《Bain》
Bain : Prologue
Bain
Prologue
Somewhere out there we don''t know.
*huff huff huff*
The sound of his panting was much more louder and stronger than what he wants it to be.
He can''t help it. In the middle of the night, and worse it was a moonless night.
He was on edge and jumpy. So much on edge that his eyes keeps wandering in the dark of the night,
looking out for anything that is out of the ordinary.
So jumpy that any small noise and shuffling sounds made him point his spear in the general direction of the noise/sound.
The man was on the run. From someone, from something without a moments rest.
The only rest he could consider was when filling up his Waterskin, and it was during the day only.
Every once in a while he''d pause and stopp moving at all to listen to any strange sounds and if there''s nothing,
he''d continue on his tracks.
"AWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
A distant howling of a wolf stopped him from advancing.
"Oh Luna. Please guide thy faithful servant and deliver him from the creatures of the night and those vile Daemons."
The man prayed to a Goddess whom he always give his prayers to.
He then continued on his journey to nowhere, really. He hadn''t really planned where he was headed to.
Only that he knows he needs to get as far away as he could get from the cursed place he had been.
The man was a slave, slave to the Daemons.
It already have been a few weeks since he fled the mining camp, where he and his fellow men were forced into labors,
but his instincts tells him to keep moving and never rest until he gets to a safer place where no Daemons could track him.
Every slave were marked by the Daemons to keep the slaves under control.
The mark also serves as a tracker for those any who try to escape, just like himself.
He was able to gain a few weeks because he was able to get rid of his pursuers, two Daemon Scouts.
But in the process, in exchange for a chance at freedom, the scouts gave him a wound on his left shoulder that would slow his pace down considerably.
Not only he felt much weaker because of the loss of blood, but also because other creatures and beasts would also be onto him now which also would
be a hindrance.. and a great pain in the ass.
It''s only a matter of time before another Daemon Scouts picks up his trails because he''s still in the Daemon Realms,
which will make it much easier for the Daemons to track down slave runners.
That is also another trait of the mark of the slaves, inside the Daemon Realms, the effects of the mark is stronger.
But if he were able to make it out of the borders of the Daemon Realms,
the scouts would need to be much closer to be able to feel the pulsating of the mark (the pulsating would only activate for slave runners).
And of course the man could also feel the Daemons if they are nearby, for when his mark pulsates it would cause him tremendous pain.
"ARRRWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
*HUFF!*
As he catch his breath.
"Shit. Gotta run faster now."
Upon hearing the howling he is so familiar with ever since the mining camp. It came from a warg(I know you know what a warg or varg looks like),
the Daemon Scouts'' mounts. He had seen other slaves being thrown into the wargs den when the Daemons run out of food supplies.
Of course the slave that were thrown were not Human slaves, more like other slaves that they have enslave from the local populace of the lands that they have conquered. He would see beast-like creatures walking on two get thrown. He never wondered why cause he knows the Humans were a little bit special, special slaves. The Daemons would never feed Humans ''cause they can easily command the Humans who also speaks Daemon Language unlike the local populace who were much more difficult to be given orders.
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According from the distance of the howl, he could gauge that he''s still ahead of his new persuers by a day, two at best.
He had avoided many Daemon Camps and Outposts, he was able to fend creatures and predators that might prey on him, and is now nearing the borders of the Daemon Realms. But a warg somehow have picked up a scent of a slave runner. The few scouts became alarmed and tracked down this slave runner.
"Freedom, so close yet so far."
Dread could be traced all over his face as the riders have been gaining on him everyday ever since they''ve picked up his scent.
"Damn it all! I guess I gotta do what I gotta do! Bring them with me to hell!"
So he said. But he''s still injured on his left shoulder so it will be a struggle just to thrust the spear he had looted from the scouts he had slain. Or swing the long sword. Or draw the string of the bow. So he just rested himself to conserve as much energy as he could and waited for fate to come.
The scouts were nearing. There were three riders.
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"Hey Fate! Why don''t you go ahead and pick up that slave, eh? Seems like he had given himself up."
One of the riders said to his fellow scout. He sounded a little bit old and but sounded like an experienced old man.
"Aye! Hiyaaah!"
Answered a feminine voice as she commanded her warg to go a little faster.
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The slave stood up feeling a bit rested and recovered, he picked up the spear.
Then aimed at the incoming rider. He threw it as much as he could. He knew his aim was true.
