"Idiots, fools, damned bastards, and I am running out of terms to call you!" Lind was raging at a little over 500 men and women of the area he had been brought to. They were lounging or meditating as elixirs coursed through their bodies.
It had taken him the better part of 3 days, but Lind had prepared the Meridian Restoration Elixir to actually repair what he could. Normally, it would be enough to repair the damage all of them had, but he had never tried to repair damage done by removing a woven brand.
In those same days, some bloodied and exhausted people stumbled into their area. Their injuries were fresh and he got a better look at the sigils used.
It made him sick.
The brand was essentially 3 fold. It restricted their ability to cultivate unless authorized by a weaver to do so. It tracked their whereabouts, even in its damaged state to an extent. It also compelled them to obey any command given.
