Mellie sat upright in her sleep, startling the exhausted fairies awake in her pocket. A moment later, Robert bursted through the door, throwing her a jacket, pulling her out of bed. "Mary's hurt. We have to go. Now!" he hurried her as the flames began to lap at her feet. She rushed down the steps as she threw on the jacket, which had a new heat resistance rune and her bag of holding. At the bottom of the stairs, the inn looked like a bomb went off. In the middle was Mary, bloody and singed, cupping her bloodied ear, crying.

"Oh shit" Mellie said as she realized the enormity of the situation. She rushed over to Mary and practically threw a cloak from.her bag over Mary as she scooped her up under her arm. Robert grabbed her other arm, gripping her ear, then he dropped it and bandaged her ear as Mellie escorted them out the back. Mary shot a fireball through the doorway at the kegs on the way out.

"What the fuck happened" Mellie whispered as they began ducking through the allies.

"The fucking dwarf and his stupid cook knew what I was from all the slave document talk and dosed you so they could sell me. They knew I showed up with no collar. I didnt even get a chance to use the fake!" She cried. "A group of men cornered me on my way up to my room and they... they..."

"Mary lets just get out of this town. Coming here was a mistake. I was off playing kumbaya with the locals who let shit like this happen. Fuck this town. I hope my friends didn't stay here long because fuck this. Why treat people like this. I just don't get you people." She huffed.

"I just want freedom. This just isn't the place for that. I was never safe here. Plumtown was a haven. No wonder it fell." She said, sadly.

Mellie stopped. "Fuck this." She threw a healing potion at Mary. "It's time to make some changes around here." she smiled. Mellie had a plan. "Robert, go find us a pretty girl. Try the corner of Market and 5th." she said smiling, flipping him a gold coin. Robert turned beat red.

An hour later Mellie, Mary, Robert and a very attractive soon to be former Elven prostitute were headed to the noble district. They moved from dirt roads into cobblestone, then marble. The houses became placed further apart until it was just mansion after mansion. There were five main mansions in Marningville belonging to the two children and three grandchildren the ruling noble had. His slaving busines was the economy feeding and depleting the town. He sold as many of his own people as he bought slaves. The slave to master ratio was kept around 50:50, trading useless classed and unclassed humans for talented craftsmen slaves.

The four opened the servants entrance armed with a vial of Mellie's blood and got to work looking for beds. They each split to cover the bottom floor, unlocking the collars of the entire staff. There was fortunately a handsome Elf named Charles in their employ that kept this venture from going south because the owner of this house was a woman, and she was wide awake.

Ellen Landry was a widow. Her husband had given her two beautiful children, even if she had to kill some of the half breed bastards he had sired. Men liked to browse. So after her son and daughter had left to begin their own houses, she made sure he had browsed his way to the bottom of a lake. Her father had always spoiled her with whomever she wanted, and once she had her children she had no more use of the man. She had many handsome elves in her employ that serviced her as needed. Her children had their own charmed lives. Her life was bliss. At the age of 60 she never classed, and looked her age, even if she didn't feel it.

She was laying on her bed in a nighty, waiting for her new acquisition. Tonight she would break in her new toy. He had come in from the new Reglar shipment. Some mercenaries had snuck into the Elven country and gotten some nice pieces. He was apparently royalty and he would be hers tonight. Charles entered Ellen's bedroom as instructed. "Come to me" she instructed him, opening herself to him. He grimaced as he complied.

Climbing on top of the old woman he stopped, positioned on top of her as she pulled him into her begging him, "Kiss me" gyrating under him. So he reached his hand into his pants, grabbing his shaft and stabbed the knife through her eye. He grabbed the neutralized collar from his neck, hoping to never wear the thing again in his life.

"Are there any others who live here?" She asked the man.

"No. Her children live in the houses next-door though. We need to get out of here." He said, beginning to shake and panic.

"Just wait here. I'll take care of them next." She said as she walked up to the woman and turned her into a set of clothes for the Elf. He had quite a beautiful body, but he deserved his modesty. He gasped seeing the power of hwr magic. She shrugged him off. She was sick of hiding. And sick of these fucking slavers all over the damn place. Like what's the problem with developing a normal trade. Like cotton or some shit. Build a pottery wheel. Anything else. Whatever. They chose this fate.

The next two houses were young couples. Fortunately they had no children. Mellie left four ham sandwiches on three pillows. The first couple had been copulating when a sword went through both of their eyes so their sandwiches were kind of mixed together. The block across the street were three more mansions with the brother, his wife and their son.

When entering the brothers study, he had began yelling, "what is the meaning of this!" to the interruption of his nightly scotch and elven blowjob. Mellie cast incubus lore on the man and stabbed him in the face while he uncontrollably made out with the Elven woman. She unlocked her collar immediately after, apologizing for not coming sooner. His wife was in the middle of using an Elf man so they waited until he finished and left the room to unlock his collar and arm the man. He slit her throat in her sleep. He still had cigarette burn marks on his arms.

Mellue had the woman who was forced into prostitution gain access to the sons study easily. She had seen him visiting her the previous day on her way into the market. Fortunately for her, she no longer had a collar and instead of leaving the man satisfied, she nicked him with a poisoned blade and watched as blood leaked from every oraface. It was quite a fitting end to her forced career.

The final house was the Mayor of Marningville, Arthur Landry. Mellie had to rest between houses to eat drink and regenerate her blood. She kept pulling the blood from her storage bag to distribute for collars. Hundreds of slaves were freed from these five mansions. Some found half dead in torture chambers in their basements. They were healed and freed by their other freed slaves. There was some animocity between high ranked and low ranked slaves until they reminded themselves that the collars weren't there to enforce those beliefs anymore.

Arthur Landry rested in his bed at the ripe age of 80 surrounded by beautiful nude elven women. He had the class Mayor leveled to 32 and his regeneration kept him looking about 60. When one of the women got up to use the bathroom and returned to the man, she had climbed on top of him. He woke, aroused and amused. As she slid up his body, she pulled a knife from behind her back and sliced his dick clean off, quickly shoving it down his throat. The women around her began to wake as he bled out all over the bed, gagging on his screams as he was held down by the women. She finally slipped the knife across his gagging throat, ending his life.

With about 200 elves in tow, Mellie burned the walls of Marningville and headed toward the docks. Along the way, the rich houses were visited and slaves were freed. Masters were killed. Blood and fire rained the streets that night. As the hundreds of freed elves approached the eastern docks, searching for a ship to escape on, a familiar floating ship began its descent.