“Agghhhhh!” The monster roared from inside the circle.
“W-what are you doing to him?!” The guild master frantically shouted at the inquisitor. “You’re hurting him!” He tried approaching the pained monster.
“Him? Can’t you see, he isn’t what he says he is!” The inquisitor said. “Open your eyes, Coytel! This is not Jonah of Bottom-trodden.” He pointed at the miserable creature.
“Let him go!” The guild master’s voice suddenly turned shrill and sinister. “Let him go or I kill all of you!” He snarled at them and revealed his inhumanly fangs.
Ghwyr froze in shock and terror. Who would have thought that kind of monster could mimic itself into a human? He certainly didn’t know until that point.
The guild master’s face started to contort as a portion of his face protruded grotesquely. His cheeks tore from his skin, revealing a woody and mossy bone. His upper body grew and hunched, revealing his pulsating muscles on his back. His veins grew big and protruded from his face down his neck but that was just the start of something even more horrific. He tore his face and revealed the mossy deformed face of the monster. His bloodshot eyes and lack of nose gave him a hybrid look of a snake riddled with moss and muck.
Guild Master Coytel was no more. There wasn’t even a hint of humanity left in him. He staggered towards Ghwyr, lifting his oversized left arm over his head and was about to squish the halfling with it, when Arenviel pulled him away just in the nick of time.
The monster made a hole on the floor and stuck its enormous arm into it. It growled at them as it tried to yank its arm off the floor. Bjorn immediately charged towards it and with his powerful legs he kicked the monster in the face and sent in flying to the wall.
Just as he did, the monster’s arm was yanked out of the floor causing it to collapse. A huge part of the floor fell to the lower floor. Bjorn was quick enough to jump away from it while grabbing the inquisitor along with him.
“You idiot!” Narjuna shouted at the berseker.
“What?” Bjorn turned to her with a confused look on his face. “What did I do wrong?!”
“The circle!” The inquisitor pointed at nonexistent floor. “The circle is broken!” He said to him.
The other city guards entered the room and was shocked to see the gaping hole on the floor.
“Nobody moves!” Tersextes said as he pulled out his daggers from the hidden pockets in his boots.
Everyone stood still. There was no movement in either of the monsters, and yet there was a strong eerie presence lingering in the air.
Tersextes signaled to Arenviel and Narjuna to defend the others, while he and Bjorn deal with the abominations. The elf looked to Bjorn and pointed at the hole in the wall. The berserker knew what he meant and immediately nodded.
Bjorn moved. He tiptoed towards the hole, sneaking at the edges and trying his hardest not to make the slightest sound. However, just as he reached the hole, something suddenly wrapped around his right ankle. He looked down and saw a thorny vine squeezy it from below. He tried turning around to warn them, but it was far too late.
The monster pulled him below. The berserker didn’t even have a time to shout. He fell into the second floor, just as the other monster emerged from the wall and rammed itself against the elf. Narjuna was able to act quickly and created a barrier just in time for the monster to hit him. Tersextes still flew across the room and landed on the next room.
“Lady of Ice and snow show them your power!” She stretched out her hands in front of the hulking beast. “Third form, ice spears!” A barrage of spear-like icicles flew into the air and pierced the monster in several parts of his body.
The monster wailed in agony and immediately turned towards the sorceress. Narjuna didn’t flinch. She pointed her finger at the monster and began casting another spell. However, the monster below surprised her by wrapping a vine on her ankle and dragged her down the next floor.
Only Arenviel, Ghwyr, the inquisitor, and some capital guards were left. The swordsman didn’t waste his time and charged towards the monster, unsheathing his sword by his waist. He dodged the aggressive monster’s attack and used its gigantic arm as a path heading towards its neck.
“Guards, protect that halfling as well.” He shouted without looking back.
As he got closer to the monster’s neck, Arenviel raised his sword and with one leap, descended his blade into the abomination’s thick neck. The floor broke below them in the impact and they both fell into the next floor along with his comrades.
Tersextes emerged from the wall, cracking his neck.
