Scopulae
Desert Elves
We'd seen the maps, and it looked so simple to cut off a day's travel. Sure, it was rocky, and some time would be wasted winding through the canyons, but it saved such a huge distance. We were hoping it would be cooler, too, if we were shaded from the worst of the heat. With the water saved from the shorter time and a cooler trip, this could give us the most profitable caravan traversing the desert.
It was as we were going down one of those canyons that our mistake was made clear. It started when a single rock came crashing down from somewhere above, crushing the skull of the captain of the caravan guards. We had no idea at first what happened - it looked like incredibly bad luck, because who could aim a stone like that, right? Well, as everyone gathered to gawk at what had once been the captain and try to figure out what was going on, a whole lot more rocks came raining down, and next thing you know, half the group was dead or dying. Then the stones themselves came alive around us - they just stood up, and they weren't stones, they were elves. They started in with the slings, and people started dropping.
Did I run? You're damned right I did! I took a rock to the arm, and it broke the bone. Still hasn't healed right. I was no good to anyone there, so I spurred that horse as fast as I could back towards civilization. Barely made it, and lost my horse in the process. Now I'm stuck here, bad arm, no way to go anywhere, but the people back at the city would certainly pay to know what happened to the caravan. If you could loan me just a few coins, I promise to send it back, with interest!
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