《Drakon the Necrolord v2》Chapter 7
Advertisement
Chapter 7 I made my way outside of the city. Directly east were some rolling hills. The road split up in a roughly northeast and south-east direction both following the valleys between the hills. Just east of the split was the militia's training ground, A flattened area with an obstacle course on one side and a bunch of training dummies and arrow targets on the other side. As it was free at the moment it was probably the best place to summon my troops. the only ones there were a couple of privates doing some maintenance or getting things ready for this evening. I focused on the skill and 10 humanoid skeletons rose from the ground. All looked to be slightly different in colouration and some had what looked like bones that had been broken and mended while they were alive. After rising up they shuffled into formation. Two rows of five armed with simple short spears. I practised a little bit in ordering them around and found that I could order them mentally but the further away I was the longer it took for them to respond. And that it was straining to give individual orders that way while ordering the whole unit at once was a lot easier. After asking one of the privates for help I found that I could delegate troops to someone, but they had to shout the orders as a normal unit commander would. After about two hours of practice, I headed back into town. the unit following me two abreast. I heard there was a good blacksmith not too far from the gate. He only settled about two months ago but was already making a name for himself. I got a few strange looks from people because of the skeletons behind me, but when they saw that the guards were fine with it they just shrugged and went about their business. I quickly made it to the smithy. The sign outside was in the process of being painted by a young dwarf. Like everything about the shop, he was taking his time to make it as exact as possible. Big shop in front where all the wares were sold. And from what I could tell a sizable blacksmith out the back as I heard at least ten different hammers beating metal. I had the troops wait outside while I went in and ordered 10 long spears and 10 shields. The shields were simple wood, with a band of metal around the rim. Shaped like an oval and with a small cutout on one side to be able to make a shield wall and have the spear a bit tighter to the body. Just as I was about to leave a strange-looking dwarf entered the shop. His hand looked a bit more clawlike and had scaled up to the elbows. He also had a red bony mohawk like crest on top of his head instead of hair. he still had the big bushy dwarven beard though. If I had to hazard a guess he was part kobold. He came up to me and asked “That your piles of bones outside laddy?” “Yeah, those are my troops, who is asking?” I replied noticing that he was smiling so I didn't take too much offence to his tone. “I'm Thalin Fireblood. This is my shop your standing in.” And he looked at the pile of weapons and shields behind me on the counter. “I see you came to the right place to get outfitted.” “Yeah, I heard nothing but good things about this place, which giving the timeframe since you arrived was another plus in my book.” I reached out to offer him a handshake. “I'm Drakon the leader of the newly minted Death Stormers mercenary company.” He took my handshake “A new mercenary company you say. I suppose you're the one the commander spoke of when I went to him with a request this morning.” “Probably as the commander and I go way back.” Seeing the funny look he gave me I added “He was a part of my families adventure group before settling down here after their deaths.” “Sorry to hear that laddy. It's always hard to lose loved ones.” “It was a long time ago, just before the founding of this city. They were killed protecting the first fleet.” I let out a small sigh. “They went out in the way they would have wanted protecting me and the rest of the colonists. So even though it's sometimes hard, I like to remember them by doing what they did best. Protecting people.” “Yeah, I heard from the commander that you were a bit of an idealist. I went to him this morning to ask if my daughter could become an armourer for the militia, as some of her milestones are slanted that way. He told me he didn't have an open spot at the moment but that there was a newly created mercenary company in town. One who was commanded by someone who had no prejudices to any race. ” Looking a bit proud at the praise the commander had given me, not that he would say those things to my face mind you. “So I'm guessing you want us to hire your daughter then?” “Sort of. I would like for you to take her on as a trial for now. I heard about your first mission. If you try her out, at least until you get back here for the caravan. I will give you the cost of those items behind your back to you. And outfit any other troops you have gathered in the meantime as well.” “Sounds like a good deal. But I would like to meet your daughter first. Make sure we like each other before we spend a couple of weeks on the road together.” “That makes sense. Meet me out back in a few minutes. I have a few things to unload first.” “I'm in a bit of a time crunch at the moment. if you want me and the troops ould give you a hand.” He nodded and we made our way to the smithy where we found a wagon that had piles of ingots stacked on it. With the extra hands, we made quick work of it. Thalin disappeared for a few minutes then came back with what I assumed was his daughter trailing behind him. The girl looked to be about my age. She looked to be a catkin. Catlike head with whiskers and cat ears. But instead of fur, she had scales which depending on how the light fell on them ranged from blue to greens and reds. The only thing that showed that she had dwarven blood is that her arms and legs were much more muscled than catkin usually have. “This is my daughter Aura. As you can see her mother was a catkin, combined with my heritage I would say she inherited the best of all worlds right.” At that, the girl blushed and smacked her dads head. “Like mother like daughter. I'll let you two get acquainted.” And with that Thalin went back to work at one of the forges. “So your dad said you