“That monster really did a number on me.” He clicked his tongue.
“Tersextes!” Bjorn’s voice echoed from the floor beneath. “Got yer ass in here!” The berserker shouted.
“Coming, boss!” He shouted back while unsheathing a dagger from his back. “Why don’t this monster just keel over and die?!” He shook his head and sighed as he plunges down the lower floor.
After that, all they heard were violent sounds of audible grunts from the party and horrific shrieks monster. There were a variety of lights glowing down below. If it weren’t for his condition, he would’ve peeked in curiously from the hole.
The entire building shook as the fight continued. Ghwyr could hear Narjuna chanting her spells while metals clanged against something too hard for it to penetrate.
“Narjuna, use a freakin’ firebolt!” Bjorn’s voice echoed again.
“Idiot! You want me to burn the place down?!” Narjuna spoke back. “Just do your thing… I’ll do mine!” She answered.
“Incoming!” Tersextes shouted.
A huge spiky root skewered the upper floor, missing the inquisitor by an inch.
“By the gods!” The inquisitor exclaimed.
The monster shrieked sharply once again.
“Good one! Arenviel!” Bjorn laughed in glee. “Let’s finish the bastard!” He roared.
The building shook once again. The wooden beams sounded like it was about to give way to the pressure, but thankfully it didn’t. The monster’s voice slowly died down. Ghwyr imagined it succumbing to the Iron Bears’ relentless attacks.
The shriek and growls turned into a pathetic whimper and heaving, then it finally died down. Hopefully along with the monster.
“You were right, Bjorn Bearskin.” The inquisitor shook his head. “I shouldn’t have doubted you.” He shook the berserker’s hand.“I just followed a hunch.” The berserker smiled widely. “I think you have to report this to the throne.” He pointed at the Guild’s blasted building.It was the aftermath of the fight. Most of the guild members were able to get out in time before the entire Guild Building collapsed. Luckily, the people trapped inside the rubble were alive and unscathed. Ghwyr along with the rest of the men who came out before the collapse stared at the once huge structure crumbled in front of their very eyes.Ghwyr sat in his wheelchair in awe. He couldn’t look away from the damage the fight caused. Bits of the monster’s parts laid on the open street, being picked up by the royal mages while the huge carcasses of the plant-like abominations were chopped into carriable pieces and were carried into the horse carts.It was an intense battle. He has never seen anything like it bef
After the inquisitor passed down the judgement to him, he got into another hearing but this time with the circle of elders from the guild. They have determined to not let him rank up until a new guild master was determined.“Aside from that, the job board would temporarily be closed.” An elder from the guild explained. “The paperwork and contracts are all covered by the rubble. We need sometime to retrieve them before we could start again.” He added.Ghwyr started at them for a minute before accepting their decision. The guild offered him a place in an infirmary nearby for his recovery, but he instead insisted on heading back to his rented place. The guild elders found it more convenient and thriftier for them than what they previously offered. The elders gave him a small bag of silver coins as compensation for his inconvenience and commanded a group of city guards to escort him back into his rented place where he remained while recovering.Weeks turned into a month and Ghwyr still ha
Ghwyr sat down the highest stool on the bar. He was uneasy as he stared at Mama Berta walking past him, entering the bar. She placed her trusty Warhammer by the table and turned around to him.“What d’ya want for yer brekkie?” She smiled sweetly at her. “The usual?” She asked.Ghwyr was still lost for words. He wasn’t sure what to order. He was too intimidated by Mama Berta’s presence he couldn’t think of any food at the moment.“Well?” She leaned over from the table. “Gods! People become mute once hungry!” She shook her head and sighed. “Tell ya what, lemme give yah me go to brekkie fer now.” She smiled.He bowed slightly which made Mama Berta break into laughter. “I’m no lady. No need to bow!” She said.“Ah, sorry…” He said under his breath.He still couldn’t imagine himself messing against the woman. She might be sweet and warm, but her eyes told a different story while speaking to those men. Her eyes craved for blood. The look she gave them was a look of a cold, emotionless kill
