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One of my latest projects, thinking of using it for a cardboard jewelry thing, though if it is too busy (and it may be) I may make a 2-d flat one that is very militaristic. Love how it turned out though regardless.
Had some suggestions from @thegreyturtle in regard to the hair and the top. I am grateful for the suggestions.
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I couldn’t get out of there fast enough. The smiles, the fake handshakes. I hated all of it. Gods they even felt slimy when I touched them, I’m sure it was projection but still. I hated the way they saw me as one of their own. Sure, I was going to betray them but, in those moments, when I had to play along, I hated them and myself. I just didn’t know the timeline. Would it be days or years. Gods, I hope it wasn’t years. I left out without a parade or any parties. I told them it would just take me longer to get on the road and I wanted to be done. It was an answer that pleased them, and I thought that I earned a little of their trust. GROOSSS!
Still…they followed me. Just a few spies were sent by the king. Lower level than I would have thought, but the good ones were probably out in the field. So, I kept up the act, I pulled the demon when I could, let her ride the horse I borrowed in the name of moving faster. Not borrowed, stolen. This horse was mine now, I had no intention of getting it back. The demon was shaking the entire time…I can’t blame her. I was a monster in her eyes just like them and for now the act had to keep up. There was no defiance…she looked like I was marching her to her death and my heart hurt for that.
I found an inn and paid for the room, two beds…which drew attention until I paid the extra gold to get them to shut up. They probably just thought after that I just didn’t want to sleep with a filthy demon. Works for me. Once inside I closed and locked the door and cast runes on the doors and windows to stop prying. These spells were nifty, and she was right…I knew how to cast them right away. No one will hear anything said in this room and there is no spell that can reveal to the prying eyes what we were doing. Those who were following me didn’t come into the inn…at least not right away. There was a tavern downstairs so they could slip in when they wanted, I’m sure. Just another thing to watch out for. My attention is instantly on her and the chains on her wrists.
“Fucking hell…I need to touch your wrists to break the chains, okay?”
I asked, she didn’t move so I reached down and as gently as I could snapped the wrist restraints on the demon’s wrists like they were nothing. They didn’t give me a key; said she’d try to kill me the instant she was free. I wasn’t worried, she deserved a couple of revenge hits to be honest. If she could kill me then I deserved to die, but I can endure the pain for sure and it might make her feel better and get her to talk. She didn’t fight though. Not one bit. After I removed the shackles, I took a few steps back.
“…assholes.”
I could see the scars on her wrist and some of the wounds on her arm were fresh. I had an area of effect healing spell that was powerful so I would cast it on her instead of touching her. Still though…
“I’m going to cast a healing aura on you. That should take care of the injuries…alright? Do I have permission?”
She still didn’t’ say anything…so I cast the spell and again it was easy. Her whole body lit up with a faint green glow and her scars seemed to fade to nothing and her injuries faded too. It might not have been the right thing to do, I felt shitty just throwing my weight around. I wasn’t any better than them right now but she needed to be healed.
“I’m going to get rid of the curse around your throat too. They thought I wouldn’t notice, but I did. Rat bastards.”
Again, she didn’t respond, so I traced the runes in the air and shattered the spell around her throat. None of the curse breaking used incantations, I would just get pictures of symbols in my head and then draw them out. The wards were the same way. They didn’t count on my ability for that. Curse breaking seemed different than casting attack magic, I had a hell of a lot to learn. When the curse around her throat shattered, she reacted and then looked up at me. She still looked defeated, but a little less than before. Sadness in her eyes, but a tiny glimmer of defiance…so that was good. We were making progress.
“What use do you have for a speaking slave?”
There was a bitterness in her tone that I didn’t hate, it means she hasn’t resigned to her fate. She has probably just been focused on the horrible things that I was going to do to her in her mind. That is a depressing place to live, but at least she still had it in her to be bitter. I needed to give her space, so I moved across to the room to sit on the opposite side. I didn’t need to crowd her, I felt bad enough forcing her to be in the same room as me.
“I don’t have a use for a slave at all. An informant and a guide, but not a slave. I don’t like slaves.”
That caused a rather disgusted look to cross her face, there was anger there again. Good, she was slowly coming out of it. Let her feel the anger. She can yell and scream at me all she wants. Not that I’ll take it well, but my comfort isn’t something I care about right now.
“Call me what you want. I don’t have any free will! A slave, that is what I am!”
