Book 1 - Rise

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Book 1 - Rise

Post by AnonymousStoryteller » Sun Sep 20, 2015 4:17 pm

Chapter I, part 1

He stared at her face, serene, like petals on a lake...
She floated over him, her kind eyes almost asking, "Why are you down there, and not with me?"
He lifted his arm, reaching out to touch her, to bring her close, to protect her....
When the cold, hard scythe came down, mangling his arm as it stole his right hand, robbing him of his chance.
Disgusted by his new form, she turned and fled, leaving him in the rain to rot, and sink among the mud for the rest of his days...

A flash of lightning and a clap of thunder awoke him, as he sat there, panting in his tent. Covered in sweat, he ripped his sheets off, and stumbled, half groggily, and half alert, to his canteen, biting off the cap to take a swig of the sweet mead. Calming back down, he creaked backed into his cot, and stared at the metal stump affixed to the end of his right arm. The metal had already lost its gleam, only three months after the doctor had attached it. He didn't care about the gleam, though. He had dedicated his entire life to only two things, his blade and his wife. Both were lost with a single slice of a scythe. Money, he didn't care about. His town, he could rebuild. His family, he could pray for. But his beloved wife, his blade by which he had lived, could not be regained.

Looking at the mesh viewing window near the top of the tent, he thought back, back to a time before all this, to when his body was young, and his mind more agile...
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Re: Book 1 - Rise

Post by AnonymousStoryteller » Fri Oct 16, 2015 1:36 pm

Chapter 1, part 1

Jumping over a fallen log, Menrio dashed through the underbrush. Breaking through a line of bushes, he sprinted all-out across the clearing into a small hole that had been left in the ground. Yanking a fern over the entrance, he sat in the cold, hard dirt silently, doing his best to keep his breath from shaking. He tried to calm down and master his heartbeat, but it just kept going.
THU-THUMP, THU-THUMP, THU-THUMP

His eyes flew open when he realized that that wasn't his heartbeat. He dove out of the pit just a second before the bryn gouged it out of the ground with its tusks. A huge, boar-like creature, bryns were deadly predators, thanks to their 2-foot long, spade-like tusks. The material was as tough as the strongest iron, and, if cut properly, would grow back in a matter of weeks, making a cheap, renewable source for armor. Capturing and selling this beast was Menrio's task, but it was by no means an easy one. Bryns were easy to catch while asleep by tying their legs, but once awake, they would become faster, stronger, and more pissed-off than any man. An untimely bought of flatulence had woken the beast before he could reach it with the rope. Menrio was a large man, around 190 cm, but the bryn was still bigger than him.

Noting the scar over its right eye, he slowly circled it, keeping his left arm concealed as he went for his dagger, fastened to his waist. Keeping eye contact with an angry bryn was crucial. Any lapse would give the bryn authority to charge. Since he didn't have his own tusks, Menrio doubted he'd survive a charge. His dagger loosened and secure in his hand, he took a deep breath to compose himself, and blinked. A split second later, the bryn charged. Menrio swung his dagger around his side as he dived feet-first under the bryn. He stabbed it in the bottom of the jaw, a pressure point that would incapacitate it, and render that area numb, feeling little, if any, pain. Unfortunately, the beast collapsed on top of him, moments before he would have been clear of its length. At least he could now tell someone, with full experience, that they smelled like a bryn's arse.

As he retrieved the rope and made the knots, he heard a small snorting sound across the clearing, and looked over to see a baby bryn drowsily meandering over to the one he had just captured. Realizing that this bryn had a family, he sighed and grabbed more rope. The Hunter's Code demanded that animals to be raised in captivity were not to be separated from offspring. Take the whole family, or leave the big one. He quickly tied up the little creature and fed it some sedatives to keep it calm and sleepy. Poking around, he found two more sleeping in the bryn's pit. Repeating the procedure, he pulled all three babies on top of their father, and began the trek back to his cart. Getting them up onto it was a pain, but he didn't have much of a choice.

He woke up his oxen and they began tugging their heavy load back into town. The journey took him an hour, but he was well-received when he got home. He locked up the new catches in his specially-made pen, then headed inside. "Jeina? I'm home," he called out. "Jeina?" he called again, unsure why she wasn't answering. Passing through the kitchen, he saw a note on the counter. Bread was bad, gone to market. Be back by ninth bell. Love, Jeina. Menrio looked over at the candle. It was only half-past the seventh bell, so he must've just missed her. Sighing, he headed upstairs to his bath.
Once he was clean of all the mud from hunting, he went back downstairs and relaxed in his chair. Dozing off, he thought about how much he could make off of selling the family. With a groan, he remembered that he could only safely sell a family of bryns to a merchant from the Southeast Guild, the only merchant's guild that signed the Hunter's Code, or he'd have no idea how they would be treated. A Southeast Guild merchant would be contractually obligated to take good care of them. However, they wouldn't be in town for another two months. If he sent out a pickup request, he could get one here in just a few days, but he'd have to take a cut out of the profits. Still, better than the animals getting abused.

He heard as the town bell rang out nine times. Just a few seconds later, his door creaked open...
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