free writing #1b

        In the land of fairies and folklore, where magic is real and adventurers’ stories are made, at the edge of the misty woods laid the camp of the slave liberators. The liberators never bothered to give their group a name, nor did they care what people called them. To the knights, they were gypsies and mercenaries. To the laypeople they were mysterious travelers not to be trusted. To slavers the liberators were a headache and a half. To slaves, they were a dream and a whispered tale for children.

        They numbered, in their height, eighty-seven strong. However at this time it was a mere forty-three and not all were strong. Among their members were many castes and occupations; there were mercenaries, troubadours, gypsies, farmers, craftsmen, a family of blacksmiths, a soothsayer and even a fallen knight. Not among the members but in their company were the families of members, as well as a few servants and allies to the liberators’ cause. They were mostly human, a couple of the mercenaries were half orc, and there were elves of the misty woods visiting and living among the liberators who lived at the border of their land.

        As the evening sun set at the end of its daily voyage, inhabitants of the camp began to dwindle, disappearing into the woods.