I sighed, the level of anger was making me uneasy, but I couldn’t be the one to regulate her emotions and really it was my problem not hers. I could deal with that. I just took some breaths to calm myself so I didn’t shut down, I have certain issues with dealing with angry women. Been that way ever since I was little. A man yells at me and I’ll fight them, a woman yells at me and I just shut down and take their aggression…deserved or not. In this case, I certainly deserved it…at least I feel like I did.
“No, I wanted to talk to you alone with no prying ears. Tell me your side of the story, your side of the war. It’s important. No one can scry this room or listen at any of the walls or windows.”
That stopped her in her tracts. My tone was calm and even, I was just watching her without making eye contact. I just wanted to listen and appear non-threatening. I could see all the emotions going over her facial features. She didn’t move for a moment or two, she was processing. I was a different creature now, not what she had prepared herself to deal with.
“What is there to say? We are hunted and treated like scum. My race has been pushed out to the west where there is hardly any farmable land, and the game is more dangerous than we are. Every time we gather enough strength to try and push out and expand, they summon…well you. Then you ride in slaughter our strongest fighters and we get enslaved for another hundred years.”
That tracks with about how this kingdom looks. They didn’t seem like they were in dire need, and really I’m sure they were prepared to try and brainwash me with horrible stories of vengeance that the demons have visited upon the humans. I waited to make sure she was done talking before speaking up.
“Alright. How were you captured?”
I asked and still she seemed confused.
“I was in a scouting party for my brother. He is the current leader of the rebellion. We were ambushed and I was captured, they had hostages and when they found out who I was…They thought they could use me as a bargaining chip. I am but one demon and my brother wouldn’t give up for that so here I am. They treat us like we are nothing, worse than nothing. We…we just want to live. To be happy, we want our children to feel safe. That is it. Why can’t we have that?!”
I can’t be mad at her at all, not that I would be. This was all garbage. I wonder if the other races had this sort of issue. I didn’t see a single race other than humans in the capital. I didn’t like that. Diversity is the key to growth and happiness. Same on Earth really. The more diverse places tend to do better…most of the time.
“You deserve that to be honest. All races do, no matter the world.”
That made her stop, tears falling from her cheeks. Perhaps she was taking time to feel emotions, she felt safe enough…no. She didn’t trust me. She might think this is the end and that she had nothing to lose. I don’t know…I’m so nervous and anxious.
“Why are you saying that? You are human. You are at the top! Not only are you human, you are a FUCKING hero! You don’t know hardship. You just have power and then the King and the pope point you in a direction you KILL and then you get to have a pile of slaves and land and live happily ever after! SO what? You’re going play nice, then I’m going WANT to fuck you? Is that right? What game are you playing here!?”
I had to hold back a wince. Don’t yell back, don’t get angry…I’m not angry…I’m sad and filled with anxiety. She deserves this, to yell without being corrected…to vent. It was the very least I could do. I take a breath, but my heart is beating fast. Sometimes you need to let people yell and feel. She stood up and walked across the room. My anxiety was off the charts.
“I’m NOT Going to roll over you got it. If you are going to fuck me, do it! But I’m not going to just let you. You sick fuck you probably like it! I can’t fight you…I know that. You…you are on a completely different level than I am. I WON’T SUBMIT THOUGH! Fuck you…get it over with I’m ready! That is why you healed me up right?! So I can be all happy and ready when you want to have your way with me? Bastard! WHY AREN’T YOU SAYING ANYTHING!?”
She hit me in the face…I was surprised how little it hurt. She looked horrified a split second later after she realized what she did. I know what she was expecting me to do, but instead I smiled. That is what she deserved, understanding. I took a step back too, giving her room. She could attack me again if she wanted, but with that fear on her face I don’t think she’ll do that again right away.
“You needed to say your piece. I respect that. I can’t imagine what you have been through. Before we even left the throne room, I had made up my mind about one thing. Your freedom is top on my list. A world where there is slavery is a broken world. This place is terrible, there are slaves in the street…a slave market near the palace. I hate all of it. I want it to stop…no country that ‘needs’ slavery should exist.”
Most countries in my world hold a history of it. Where there is wealth and power, there are those who seek to own everything…even sentient beings. Whenever I play games and I have the freedom to do so I take down any institution that supports slavery. It’s an easy trigger to get me to act…and I’m okay with it.
“So, I’m going to help you. You have the Heroes aid and protection and I make that vow right now that at the very least I’ll get you back to your brother.”
