Tal 39-dorei Campaign Setting Reborn • Newest & Fast

Lirien smiled. It was not a nice smile. "I'm not taking it off. I'm giving it back."

The shockwave rippled outward. Every Dorei slave within a hundred yards felt their own collars flicker, destabilized by the feedback. Chains fell. Iron hissed. The girl's collar cracked down the middle and dropped into the mud with a soft plink . tal 39-dorei campaign setting reborn

Below, a child stumbled. A Dorei girl, no more than seven. Her ears were nubbed, barely pierced by the initial pain-stud of ownership. The slaver—a fat Orm with a shock-whip—didn't slow. He dragged her through the mud until her face disappeared under the sludge. The chain jerked. Others fell. The Orm laughed. Lirien smiled

And the Dorei—forty-seven freed, confused, terrified—did something the Guild had never accounted for. They didn't run. They picked up the fallen chains. They picked up rocks. The girl picked up a shard of her own shattered collar and held it like a dagger. I'm giving it back

The system. The Reborn campaign—that's what the slavers called this new age. After the God Wars, when the old empires collapsed, the Dorei had been reshaped. Their magic-suppressing collars were no longer iron. They were will . A Dorei could only be freed if a free person bought their contract and chose to break it. And the Guild—the Silent Ledger—had turned that into the most profitable economy in the broken world.

Lirien turned to face the onrushing guards. His body was failing—the poison, the released pain, the years of debt finally coming due. But he had enough for one last transfer.

System , he thought bitterly. This is the system.