“Run!” The old man shouted. “Everyone, run! That is a monster we couldn’t handle!” He pushed away a man blocking his path and made a run for it.
As they saw the old man made his escape, everyone panicked and joined into the chaos. They ran away, throwing their spades and pushing each other to make their way first into the passageway exit. A foolish and amateur move to do.
Despite the panic, Ghwyr remained calm and tried his best to hustle out of the nudging crowd, but his height proved to be at a disadvantage as the bigger men pushed him away. The last man who pushed him, knocked too hard and got him off balanced. He fell into the mucky waters of the waterways just as a powerful current pushed him further away from them
The murky water was unpleasant. His clothed masked didn’t help him as he drank a few ounces of the vile liquid as he got smashed against the surprisingly powerful waves of the waterway. The dark water was slowly swallowing him. He could feel the muck and every mysterious thing brushing against his body. Some were hard, while others gel-like, the thick water was embracing him to his demise. The vile liquid inched down his throat as his eyesight faded into the looming cold.
If he wanted to, he could’ve just surrendered to the vile water’s deathly embrace. However, he knew deep inside him, that this wasn’t his time yet. He hasn’t fulfilled his dream on becoming a hero yet. He opened his eyes and scoured the muddy waters for something to hold on.
Holding his breath, he fought the vile waters from going further down his throat until he finally held a stable stone for him to lift himself up from the murky waters. Ghwyr held on to the slippery stone, wounding himself as he tried his best to pull his way up into the surface.
The young halfling wasn’t eager to embrace death yet, and thus with one more desperate pull, he was able to resurface into the dimly lit corner of the tunnel. He gasped for air as he desperately spewed the vile water out of his body.
In the distance he could hear the agonizing screams of the other men, and other horrifying sounds much worse than that of the beasts he heard from their dense forests. Ghwyr had no time to rest. He stood up and tried running away. Unfortunately, he couldn’t ignore the wiles of those other men.
Although limping and in pain he walked through it as he picked up a bloody sword lodged by the wall. He took a deep breath and held the sword hilt as strong as he could. Using all his might, he pulled the sword from the stone wall.
Ghwyr stumbled as the sword slid out from the wall. His body was heavy, but even with that condition, he stubbornly dashed towards the danger after taking another deep breath and a quick prayer to the goddess of luck, Salidas.
“Oh, goddess of luck and second chances, Lady Salidas. I ask for your mercy. Grant me your favor and help me of this upheaval. May I live to pray again to you, after my ordeal.” He whispered under his breath.
And with that prayer, he dashed towards the gore. He followed the trail of blood and scattered intestines, and the screaming men. When he got there, he was horrified to see that there were only five of them left. The rest were already dead, mutilated and squashed under the monster’s feet.
Old Man Logue was still alive, but barely moving. He was carried by the other two wounded men while the other two well-bodied men, went to attack the monster with the broken weapons they had. However, their attacks led to nowhere. The monster easily evaded their attacks and quickly countered them with its tails.
“Hey you!” He blurted out. “Why not pick someone your own size?!” He shouted.
The monster turned to him. Its shadow-cloaked appearance began to unveil as it stepped out of the shadows. The monster had a grotesque appearance by all accounts. It had a smooth, slimy, and mossy green skin. Its head was perfectly round, devoid of any hair, save for a few hanging mosses at the back of its head. It had no eyes, a thin skin covered its eye sockets and nose, while its mouth opened from ear-to-ear.
The monster’s body was made up of writhing flesh covered by a thin layer of membrane, that enabled him to see its blood flowing from its veins. Its chest, shoulders, and arms seemed to be covered by a thick mossy substance, that oozed a green rotting goo that kept its body slimy and wet.
Its talon-like fingers looked like daggers attached to its long bony arms. It crouched as screeched at him, showing its sharp rows of razor-like teeth. Its tentacle-like tails stiffened at the sight of him. It pointed to his direction and before he could utter another word, the two tails were already attacking him like rocks being hurled towards him.