She stopped dead at my words and was staring at me. I kept waiting to be hit, or for her to not believe me…or to be hit. I’m a tank, I can soak it. I’ll only stop her if she is going to hurt herself…I’ll heal, I think.
“You are lying. How dare you! Don’t give me hope, not even a sliver. I’ll kill you for that.”
I didn’t move, I just blinked and offered a soft smile. She was changing her stance as though she was going to fight me head on. I didn’t move, I calmed myself and prepared to be attacked. Still the anxiety was tight in my chest…my hands were even shaking a bit but I kept them behind my back.
“Do you have a spell that will make me tell the truth? I’ll let you cast it on me. Or an ability that will make sure I’m not lying. I’ll let you use it without resistance.”
I stand up then and take off all my weapons, leaning them against the wall near her side of the room. Then I sat down and kept my hands in the open. She stalks across the room standing above she grabs my chin and forces eye contact. I was deeply uncomfortable.
“Do you plan to betray me?”
I didn’t feel any different, but I didn’t break eye contact. If this was a spell, I couldn’t see the mana flow…I caught the surge of mane when I cast the spells earlier. I can see hers too in her aura. This wasn’t a spell. An ability maybe? I don’t know. What ever she was comfortable with.
“No, I do not plan on betraying you.”
She didn’t move for a while, her head canting to the left and then to the right.
“Are you actually going to help me and my people?”
Again I didn’t feel any different, but maybe this was her power. An untraceable skill maybe?
“Yes, even if it kills me.”
Her breathing slowed…and I could almost see the weight leaving her. She wasn’t scared of me anymore. Whatever skill she has worked. Would she trust me now. Her face stayed stern as she stared at me and moved back across from the room. One human telling the truth won’t change her opinion in one meeting. I had a lot to probe.
“My name is Irma by the way. You should know that if you are going to march to your death.”
I nodded and gave her a smile as she moved to just fall over in her bed. She allowed herself a little smile at that point. I can’t imagine how long it has been since she slept in a bed. She looked to me once more.
“Call me Ogre, that is what I’ll go by in this world. It’s my nickname from my home. I’ll keep my real name for myself.”
She nodded a bit and passed out soon after, she must be so tired. I’ll have to let her rest for a few days before we get to moving. She’ll need armor and weapons too…shit how will I sneak those in. I didn’t take any polymorph skills or anything. Shit, this was going to be harder than I thought.
I hear some motion in the tavern below and I figured why the hell not. I’m not sleeping much tonight. The sounds of this town were too quiet, and I don’t’ have my sleep sound machine. So, I cast an alarm spell on the door and the window and head down. Nothing will get in without my knowing about it and then I should be able to move very quickly.
At the bar was a bear of a man. He stood nearly seven feet tall and if I wasn’t ‘the hero’ I’d sure as hell be intimidated. This guy could break a normal human in half. There were some others scattered around, looking half drunk and just sitting in silence. That is the company I could keep tonight. I approach the bar and offer a half smile. I didn’t want to be an asshole; customer service is hard no matter what world you are in.
“Hey.”
The large man turned around as I sat down at the bar and gave me a good look over. I was still trying to keep up appearances. Looking like a grumpy badass. I was spent though. Its not who I am. Confrontation takes it out of me that is for sure. I hate it and used to avoid it. I’m old enough though that I can force it. I figured once we were on the road I didn’t have to keep up the act anymore. It would take a few days to get a few horses and some supplies, I already started that process before getting the inn room.
“What?”
He asked, a mirror of the attitude that I was projecting. I couldn’t be mad, those eyes he had were intense and watching my every move. He wasn’t just passively existing. I was being judged. That is fine, keep it up…I have to keep it up. I’m tired as shit, but at the same time there is no way I’m sleeping without a little help.
“Ale.”
I grunted back to him. The giant of a man looked at me for another long moment. I could swear he wanted to punch me in the face. Again, I couldn’t blame him. I guess I was playing the asshole a little too well.
“One Gold, payment first.”
Oh he was taking me to task on this. I was an asshole, so I was going to pay like a noble for an ale. Even I had some idea at this point of how much a gold could buy. I could get a night and a meal at the inn for a gold, and I was just about to spend that one a single drink.
“Better be the best fucking ale I’ve ever had, or we are going to have a problem.”
