Prologue
Carla rolled her eyes at the two guards sitting opposite her, as the caravan rolled along the rough mountain road, bouncing up and down continually, causing her breasts to do much the same. The guards, staring intently at her full breasts, did not notice this, nor any other part of the young half-elf, unless it was the slit in the tight red robe she wore, that exposed her shapely thigh. Her long brown hair swept across her face as she was jerked forward by the shaking of the caravan, and the guards took the opportunity to look down the front of her low-cut robe, taking pleasure at the view of the attractive half-elf's flawless, tanned skin. Narrowing her hazel eyes, she deeply regretted choosing to wear the tight robe for the journey.
Traveling from Beregost to Athkatla, in the south, the caravan continued along the rough path that cut a path through the Cloudpeak Mountains. Carla Sistryne, the daughter of a wealthy elven mage residing in the Town of Beregost, had been told to travel south to Athkatla, that she could receive training in the ways of the arcane arts, from her father's associate in the Cowled wizards, an organization comprising of powerful magic-users.
A yell from the driver was the only warning that the distracted guards got as a huge boulder crashed into the wooden structure, sending the driver and the guards flying away with the debris from the shattered boards. Carla stared in shock and horror as the front half of the caravan was completely ripped away by the boulder, and screamed as the remaining half of the caravan tipped sideways, sending her flying. Coming to a tumbling halt in the middle of the stony road, she rolled swiftly to her feet and drew out a small dagger from a strap on her upper leg. Looking around for the source of the assault, she gasped as two huge hill giants emerged from crevices in the cliff near the road. Dropping the dagger, she stood petrified, as one of the giants approached her, as the other proceeded to loot the caravan. Wearing dirty leather garb and standing eleven feet tall, the giant towered above her, about twice her height. Bending down to scrutinize the half-elf, the giant considered her, grunted and spoke "Me, Uck. You, slave.' Carla whimpered in fear as he removed a large sack from his back, picking her up with terrifying ease, and casually tossed her inside. Covered in bruises and surrounded by what she assumed to be the giant's spare clothes, Carla hugged her knees as she felt the sack being swung over the giant's back.
Through a small tear in the sack, Carla watched the scenery pass by as the giants made their way back to their mountain home. From what she heard of her captors' conversation, she determined that these two were part of a small group of hill giants that had recently left a large tribe. For more than an hour they traveled through the mountains, until they finally reached a large cave. Carla watched through the tear in the sack as they parted ways, the other giant entering a large cavern where three other hill giants sat and Uck taking her into a smaller one. She felt the sack open, and a huge, calloused hand reached in, lifting her out of the sack. She felt cold metal around her ankle, and as she was put down and the hand removed, she saw that Uck had attached a chain to her ankle. As the giant lumbered out of the cavern, she heard him say "You, slave, live here. You serve me later.'