high seas.

I will pray for your safety.

But, I shall not dwell on such thing and will now pen my thoughts on this strange land that I have washed up in.

As I rose from my sleep, the half orc stood over me protective, I glanced around and saw that the others gave us a berth and there was blood and what looked like an ear on the floor. I asked incredulous as I realized what had transpired, and my protector look down at me with a tender look in his one eye not swollen shut. He said to me in a voice with melody I would never expect from one with orcish blood, ‘Look, I’m nuts over you.’ Then he laughed and sat down hard, exhausted.