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 other dark lurkers in the sewer.
As he was running out of breath, he didn’t stop murmuring his prayer to Salidas, asking the goddess to give him the strength to make it to the surface or make it out of there alive.
He could feel himself burning with a fever. The water was very potent against him. It was poisoning his body. His stomach was cramping hard, making him stumble down as the pain crept in. He was puking bile and manure. He took another painful step, gnashing his teeth with every movement, but he had to do it in order to survive.
After puking some more, Ghwyr felt a worse. However, he couldn’t stop. He made his body move despite the pain and was able to run decently, following the path of the humans who left him there. He held his body against the mossy wall as his eyesight began to fade. Good thing his efforts didn’t came to waste. As he followed their trail, he could see the pathway lighting up even brightly than before. He was going the right track, now all he had to do was survive and he should be able to reach the surface.
He took a deep breath and walked faster, despite his knees almost close to giving up, he went ahead and pushed himself to run as fast as he could, chasing the men behind him when suddenly, he felt a cold shiver down his spine.
Just as he was about to catch up to the other men, he heard their horrible screams in the distance. His head throbbed violently as the screams sounded muffled. He knew immediately that the men had just faced their doom, and in about a few minutes from now, it would be his doom as well if he couldn’t find a way out.
His eyesight was getting worse. He could see spots floating everywhere and it was constantly fading as he tried to look at the dimly lit tunnel behind him. However, despite his failing eyesight, he could tell that someone was lurking in the shadows. He could feel the presence of the same monster he battled earlier.
He turned back to his path once again and noticed that the screams had already died down.
“This is bad.” He whispered to himself.
From the distance he could hear the monster growling while chomping on something. It sounded like tearing flesh off a bone. Those poor men had suffered their worse fates. He wasn’t planning on joining them.
With no other way to go to, Ghwyr thought of the impossible. He slowly lowered himself down to the waterway. The cold and slimy water clinging against his body once again, but he had no choice. With another threat heading his way, that was his only chance of survival.
The water’s miasma was overwhelming him. However, he needed to do the choice now or else, it would be too late for him. His heart was beating fast as he could hear the scratching sound the monster was making against the wall.
He could just imagine its claws tracing the stones to purposefully scare him, and somehow it did. But he needed to calm down and get on with his plan. He took a few deep breathes as he stared at the dark waters.
“Lady Salidas, please raise up my chance of living to another day.” He prayed and finally submerged himself into the water.
He swam blindingly from below. The stench from the water was too getting into him. It was disgusting and he felt like heading to the surface to puke. It didn’t help that his body was reacting badly to the vile liquid already.
His head throbbed as he tried his best to hold his breath. But he needed to hold it a little more. He swam as fast as he could underneath the muck and floating things that was passing by him, touching every part of his body.
He swam another few feet or maybe more, until he could no longer take it. He reached for the floor and surfaced still with his eyes closed. The murky water weighed him down and it took him a while to lift himself up to the floor, but when he did, he was up for a gory surprise. Just as he opened his eyes, Ghwyr saw the mangled body of the old man Logue.
The old man’s eyes were staring at him. He almost screamed at the sight of it. However, he was able to cover his mouth. He wasn’t sure what to do at that point, he wanted to puke and just lay there at the same time. But that proved impossible. He was still being pursued by the monster and he could feel its presence somewhere.
He stood up and ran once again but as soon as he made the first step, he felt a sharp object pierced on his leg. Ghwyr immediately stumbled down writhing in pain, as his body slowly stiffened. He tried to fight it, but his body wouldn’t listen.
He laid on the cold floor stiffed and unable to move. As he struggled with controlling his body, he could hear the monster’s claws scratching against the stone wall once again. His heart beat rapidly as he waited for his gory demise.
“This is it for me.” He thought.
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
“So, tell me, the events of what happened inside the tunnel...” The inquisitor ordered the so-called witness. “From the beginning, Jonah of Bottom-trodden.” He added. The so-called survivor and witness looked around the room and took a glance at Ghwyr before he began his story. “It started when the guild master posted a job for us on the bounty board…” He began. The man had a long and winding story. It seemed that he had tailored a very intricate lie and thought it be very convincing to the ones listening, it might be but who knows? He didn’t believe in every single word the man uttered. To him, everything was just purely noise. A nuisance blabber that he knew he could crush with his truth. However, he had a very bad feeling about something. He couldn’t place his finger into it but as the supposed witness was speaking, he felt a cold shiver down his spine. The same shivers he had when he was inside that wretched tunnel. In the back of his mind, he could feel his doom, but he remain