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If you were to ask a Goliath to choose between captivity or death, they would laugh, as their response would be the obvious choice that didn't include enslavement to anyone or anything. They would tell you that Kavaki, The Ram-Lord, did not create their kind in his image as a means of vanity or for aimless pleasure, but to thrive across the known world as hunters, spiritual teachers, artisans, gatherers, and warriors. To compete fiercely. To build upon civilizations that came before them. Build for a better future in order that the race of pseudo-giants would influence and enlighten each other, as well as those who were foreign to their ways.

However, as the world changed, and what was once a thriving race of nomads began to disperse and disappear, captivity -or more importantly, [i]survival[/i]- was the viable option. 

While Goliaths, by nature, disliked captivity, the five or so years Vah'lux Ki-ao'uthal was held within one of the few orc strongholds in Thraduum, had steeled her nerves against such things. The hardship and unspeakable conditions were in no way for the faint of heart, and yet she took a bit of comfort imagining that prisons of the human realms would be much more accommodating in contrast. Their morales were slightly more balanced in certain situations, and their laws, not meant to kill, but to teach. Still, there was always a twinge of uneasiness, especially not knowing what would happen next in a land she knew virtually nothing about.

Physical and mental exhaustion from the endless journey caught up to her, yet upon entering the stone and iron prison cell, the Goliath chose to stand as she watched the nervous armed soldiers quickly exit. Her weapons, armor, and any other belongings taken away and very much out of reach, and left only with the heavy tan-colored cloth underwraps that covered her upper torso, waist, and hands. Even her hide and fur stitched boots were taken on account of the several sharp shards of obsidian fastened along the shin, which could be potentially used as a weapon, leaving her barefoot. Nothing that bothered the large, muscular woman though. In fact, a breath that had been held for awhile was released, as though relieved that she was finally left alone; a slight snicker escaping her lips looking down onto the meager scraps of what was considered sustenance in a bowl. Outside of immense starvation or malnutrition, very rarely would she partake of food she hadn’t hunted, killed, prayed-over, and prepared on her own, or, at the very least had some semblance of trust in those offering the food. 

[I]Food for the vermin was more like it.[/i] 

Staring out past the bars and into the darkness across the hall, she closed her eyes for a few moments, allowing the long day to slowly evaporate from her mind and soul. This had been the drill for years in captivity, breathing exercises taught to her as a youngling, to prepare for any situation as well as decompress from the most challenging. The [i]rage[/i] within, that stored energy into which her kind would pull from in times of need, while ever present, wasn't needed. Not now. Not in this place. But as she quieted the noise inside her mind, thoughts of weeks earlier began to surface.

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[i]The journey just to make it out of Thraduum was perilous at best, and many who managed to escape from the Orc stronghold miles behind them, met the unfortunate fate of dying from the harsh conditions that the land had to offer any traveller. Water, for one, was scarce, and predators lay in wait as several former captives fell, never to rise again to see another day. Those who could hunt, fared as well as could be expected, just on the fringe of starvation or dehydration, and while plenty were willing to share, squabbles amongst all races present were inevitable as each had a reason to survive. Each wanted to return to their place of origin.

As the days passed, and the groups dwindled in numbers, Vah’lux and the ebony dire wolf decided to head their own way, to tread the roads least taken in order to evade any last vestiges of bounty hunters on their trail. The Goliath had the knowledge to live off the land, just as her father, and his father, and many generations before her had done. In was ingrained in her mind. Survival and trust amongst each other was their only hope. The dire wolf was exceptional at aiding in the hunting process, and kept watch during the night when rest was needed. Fortunately, only a handful of situations required combat, be it a small goblin raiding party, or a caravan of pirates out to collect anything they could for their own. No mercy was shown to these braggards, as no mercy would have been shown to Vah’lux and her companion.

It was shortly after that when the Goliath’s journey would come to an abrupt end, and her new fate would await her in the darkest of places...[/i]

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The voice echoed from a ways down the hall, breaking the silence, and snapping her from the meditative state she was in previously. She knew there were others imprisoned as well from the occasional shuffling of feet, a cough, or some other easily audible indication, but to what species of creature -whether man or beast- was unknown to her. However the single voice, still seemed more human than not, it's natural dialect clearly Common. Vah'lux did not respond though, unsure if she was even being addressed directly, but more so, she was simply not in a conversational mood.

Vah'lux narrowed her eyes to scan across the hallway into the other cells, hoping to make out who may be speaking.

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