Yeah, I was certainly playing it up. Something in the back of my mind was still trying to tell me to use caution. Perhaps it was my years of role playing that was catching up to me now. I couldn’t pull myself up from this nosedive. I pulled out a gold coin and put in on the bar top. He almost looked surprised, like I was supposed to threaten or intimidate him to lower the price.
“Here.”
He said very nearly slamming a tankard of ale on the bar top in front of me. Still not a drop spilled, what a neat trick eh? I took it and took a deep swig. That…actually hit the spot. I took a breath and seemed to relax a moment, I felt almost like I deflated from that one sip alone.
“Well…looks like we don’t have a problem tonight.”
I couldn’t hide the little smirk I had on my face. It was like having a perfect cold bottle of beer after doing a lot of yard work on a hot summer day. This ale was an oasis. It was a happy place, a hint of home. Just refreshing. I noticed the bartender seemed to be more at ease too. Was it a test? I thought I was just letting my adhd over analyze everything. Guess it works here too, body language is multidimensional I suppose.
“That girl…what did you do to her?”
This was another moment of tension. His body stance changed too, this time he was ready to hit me. I could lie, keep on the mask. Make up a reason. I looked at the other regulars, they hardly spoke and were whispering. Were they watching too? No, just focus on one thing at a time…I have to stay keen.
“Honestly…like truly honestly…”
I motion for him to lean in. The whole tavern didn’t need to hear this. I have a reputation of a day or so to uphold. I needed to be an asshole, make people think twice. But I’ll tell this one man the truth. Bartenders did that here too right? Keep secrets because they really don’t care…at least I hope so. He did as I motioned for him.
“Removed the chains on her wrists, healed her scars and then I saw the mute curse they put on her throat, so I broke that curse…I let her yell at me. You didn’t hear it because I have the room sound proofed. She even hit me…but I want you to act like I just told you something gross. She is resting right now, so I gave her some space and came down here.”
He lingered for a moment and then pulled back with a snort of derision, though it didn’t reach his eyes. I took a breath and then another deep drink of the ale. That is good, he did what I asked. Maybe a little respect?
“Yeah, she had to sleep for a bit after that. You know what I mean.”
I said a little bit louder for the others to hear. I don’t know why the act anymore, I couldn’t stop at this point. I was being cringe as my kid would say. Still I am bad at this. I just want to be me…I hate all of this to a point. The longer this takes the longer it will be until I can start researching how magic works in his most primal form and develop a spell to get back home.
…I’m over thinking again.
“You sir, are one sick fuck. Let me refill that for you.”
I had apparently just been sitting and drinking without interacting much, my mug was empty. I’m a big dude and had more than a few skills to help against poison…so there was no way I’d get drunk. When I fished out the gold coin the bartender just winked and waved it away, did I just make a new friend? Thank the goddess.
“Thank you.”
I said quietly before looking up to motion him close again. I looked like a gremlin with the direst secret. I didn’t trust the other two that were still here, I swear they were trying to listen.
“Listen, I have no idea where to look right now. You know how big she was, do you know where I can get clothing for her? Men’s or Women’s, it doesn’t matter. Anything is better than what she has on.”
His eyes went wide after another smile and he shook his head.
“You…wow I didn’t know…wow. Yeah I’ll look in the back to see what I have. People are always leaving shit behind. It will cost you another gold though.”
Yeah, I like this guy already. Someone touches this tavern I’ll burn them to ash while recording their screams for their families…well that was a bit dark eh? I’m tired. I just nodded to him and the bartender moved to the back and I could hear him opening a trunk and pulling out some clothing.
“You want more, down the street is the tailor’s shop. She is good enough to whip up something in a few days for you and her. Cause you stick out a lot.”
I laughed and took another drink of the wonderful, wonderful ale. I was feeling better already. The clothing was placed on the bar and I pulled out two gold coins and slid them forward.
“So, you’ll ignore the screaming tonight?”
I gave him a fake wicked smile, I don’t know if they tip in this world but if anyone deserved it, this man did. I finished off the second tankard as sober as when I started and dipped my head. The anti-poison skills were working just fine.
“Have a good evening. We’ll be here for a few days; you’ll be seeing me.”
I said and turned to look at the two regulars that seemed to be trying to hide the fact that they were just looking at me. That is alright, if I’m lucky they’ll spread the rumor that I’m some sick fuck, or at least some sort of bastard that the bartender fleeced. I hope that was a good enough show to get them off of my back for a while. With clothing in tow, I head back to the room and try to get some sleep, I feel better here…so finally I’m able to sleep.