It hit the rider straight in the chest. The rider fell from the warg. The other two saw what happened and quickly rushed at him. He could hear one of the riders screaming.
"FAAAAAAAAAAAAATE!"
It was not the older voice. This one is younger. The young scout quickly dismounted as soon as he got to the corpse of the dead scout.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
While the one screaming was still grieving there. The other scout proceeded to where the slave is. The slave got into a fighting stance ready to take anything coming from the rider. But then he was struck in the head by something blunt before he could even prepare to dodge it. He lost his consciousness. He manage to slay one scout only, too bad.
After a while....
He regained his consciousness and opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was the rocky grounds then the limbs of the warg walking in these rocky grounds.
He was tied on the saddle on the warg of the Daemon Scout he was able to kill.
"Uggghhh!"
When he finally ragained his strenght,he tried to struggle to free himself of his bonds to no avail then he looked up to his captors and asked.
"Where are you taking me?!"
Then one of the riders lined up his warg to the warg he was on. A boot came kissing him in the kisser.
"Shut up slave! We are taking you to the Next Chapter! We are only still here at Prologue!"
"What?"
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As much as I would love to just shut up and not write anything down here to just keep the chapter clean, please do comment.:)
Bain : Chapter One
Author''s Note: Please tell me if my English and grammar are bad. I''m not American nor English.
Disclaimer: All the names of persons, places and organizations are in no way representing or associated with real world names of persons places or organizations. If some names may be familiar, it is purely coincidence(or I may only have been referencing.)
For Future references:
() - my thoughts
''ITALICS'' with '' are the MC''s thoughts
Bain
Close Beta Test Arc
Volume I: Slave Uprising
Chapter I: Follow The Plan, Or Screw Up... Big Time
"Well slave... there it is, Next Chapter Outpost! Here, we will make sure you suffer so much that you''d wish you should''ve just died out there in the Prologue Plains and become food for the beasts there!" Said by the old scout as he pointed at a tower by the horizon.
"We should''ve just killed him there and left his corpse for the beasts to feast!" angrily remarked by the younger Daemon.
"Enough of this Ianusir! We''ve already talked about it and there''s nothing you can do now!" refuted the older Daemon.
"But there-" as Ianusir the young Daemon tried to reason he was cut short.
"I said ENOUGH! I will not hear anymore of your blabbering about killing the slave! He will get his due, that is for sure. So just have patience, you will also have a hand in his execution if you want. As much as I want to kill this worthless son of a whore," then the older Daemon kicked the slave in his temple that knocked him out "for killing one of my subordinates. And I would rather make him suffer first by having him do some hard labors on the outpost and then torturing him than kill him now." the older Daemon tried to make his underling understand.
"Yes master Maslaenor. And... thank you." Ianusir had calmed down somehow.
When they arrived at Next Chapter Outpost, there were 20 or more scouts and guards that greeted them and the slave had already regained his consciousness.
''Damn! There''s more guards and scouts now. I''m really screwed.''
Then a transparent parchment like notification appeared after he was brought inside.
SYSTEM MESSAGE
You have discovered Next Chapter Outpost.
Next Chapter Outpost
Outpost constructed near the border of the Elven Realms to watch out and warn the Daemons of any incoming invasions of the Elves.
Garrison
Units
Number
Sentry
10/10
Archer
10/10
Scout
7/8
The outpost only seemed to be 50 by 50 meters by total area of the wooden palisade. There were 3 buildings that were attached to the wooden wall that they have and at the center is a big fire pit for the garrisons to warm themselves up. The buildings were, a tower at the north-western part of the compound. And just close by is the main living quarters, like L shaped going with the northern and eastern wall(or should is say attached to the walls, anyway). Then the storage and armory is at the western wall. Archers could also get on the rooftops of the Living Quarters and Armory and Storage if ever the outpost is besiege. There''s only one entry, the gate at the south. There''re also training dummies(no not "DUMMIES" that are training) and targets. And on the Armory there''s also a blacksmiths'' playground(you guys already know what it is). Maybe for repairs of the equipments on the outpost.
""""Welcome back Scout Master Maslaenor!""" the scouts and guards all stood when they saw the older Daemon, Maslaenor. Maslaenor was also the oldest among the bunch. Then they on about their own businesses. But one of the scouts noticed something or someone is missing.
"Where''s Fate? What happened?" asked by the Daemon.
"I''m sorry Crasuhr. Your sister was killed by this slave." said Ianusir then he dropped the slave from the warg like a sack of potato or something.
