Going east for a couple of days lead me to a large encampment. There were leather tents stretched as far as the eye could see. I had to see if there were any elf slaves here. I snuck around the perimeter until I found a guard on patrol. I killed him and took his armor and helmet. I continued onwards to the entrance. I was not dumb enough to think I could sneak past the active guards. I wanted to thin the numbers down as much as possible. I was a level 63 angel. Most NPCs did not get higher than 25. Even kings and generals found their upper limits at level 75. With that, I was confident that I could take a lot of them. It was a good assumption. I was able to spear about twenty of them at the entrance. I then moved in the camp. I ran around the camp looking for where the slaves were held and killing random orcs that got in my way. "Call out for freedom Brothers and Sisters. I am here to free you from oppression." There were certainly cries all over the camp. Battle cries, that is. I had to listen to the less gruff ones. I ran toward them.
When I got there, there were orcs with whips and blades. These were the slave traders. I ran through them and cut them all down. I peered into the cages and saw that there were slaves of all races. I was only here to free and save the elves. There was a vast array of elves here. Elves had several ethnicities. There were High, Sun, Moon, Crystal, Gray, Ice, Wood, Wild and the Drow. I could see mostly wood elves in the cages. There were also Gray and Wild elves in there as well. In total, it was about 20 elves. I cast Knock on the cage and a loud booming noise rang out as the door swung open. I gave the males the weapons that littered the floor. "We need to get out of here." The other slaves began calling out for me. I rolled my eyes and pointed at the cage with the beastkin. I unlocked it and said "Kill as many as you can. We're leaving." I took the elves in the opposite direction of them. The way out was blocked by a commander. He pointed at me for a one on one combat. I accepted and we clashed. After trading blows, I impaled him on my spear.
That was all that was needed to leave the camp. I sent the captives first before walking out. As I got twenty paces, I automatically knocked ten arrows out the sky coming from behind me. "Holy shit!" I said before we all ran at full speed. No one came to pursue us. When I got them a safe distance away, I introduced myself to them as L'chaim. They looked at me with distrust at the name. It certainly was not an elf's name. I asked if they knew of any settlements that we could escape to. One had an idea and we went with it. "We will go there in the morning. First we have to see what became of the camp. We might even be able to eliminate it." They seemed to be very skeptical of it. The next day, I went back alone. It seemed the beastkin really made a dent. They killed women and children as well. Many of the tents burned down. I put the coup de grace on the dying to mooch the exp. as much as possible. There were still lots of orcs wandering with a lost look in their eyes. I found some quivers with arrows in them. I took two and searched for a leader.
