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"Chapter 1 – Dreamtime
The sun felt good upon the boy’s brow, and he enjoyed being able to relax in the summer sun. It felt even better to lay against the cool grass beneath him. Relaxing against the hill, the clouds drifted past him overhead lazily, as if being sluggish because of the heat of summer. With the sounds of the cicadas buzzing around him, he knew that he could relax at least for a little while. It was summer for him, and to the boy it meant being able to have fun, get away from his lessons at school for a few months, and best of all, to be with his friends.
He didn’t have many friends and was thankful for the few that he had. His studies always made him ridiculed for being too smart, and the other children in the village always teased him. Calling him “Bookworm” or “silly Simon” and other names as well. But for right now, he could forget it all and enjoy the summer sun against his face with the cool grass beneath him tickling his feet.
As his thoughts drifted towards the thoughts of his friends, Danial and Juniper, he began to smile, thinking of the times they enjoyed together. Of how the three of them, just two boys and a girl could get into so much trouble together. He chuckled at the memories of the things they did together. Tying the fish to his neighbor’s cat, or leaping off Danial’s house to see if they could fly with their homemade wings. Juniper was always the voice of reason in the group, but the boys could never listen to her. The 10-year-old child could only grin as to why she stayed around both of them; probably to make sure they didn’t get either of themselves killed doing something stupid.
Regardless, it was good to be able to relax and enjoy himself for a little bit. His father always told him to try to be better than he already was and to make himself into the man he knew he could be. Of course, he never believed his father. It always seemed to him as the reason why he was sent to school was so that he could become a clerk like his father someday, or be sent to work for a rich noble. Maybe even become a rich man himself. But that was only a dream that would never become real. He was happy being a child and today was a day where nothing could go wrong.
But frowning for a moment, he thought he heard a whoosh pass over him. He also felt a shadow pass over him rapidly, the cool air passing over him. “Couldn’t have been a bird. Birds don’t go ‘Whoosh’” He thought to himself slowly, but then went back to relaxing in the sun, trying to listen to the birds, but all had gone suddenly quiet. He knew of enough woodslore that when everything goes quiet, danger was nearby. The child opened his eyes and strained to listen to anything that might indicate danger. He suddenly heard someone taking in a deep breath, as if to blow out a birthday cake, and then exhale with a loud whoosh. But the child merely brushed it off as it being the wind, that it couldn’t have been someone blowing out a birthday cake.
After a little while though, he slowly got to his feet as he began to hear the Church bell being rung over and over again. “That’s odd, there’s no service at all today,” he thought to himself. “In fact, the only reason it… would be… ringing…”
The boy ran up the hill as fast as he could go, sprinting up to the top of the hill and jumping over the roots that laid in the grass to trip him. He had been there many times with his friends, but only he was here today since Danial had to help his father find some wood to carve with and Juniper was out in the woods hunting with her father as well. He was allowed to go off and enjoy himself alone because of his father being a clerk, always busy signing papers, checking to see if the accounts were correct, and creating documents for people to sign. It was a boring job to him, but it was why he was out on his own today, his father was always far too busy for anything.
When he finally reached the hill, he saw what had caused the noises he thought was the wind, and it was something out of his nightmares. Something he had always hoped to, but wished he never would see. It flew on wings dipped in blood, and it looked like a beast from the nine hells. It wheeled and soared, seemingly dancing in the carnage and destruction it was causing. Here and there, it spat flames at the boy’s town, sending everything the child knew up in flames. The boy didn’t quite realize he could hear someone screaming until his own voice was becoming horse with the stress put upon it. He screamed and yelled at the dragon to stop what it was doing, to stop destroying his village, his only home.
But before he could sink to his knees and weep softly, his entire world blacked out, and he woke up
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Simon Merrin groaned as the pain from his head woke him slowly. Gingerly, he tried to open his eyes and closed them again, the Bright light from the nearby fire glaring into his eyes and making stars shoot into his eyes. He groaned again and started to lift his arms slowly from the pain he felt shooting through them. “At least I’m alive” he thought to himself. “I can still feel pain from whatever happened.”
