(Hello guys whatever you have thought before clicking on the cover page will be proven wrong. This is an amateur work so why waste the time in formalities let's begin)
Tired breath echoes in the skull of the one who breaths though I am gasping little air that I can breath guess this lethargical body shows tenacity for life and how I came to this state. To shed light what transpired in midst we have to go back 6 months earlier.
It wasn't a pleasent day to begin with the rain accompained by shady clouds along with harsh sun the irregular behaviour of sunlight ticked the tavern owner off and I am someone who has to face consequences of the mood swings of that ill tempered old coot. Slender though may he seen he sure packs a punch
"Ideus come here stop cleaning the tables" tavern owner thundered
Alright old man replied hesitatingly because I know what's gonna happen. Here we go 1,2,3
Bamm
Crack!
Thud
A full swing of that skinny but not so dandy figure left me like a damsel waiting for her prince
Someone enter Quite an enigmatic figure they were cladded in armour from tip to toe. As they move the ground rumbles as if to protest why walk so serious. The only visible thing were the eyes that knew no mercy someone who survived a lot. To my surprise in midst of rehabilitation the figures that entered the extremely busy tavern were troop commanders of kingdom Radisson the land of Gilutes.
By Gilutes it means special war troop cladded in excessive armour built like Giants due to secret method to manufacture such heavy and imposing armour and the men who could move in them. The Radisson Kingdom was an vassal of Empire Oraculus. The men who wore Gilutes and changed fates were deemed as leutes. The people so favoured by physique any men indifferent of speices would drool over their chiseled bodies. This tribe was favoured and cursed at same time. Their remarkable body and otherworldly battle senses blinded The Regalis so much that they makes deals of extravagant amount of Rupenz just to get corpse of leutes. And on other hand to leutes the act of disgressing dignity of dead is obnoxious and a act that can ragebait their entire tribe and all ancestors at the same go.
The Regalis is an continental haven for miscredited geniuses or crazy maniacs as this institute embodies the idea of betterment over morality so much that the Chancellor of this institute is deemed to be similar to Demon king which don't exist nowadays but the fact this comparisson is made is enough to describe what a an esteemed character the Chancellor is,that indentity of that figure the more unknown it stays the better it is. Beacause thos Mofos picked with all races even merciful spirit got some bones to pick with them but nobody dares. The upper echelons for sure know the identity of the Chancellor but they let them be because the loss of the battle will be too much and charming factor of Regalis is that it ain't a terror organisation so unless until someone stirs the hornets nest the killer bees won't swarm and these insects are just an analogy to explain this situation otherwise the words used to explain would be more terrifying.
The troop commanders entered the tavern the tavern owner flipped his switch to customer care mode. In that form I have never seen his so smooth and buttery tounge along with candied words.
The words spoken at that instance would smitten even the scrooge blacksmith next alley who has what it takes to haggle even with mothers of childs.
The troop commanders bore an emblem on their chest of golden sheild hinting towards the fact that they belong to Highness the father the king the bear of Dreadful paganflected South his majesty Grigenhardt the 1st. Among those 3 men there was only one who bore the emblem the 2 others were probably vice commander and an assistant.
The fact that these people with high authority came to small border village and on some ominious day like this one can only mean either disbanding the village's ownership or land deals which usually is a nobility's chores but we can't even complain to right of citizenship because the if such things happen village cheifs mouth is already brimmed or conscripstion of young mens to die on battlefield.
Especially Radisson kingdom has a custom of sending even teens to the battlefield as to prove the race which even the leutes find themselves hard to anger is built different. Just this lofty ideal destroys the households future the righteous sons of very household is taken yet the snotty girls were left but they fact is that if the son doesn't survive in the battlefield his family is forced to be kept by the lordships and leutes and those scums have their turns on the woman of that particular household as if to mock the sacrifice of the young soul who flickered once blazingly amidst the storm to illuminate evene for a second to make the enemies visible. Even the young female child is bought by nobles and trained to be pleasure toys.
For my worst fear to come true these men came to conscript but for me its less worse as I am an orphan who grew on nibnles thrown by the impotent tavern owner who is last of his generation.
How do I know this many things because dudh
Beacuse I am a tavern boy doofuses
My name is Ideus got nobody for me to wait my return which absolutely means I am orphan. But what I saw made my eyes watery seeing that dandy figure blocking their way as if it was his stern refusal as he was against our parting though forced it may have been at first maybe with time his heart melted.
The only adult on whose shoulder I can lean in this dredaful world. I was happy for moment the corners of my lips went up unknowingly this solemn situation and that man's response to it I guess it was funny
Aah damn fate why this late. I was about to go in for hug but the officer handed a small money pocket with approx 20 silver Rupenz. Their clanckle in the sac itself made the tavern owners refusal into acceptance. What a bit*h he turned out to be but who am I to him to complain but the scene left me hollow.
When I was about to leave I glanced at the owner but ashamed I guess he never met eyes with me then I heard
Clinkle Clankle
He wasn't ashamed he was busy counting his Rupenz what a funny way to part ways with the person who accompanied me through my childhood.
Loaded in the carriage like luggage I found my fellow sacificial lambs. To call them fellow would be too early and carriage was moved.
The darkness encompassed the vast land and day went by night came and finally the day ended.