My spell fell flat, and nothing happened. It was as though I was muttering gibberish. It didn't take me long to realize what had happened. The amulet had teleported me to another plane of existence, one where magic didn't work. The scary thing was, without magic I was trapped! The amulet was the perfect mage-assassin tool.
I found myself missing Kaa, my snake, right away. This was the first time we had been apart since we had met. The man took away the last of my belongings, then asked me to extend my hands; he wanted to put a pair of shackles onto my wrists.
I felt the crack of his nose beneath my fist. He stepped back, no smile on his face, as his nose ran freely with blood. The other men around the wagon stepped forward and wrestled me to the ground, forcing the shackles onto my wrists. I was thrown into the wagon, where I saw several others who were also in chains. My life as a slave had begun.
(Fighting +5)
The cart rumbled along for several hours as I bounced around in the back. We finally arrived at our destination, where I was taken out and thrown into a pit. That night, I was led to a dirt ring surrounded by cheering people. Another slave stood across from me. He yelled something incomprehensible and attacked me!