What had happened to him though? He remembered riding somewhere. It was with a duke, or was it a baron? He could never remember royalty and where they were in the ladder. His hands found his head and felt a large lump on the side of his head. “That’s gonna hurt like hell once I find out where I am and what happened” he thought. He slowly tried opening his eyes again and found that the pain wasn’t as bad as before, but it still stung his eyes and he tried to adjust to the light from the nearby fire. He also felt a splitting headache and felt like he was going to puke as well.
As he began to look around, he thought about how he had gotten here. He remembered some royal had asked him to join him in a hunt of some sort. “It would be very sporting of you to come with us as we hunt a nearby Orc camp. It shall be fun chasing the dirty cretins and slaying them” was what he was told. Now he remembered what had happened. A duke, he couldn’t remember his name, but he knew he was duke something-or-other, had gone into the woods to hunt Orcs that had been encroaching upon his lands. A naïve bastard with a bit of a cowardly streak in him, he wanted to have some fun and then say to everyone he had been on a successful campaign to rid the Orcs from the people that lived on his land.
Overall, the royal had underestimated the ‘cretins’ and ran away at the first sign of trouble. Simon remembered seeing him fleeing on his horse as fast as he could go, before Simon was hit on the head. The royal was probably back at his castle, telling everyone of how brave he was, but that there were too many of the “cretins” for him to handle. “Why in the name of all the gods did I go with him?” he grimly thought. “Of course, now I remember. If I hadn’t gone with, he would have thrown me out on my ass and tell everyone I was a hack of a wizard.”
As Simon was looking around, he found he was in a cave somewhere and was hanging upside-down from the way things looked, and felt. There was a fire going in one corner of the cave, and that he was attached to the ceiling by looked like ropes or some sticky substance. He didn’t want to think too hard what it was though, as it made his skin crawl, and focused on what else was in the room. As he looked around, he found several pallets lying around, and it looked as though they had been slept in. His belongings also were in another corner of the cave and looked as if they had been rifled through. “Heh, dirty bastards, hope they fry themselves” he thought smugly and about those scrolls of explosive runes he wrote. He always carried a few in his bag just in case someone did try to rifle through his things. And apparently, after seeing the scorch marks near his things, someone had found at least one of the scrolls.
Suddenly, the wind blew through the cave, making a whistling sound and Simon felt a sudden chill go through him. It made his bruises ache and pain lanced through the bump on his head. It was then that he realized something important and blushed deep red.
He was absolutely naked.
Before he could do anything else, he began to hear someone entering the cave. Their bare feet were slapping against the stone and they were grumbling to themselves it sounded like, but Simon couldn’t be sure. The first person he saw though made the chill in the room become a little colder as fear coiled around inside of him.
He had hoped that he hadn’t been captured by the orcs that the duke had been hunting, but his hopes were dashed as he saw one of them enter with a large, spiked Greatclub. The orc carried it over his shoulder and it looked like it had been used recently on something. Simon said a quick prayer to Boccob, hoping that whatever had been hit by that had met with a peaceful end of some kind. He saw the two others behind the first carrying falchions on their backs and one of them was using a finely crafted light crossbow. A hunting party? Simon thought to himself. But why would they be hunting? Game is pretty scarce around here and if they had wanted to eat, they could’ve eaten me. Or at least… parts of me… And Simon tried to dismiss that last part from his mind before the bile that was already in his throat could go any further.
As they entered the cave, he tried to pretend that he was asleep, but it apparently didn’t work as one of the disgusting orcs came up to him and poked him with a dagger. Grunting from the pain of being poked at, Simon saw the orc give a yellowed, toothy grin as he turned away without a word and went to warm himself by the fire. Autumn was beginning to settle outside and Simon knew that it would start to be getting cold soon.
Before long, the one that came in with the greatclub went over to him and poked him in the stomach. “Are you with the duke?” Greatclub asked in an annoyed tone. His voice sounded harsh and guttural, as if speaking common wasn’t its first choice of languages.