Ghwyr dodged and ran towards the creature. Seeing his bold attempt, the beast also indulged him and met him halfway with its talons and fangs pointing towards him. He jumped to his left as the monster’s claws were about to skewer him. He readied his blade and tried stabbing the monster on its gut, but it quickly evaded his counter and leapt out of his range.
The monster immediately climbed to the wall and used its tails like projectiles. Although mismatched and a little slow, he was able to avoid the attacks once again while tumbling on cold concrete. Unfortunately, he lost his sword in the process and the weapon slid into the dark waters of the waterways sinking it into oblivion.
He looked around for another weapon, but the ones scattered on the ground were either broken or mangled. He had no time to choose, the monster was already going for another attack. He picked up something and headed went for another attack.
Ghwyr dodged another series of attacks coming from its tail. He moved in closer and hoped for the best. He looked at his lucky bracelet and shook it a little as he dodged another swiping claw. He was able to position himself beneath the monster’s left rib.
His bracelet lit up as he held the broken weapon in his hand, the head of the spade. The broken weapon glowed along with it. Ghwyr clenched his jaw as he placed all of his might for that one single attack. Without blinking, he hits the monster on the side and created a powerful impact that blasted the monster away, breaking the wall where it stood close.
“Run! Everyone, run now!” He shouted at the surviving men.
Ghwyr ran as hard as he could. To get away from the monster. He wasn’t sure if it has died from his attack or if he wounded it. Maybe, his attack didn’t even scratch the monster’s hide for all he knew. But he wasn’t standing there and wait around. He ran with the other humans, but unfortunately, they didn’t even try help him despite the feat he did.They ran away without looking back and left him out there, fatigued and light-headed from the struggle he did with the vile water. His fatigue could most likely be attributed from the dirty water her accidentally ingested while he was drowning earlier. The toxins and manure were wreaking havoc on his body, and he was far away from the surface.Regardless of what he felt, he wasn’t willing to give up and die just yet. It would be very anti-climactic for him to die, just before he got known as a hero. Or if the fates would be cruel to him, at the very least make him reach the surface and have a proper burial than be eaten by the rats and oth
Ghwyr was still fighting for his life as his body froze on the cold floor. But the more he tried to move his body, the more he realized he wasn’t able to do anything. His heart was beating violently as the sound of the razor-sharp nails came closer to him.He became more anxious when he heard the two alternating sounds of the claws from two directions. There was more than one of it and now, he might be eaten by the two monsters. Unable to do anything about it, he closed his eyes and prayed once again, in hopes that the monsters would end him quickly.He could hear the other one growling just a few feet away from him. It sounded angry, as it should be after what he did. It screeched and hissed before hearing its footsteps charging towards him. Just as he was about to be mangled by the monster, he felt someone grabbed him by the shoulders.“Light force shield!” The voice came sounded like a woman. “Your turn, guys!” She shouted enthusiastically.Ghwyr was able to slightly open his eyes
“Kiddo?” The stern lady squinted at the brawny man. “You called him a kiddo?! I can’t… I just can’t!” She shook her head while massaging the bridge of her nose. “What did I say wrong this time?” The brawny man asked. “Bjorn… let me remind you that WE couldn’t afford another discriminatory complaint from the Guild!” She said. “This man right here is a halfling. Not a child and definitely not a dwarf! Please, get your words sorted!” She raised an eyebrow at him. “Oh, is he a halfling?” The man approached him and leaned over as he squinted his eyes. “He does look like a child… no offense, kiddo.” He smiled and patted his shoulder. “By the gods! This is why we couldn’t have nice things!” The woman rolled her eyes. “What would you say the next time you see a halfling? A kiddo? A gal? A lad?! The last time I recalled, you call a dwarf a kid wearing a thick mustache!” She pointed at him. The brawny man laughed. “It was a good joke.” He nodded at the other men behind him. “It wasn’t Bjor
