Here's my first draft of the Slave City revision!INTROYou've been thinking about your Cousin Lyris a lot lately. It started with dreams of childhood--memories long forgotten. This led to a sense of longing, wishing for a reunion with that odd girl you grew up with. When last you saw her, five years ago, she was married with three children and living a simple yet idyllic life, she and her brood following her husband wherever he found work. It recently dawned on you that Lyris hasn't written to you in well over a year.
Then came the rumors about Makron, the city in the mountains to the north, just outside the empire's reach. You have never been to Makron, but you know that ever since General Rantler became its governor, the place has become a cesspool. Rantler's reputation precedes him: a despot of the worst sort, imprisoning men on false charges, then forcing their women to buy their freedom by spending the night with him. His social circle is a veritable rogues gallery of vermin and cutthroats, with the mad magus Grinlam recently counted among them. The vile wizard has been sighted more than once in the Slave City the last few months.
That is the new name Makron goes by under Rantler's reign. The Slave City, where everyone slaves in Rantler's mines, or serves his soldiers on hand and foot. And it's not gold they're mining, you hear.
As the stories trickle through your favorite taverns like bad ale, you grow more and more disturbed. You aren't sure why until the next dream: Cousin Lyris weeping, begging for help. You wake with a start and search the letters you've collected from her over the years, until you find the most recent one. Her husband was moving his family to Makron. That was a year ago.
The emperor's men cannot cross the border without inviting war from the sultans of the north. You decide to take matters into your own hands and gather your closest allies for a voyage to the Slave City. They can take all of Rantler's riches they can carry. All you want is to know that Lyris and her children are safe.