A Procession of Slaves

Your on a wide flat stone rooftop like many in this part of the city. Twenty feet down, the dusty cobbled street is packed solid with a pitiful procession of people. You and your allies are cloaked and staying mostly out of sight but watching. Here at the edge of the great city the solid column of slaves stretches as far as the eye can see out into the desert to the West. Slavers wearing the cat claw badges of Bast ride along the sides of the chained men and women occasionally lashing out with cruel multi thronged whips at any who faltered. With casual disregard for life they hacked off the hands of any too weak to carry on to spare the time it would take to unclasp their manacles. The bodies and bones of the dead line the road, a feast for the jackels and great cats that will be out by night.
An old man beside you speaks quietly, mostly under his breath. "Another nation fallen under her claws. 25,000 slaves taken they are saying. Where are they taking them, I wonder? What could they being doing out in the desert that would take that many people? Our spies have not been able to get close enough to find out but the persecution of our cult is growing ever more intense here. The followers of Bast are too strong. We need to know what they are doing so that we can counter it. Kematef, I’m trusting you and your friends with this task. Head west by night, avoid notice, follow the columns of dust and the trail of the dead. Report back to the temple when you know more. Any questions?

The party can talk for a bit…

A Procession of Slaves

A Light in Darkness MKing MKing