Simon then suddenly remembered something one of his friends had told him once. “Whenever you’re in a bad situation, always say parley before saying anything” he said with a wink to him over a mug of ale. “If anything, it’ll do one of two things. It’ll either stun them and confuse the hell outta them so you can gut em’ while they’re looking like you’ve just turned your head into cheese or they’ll actually accept it, in which case it could be worse than not saying it. Then you have to talk your way out of it. The gods know how many times it’s saved me from getting killed though.” And then downed his ale before burping and grinning at him. Simon briefly considered doing this before saying “and what if I am? You’re obviously not going to kill me, otherwise you’d have done it already.” And looked up at Greatclub with a smirk.
Simon’s head suddenly felt like it had been hit by a drunken ogre, and groaned loudly after being kicked in the head. He swayed slowly as he hung upside down in the cave, and the orc grimaced at him angrily. “Don’t think I’ve not considered it human. I intend to torture you just because you were with him that day, and I will do it very slowly. He killed my brother, and I intend to make you pay for it.” He then proceeded to use Simon as a punching bag, beating him before pausing for a moment and scowling down at him.
Simon thought that he was going to die there from the orc beating him senseless. But before he thought the killing blows were going to come, the orc growled and walked over to sit down by the fire. The other two made way for him as if they were either frightened or were supposed to. He reached into a pouch hung over his shoulders and dug out a piece of jerky and started chewing on it roughly. Simon could hear his low growls of anger from where he was and groaned softly from the new brusies he would have come tomorrow. He could already feel one eye from the kick to his head swelling up and he felt as though he would puke if he hung upside-down any longer.
The three orcs began to eat around the campfire and were talking in their own language. Simon tried to listen in, but couldn’t catch much of the conversation. From what he could hear, the orcs had been a small tribe, now made smaller by the duke and that this was the chief’s lair. Apparently they were discussing what to do next, now that their group consisted of only these three and several others that had gone missing after the small skirmish that the duke had been in. Before long, their conversation turned to ideas of how to torture him and what to do with his belongings.
However, as the orcs began arguing over the advantages of having a conscious victim or an unconscious one, Simon felt someone watching him. He looked to his right to see someone crouching in front of the entrance to the cave, his back against the wall as he tried to move further. Simon couldn’t see who it was underneath the cowl, but he could tell it was a humanoid person, with a rugged beard that motioned for Simon to be quiet.
Simon obeyed, trying to look as oblivious as possible to his potential Rescuer. He didn’t know who the man might have been, but his build seemed familiar. He tried to place where he might have seen the man before, or anyone like him, but he wasn’t able to. It was almost as if the person was dancing in the back of his mind, trying to keep away from his grasp at his memory of him.
As he kept trying to remember him, the man suddenly rounded the corner, smiling as if he had just dropped in on an old friend. “Hello there!” he said in a cheery, non-chalent voice. “Listen, I know it may seem rude of me, but I couldn’t help overhearing that you were planning on torturing this poor fellow.”
Before the man knew it, the orcs were on their feet and brandishing their weapons at him. The leader was growling at him in a low voice and frowned at him angrily. Simon could only think that it looked as though the orc was constipated with a particularly bad supper. “Whoa, no need to get up on my account everyone. I’m sure we can come to some sort of peaceful solution. Besides, I’m pretty sure this simpleton of a sorcerer deserves it.”
Simon recognized the voice immediately. He knew now why the man looked so familiar, and his voice only helped to remind Simon of who it was. “Leave. Now.” The orc leader grumbled to the man as he and the other orcs with him started to circle him. But the man didn’t seem to be worried in the least.
“Listen, why don’t I make a deal with all of you,” the man said slyly. “I’ll promise not to kill you all if you let me and this wart of a wizard go. But” and grinned devilishly and started to slowly reach inside his cloak “if you really wish me harm, then let me be the first to introduce myself. I’m Danial Urbane.” And with that, flourished a wand and pointed it at the orc wielding the crossbow.
As the fight unfolded before him, Simon could only watch as his friend, Danial urbane, fought for not only his life, but for Simon’s as well. ~angelofyang8 "I like sunflowers. They follow the sun with their cute litl head." ~bikikiz
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Carpe Cerevisi
There r scarry things int his world but nothing compares to my cat!
and ofcourse...
^o.o^ Kittys R gonna take Over the WORLD!
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