Ghwyr still couldn’t believe the chance that he has. It was like Lady Salidas had smiled upon him and gave him a chance to become an honorary part of one of the greatest parties the Guild has every had. The party of the Iron Bears was most renowned for their recklessness and bravery. Some would call them heroes while partly panned as fools by those whom they have come across.If they were who they say they were, then, the big man he had talked to earlier was undoubtably Bjorn Bearskin. The only known berserker in the kingdom. A man famous for his crazy deeds as much as the heroic feats he had made throughout his illustrious career.He felt happy and nervous at the same time to be with such prestigious group. Bjorn assigned him along with the golden-haired healer, Frejr and the mysterious swordsman only known by the name, Arenviel. These members were fairly new to his party. The original members disbanded at the same time that he decided to travel to Evalom.Ghwyr couldn’t forget that
“How many are still standing?” Arenviel shouted to Bjorn.“Couldn’t count ‘em all.” The big man answered while smashing together two monster heads. “But I could sure tell there still a lot of them.” He smiled.“I might run out of arrows.” Tersextes shouted from the back. “Looks like they are far too many.” He reported.“Good! Because I am still warming up.” Bjorn laughed and charged towards the monsters. His strong arms were enough to cut through the swarm. He mowed the monsters and pushed them back. “Keep up, kiddo!” He shouted to Ghwyr, who was fighting earnestly, swarmed by a few monsters of his own.The halfling couldn’t see as much, especially with a small group of the monsters have ganged up on him. However, he didn’t waste the opportunity to showcase the skills he had got from training alone in their wild forest.Using that very knowledge, he tried his best to evade the wide claw slashes and stabbing attacks the monsters did. He dodged one more attack and swung his axe on the c
The morning was unusually cold as Ghwyr opened his eyes. To his surprise, he was welcomed by a very familiar ceiling. The crisscrossing patterns of the dried and weaved river reeds was a staple ceiling in his hometown.He closed his eyes once again, trying to dream about the saga of his short-lived life as a hero.“One stab at the heart…” He thought. “That’s all it needed to put me down.” He sighed in disappointment.He really wanted to become a great hero. That was his very reason why he left home and struggled in the capital. He left his post as a townsguard because of that same reason. He cleaned toilets, scrubbed floors, feed horses, and other mundane stuff that the Guild would request of him, if that was what it took him to get a higher-ranking badge.Wait a second! He should still be in the capital, right?!Ghwyr opened his eyes and realized that after a few minutes of contemplation. He sat up on his bed and looked around the room. He was at his room, but it was a little differe
“I—I… I’m… alive?” Ghwyr asked as he gritted his teeth from the painful wound. “W-what… happened…” He lowered down his voice to avoid painful spikes in his stomach.“Should I start from the very beginning?” The elf asked. “Or do you just need the details of those last few moments?” He asked.“I… I… remembered… everything….” Ghwyr tried moving but was stopped by the elf. “Except those few moments.” He sighed.The elf stared at him. His face wrinkled from trying to figure out what he should say to him.“Well, obviously…” He pointed at the bandaged wrapped around Ghwyr’s stomach. “You got stabbed… through and through… never seen anything like it before. I’m talking about the size of the wound.” The elf holstered back his knife on his leg pocket and ate the apple.“How… b-big… is it?” Ghwyr tried looking down at his wound.“Big enough for me to think you’re a goner.” The elf answered.Ghwyr looked at the elf, then came back to look at the huge bandaged wrapped on him. His face painted a l
The days became torturous to Ghwyr as he waited to be summoned by the guild master once again. He stayed on his bed at the infirmary, trying to put his bearings at ease. Even with the accompaniment of Frejr and Bjorn of the Iron Bears, the days were far from calm. If he was ever given a chance to choose, he would’ve chosen to be done with the verdict, rather than wait for the guild’s intensely slow pace. Frejr made his time worthwhile though, smiling at him and talking to him like a close friend would. She would often make him meals and encourage him to heal faster (not that his body would do that on a whim!) and made him comfortable throughout the painful waiting and healing process. “Cheer up, Ghwyr!” She said while cleaning his wound. “Your wounds are healing better now and just like this; Bjorn and the others should be able to gather the evidence they need to set you free from this predicament.” She sweetly smiled. “Why would they do that far for me?” He asked. “You already heal