“Calm down… calm yourself down…” Ghwyr said to himself as he arrived at the King Square, where the renovated guild was located.He took deep breaths as he recalled what Mama Berta told him inside the tavern.“Don’t let them see yah react to anything, ya hear me?” The muscular tavern owner said. “Whatever it is they want from yah… or if tis a decision… whatever it is… don’t ya make a fuss, am I clear?” She nodded.Ghwyr could still feel the massive smack on his back by Mama Berta. However, the throbbing pain became more of a distraction to him against his thoughts. It made him focused on what the big lady said, never let them smell your fear.It was already a month since he last went out to the square and went to the guild. Everything seemed the same, until something caught his eye. He paused for a moment as he saw the huge structure protruding from the square. Amidst the color rooftops of the city’s finest shops, was the new guild hall. The massive infrastructure was still under repai
The guild master clapped once again and from another door on the left, entered a well-dressed man bringing a tray in front of him. His eyes followed the man as he approached them. His red coat and slick black hair gave him a very dignified look, more than the guild master.The man walked past through him without batting an eye of his existence. He placed the tray on the table and revealed a bronze badge, a rolled-up scroll with a wax seal, and a pouch that possibly contained coins“Well, what do you have to say?” The pompous guild master raised his eyebrow as he sat back to his chair. “I am waiting…” His voice had a little hint of annoyance.It took Ghwyr a moment to realize what just happened, especially after hoping for the worst. He slowly turned to the guild master with tears welling in his eyes. His face twitched as he tried his best to hold in his overwhelming feeling of joy and relief.The guild master stared at him intently. His mouth twitched as his forehead creased as he wai
Ghwyr’s steps bounced as he tagged along with the members of the Iron Bears. He was so happy with what was currently going on that he was thinking of what to offer the Great Lady Luck Salidas later. The goddess had smiled upon him and showed her goodness to him. Everything that happened that day was a hard-prayed wish answered.“My Lady of Luck and Second Chances, I thank you for this auspicious day.” He prayed under his breath as he walked along the wide streets of the Queen’s path. “As I promised, I shall talk to you about my adventures and offer you half of what I have, for it was your will that got me through.” He said discreetly.He glanced at his companions. They seemed to be preoccupied with their own things. Frejr was looking around the colorful carpets and drapes hung in the apartment complexes and few different taverns they have passed. The floating cloths looked like banners, proudly swaying in the gentle blow of the wind, announcing their proud sigils to those who could se
The morning breeze pricked through Ghwyr’s armor as he was walking towards the King’s Park located a few streets away from the King Square. He wanted to go there first before heading to the Guild Hall. There was a small shrine there dedicated for Salidas, and it wasn’t made for gamblers or criminals. It was said to be erected by a group of adventurers who worship and love the goddess as much as he did.It was also a perfect place to offer his prayers. There were sparse houses in their and only a few people walked around the park that early in the morning. He could say his prayers peacefully without others passing by or beggars bugging him. Most especially, he was sure that no one would dare take his offering once he placed it in Her shrine.He arrived at the park and immediately looked for Saldias’ shrine which was located deep in the bundle of thick oak trees. He navigated through the maze-like pathway until he reached a small clearing filled with armor, swords, gold, and other items
Ghwyr walked out of the guild hall angrily. He still couldn’t believe how he was treated by the administrator. He wanted to complain to the guild master. However, he just got his bronze rank, and complaining to that eccentric guild master might get him into trouble. Besides, getting an armor shouldn’t take him an entire three days. So, he took a deep breath and went on to find a perfect armor for him in the Armorer’s square.The Armorer’s square was located at the southwestern part of the capital just beside the King’s Park. The place was a haven for adventurers who were looking for weapons and armor with good quality and magical effects.On his way to the square, Ghwyr was counted the money he had, peeking through the pouch while hoping that it would be enough for him to buy the things he needed.“10 gold coins, would be…” His forehead furrowed as he mentally converted the amount into bronze. “If one gold is equal to… 50 bronze coins, then… I have five hundred bronze coins.” He said