Maslaenor gave a sharp look to Crasuhr which he understood well.
"Her carelessness cost her her life, She''s always been cocky and likes to underestimate others. And that led her to her doom." Crasuhr said it all calmly like it was not his business. But his fists are clenched, the veins on his forehead are popping, his eyes saying like ''Give me the head of this fucker! I''ll kill this shit of a fucker and then drink his blood using the skull that I will crack open.'' like that. But he knew all too well that their Master, Maslaenor has a plan for the slave.
This novel''s true home is a different platform. Support the author by finding it there.And whatever the plan his, he''s going to have a hand on it. Then he turned to look at the corpse of her sister.
"Iunasir, help me bury her tonight."
"I will." replied Iunasir.
Night came fast. All the Daemons gathered by the fire as the slave watches them from his position, a pole where he was chained to. The Daemons have already buried Fate, they''ve done the rituals and such then they gathered by the fire at the fire pit.
"Sir Maslaenor? What shall we do with the filth?" said one Daemon referring to the slave.
"We''ll have him do what slaves are for." Maslaenor replied while chugging down a beer they''re having as a commemoration to their deceased comrade. "Here''s to Fate!"
"""TO FATE!""" in a sad chorus said the Daemons as they chugged down the alcoholic beverage leaving the mug have filled then throwing what''s left of the beverage on the ground as per their ritual. But Crasuhr remained quiet while he killed the slave with his glare.
"CAN SOMEONE GIVE ME SOME OF THAT, WHAT IS THAT, BEER?" the slave said causing the eerie silence among the Daemons while looking stupefy. "COME ON! THAT LOOKS GOOD EH?"
Crasuhr broke his silence and let his rage out. He madly dashed to where the slave is. He then beat him to a bloody pulp and near death when he was finally stopped by the other Daemons.
"DAMN YOU FILTH! DAMN YOU! WE''RE GONNA MAKE YOUR LIFE SO MISERABLE YOU''D WISH YOU NEVER TRIED TO RUNAWAY FROM WHERE YOU CAME FROM!"
SYSTEM MESSAGE
You lost consciousness.
Status Update
Unconsious
Duration
04:59:50
Effect
Force Log Out
''Not again. Damnit!''
And does Addair Bain was forcefully logged out of the game.
"Well shit. I guess an hour and some minutes would be a good rest... again. How many times now have I been forced logged out, two? Three? Bah! Whatever. Those Daemons sucks. Man I should''ve just went through with the plan."
Well, it all began about a few months ago. Actually a year ago when Imagine.Nation, a super tech company released a new Virtual Reality game. There''re already many Virtual Reality games circulating the gaming world. But this one is one of kind. 99% realism and the pain you will be able to feel? 50%(I don''t even know how the company does that) Then it was "few months ago" when Addair earned an invitation for a closed beta test from the company. How he was able to get an invitation to this most awaited game? Is another story for another chapter.
Imagine.Nation called up all the invited beta testers, there were a thousand including him, and one from the Imagine.Nation itself. So one thousand one beta testers. The meeting was for a briefing done by the company''s own representative. It was all about the beta testing. Although it was still closed beta, the game itself is about 90% completed already. The meeting was for the main objective of the beta testers. Which was the liberation of the human race from the Daemons.
In game, the Humans were slave to the Daemons.(the history i don''t want to spoil here. so we wait till we get there.) So they were planning on how to mount successfully a Slave Uprising. All the beta testers had already agreed on a plan where every beta tester must cooperate. But during all that time in the assembly, Addair was actually asleep. So he had no idea any plans being made. He thought that they were only called for formalities. He then had only knew the plan when he stumbled upon a forum stating about the beta testers and the plan for the "Slave Uprising" when he was knocked unconscious for the first time and he was forced logged out. He only had ever followed his own agenda.
Addair then turned on his laptop and looked for any news of his fellow beta testers. There are already many videos that were uploaded since. Though it has just been about four or five days since the close beta testing started. Though most of the videos only showed slaves mining or ...doing stuffs slaves do. But there''s also videos of Human slaves sparring with each other. Then a video of a secret meeting of the top personnel planning the slave insurrection. This is what he should be doing instead of being chained, alone(what I mean is without his peers), and far away. But he doesn''t really care that much. The only problems is...
"What will happen to me if the rebellion succeeds? Damn! Fuck!"
After an hour IRL. Addair is now able to log back into the Next Chapter.
To be continued...