were looking for employment.” and she nodded. “Tell me a bit about yourself.” And motioned towards some benches at the side of the workshop so we could sit down out of the way. “Well as you just heard I'm Aura. I'm a technomancer. My class is pretty unique.” As she started talking about her class some of the shyness melted away. “I tinker with things and am an armourer, focusing more on repairing and maintaining rather than forging like a true blacksmith. Some of my milestones deal with that, and that's why my dad tried to get me a position in the militia. I also have one Milestone that asks me to build my own automatons. And for the last few weeks since my awakening, I have been working on a couple of mechanical wolves. They still need a good amount of work before they are finished.” That sounded promising in my mind. Repair and maintenance of the troops' armour and weapons, and maybe some exotic troops to add to the mercenary company later as well. I spent a bit of time explaining to her about my class, the mercenary company and what our first mission was. “As your dad said, we can do this on a trial basis. For you as well as for me. We are leaving in the morning. Our quartermaster Grim is already gathering supplies. We should have enough spare food to feed one extra. But you might want to pack your own tent and such.” “Oh don't worry I have my own small cart and a pony to pull it. It was one of my first inventions, built before I was awakened. It looks like a big box on wheels, but I can fold it out into a full workshop. And a can easily set up some poles with a cloth to make a tent on top so I don't have to sleep on the ground.” I could see the glint in her eyes as she talked about the thing as if it was her baby. “For combat, I use a crossbow that I designed myself. And for close combat, I use an axe of course.” “Ok, you are hired. Meet us at the training ground in the morning. Say around 10 o'clock. If you are interested, we are getting some practice against the militia this evening. You can tag along if you want.” “Can't, if we are leaving tomorrow I will have to use all the time I can to get everything packed. I'm guessing you never travelled much with women before, we always take ages to pack.” With that, I stood up and said my goodbyes. The skeletons are now armed with long spears and shields. I also decided to keep the short spears and repurpose them as javelins for now. I got some lunch and then made my way back to the training ground.
Advertisement
Advertisement
- In Serial6 Chapters
Ashes of the Primordial
With the upcoming shutdown of the servers for Ragnarok Games’ deep dive VRMMO, ‘Ashes of the Primordial’, the player log of those online for the final night was depressingly empty-looking. A revolutionary level of realism drove Ashes to the forefront of the games market, billions of players enjoying their journey to power and glory as an avatar of their own creation. The final enemy of the game-world defeated, the company announced, in line with their stance from launch, that they would be shutting down the game exactly six months after the defeat of Sutr, the final boss. Ammanas, the player responsible for Sutr's defeat, stays online until the end. However, as the countdown hits 0, the start-hub of his dive rig (what would typically greet a forced ejection from a game) was no where to be seen and instead darkness greets him as he fades into unconsciousness. Awakening to unfamiliar sights in an unfamiliar body, one which turns out to be a lot more familiar than he first thought, now he must figure out where, how, why and what to do with the new world he finds himself in. Author note: I don't own the cover, just something found through a google search. This is also my first story and the MC will basically be unimaginably OP yet never really utilising his full power. He just wants to find somewhere to fit in to the new world he finds himself in and despite both his nature as a loner and his interests he will find himself forming connections with the denizens of this new realm. Hope you enjoy
8 90 - In Serial6 Chapters
just another dungeon
[dropped] a 25 year old game developer who is overworked and underpaid get's hit by a truck and dies. however, a benevolent god decides to reincarnate him into a world of fantasy as a dungeon. whether the god did this out of kindness or just for entertainment, no one knows. this new dungeon puts his game design expertise to work and begins to design a dungeon that will challenge all those who enter his dungeon, he dubs them as players, all so he can make the worlds hardest game. p.s this is my first fiction on this site and I appreciate any feedback, enjoy
8 75 - In Serial18 Chapters
A Long Refrain
September, in the Continuate: For most students living in the Third Division, the month's arrival usually means the start of a new school year. But not so for one particular freshman, whose first month at college seems to never end—literally. Set during the 20th year of the nation's Rectification Era, A Long Refrain follows Melody Quick’s attempts to escape from the month-long time loop she's found herself trapped in. Her journey, which starts in the capital city of Somnhaven, will take her across the vast expanse of land once known as Circadia, whose forgotten histories, ancient secrets and eccentric inhabitants could hold the key to discovering the true nature of the loop and the role she herself plays within it. However, the more she learns, the more cruel truths she must face: Will she really be able to handle the awful reality behind the loop, and all that it entails? And will those very same answers she's found be enough to not only break her free from the loop, but to also protect the people she holds dear? (A-and from what, exactly ...?)
8 88 - In Serial8 Chapters
Readers Make Their Choice as a SPACE COP
Yes, you read the title right. You are the MC of this story. Aliens have invaded your planet and you are in the mood to fight them off. Get ready to become an intergalactic cop, fight in different dimensions, get to know aliens from different planets, kick the buts of bad aliens, become an intergalactic mafia, create a space empire, destroy it and do all sorts of things. But one wrong choice and you may never come back.
8 134 - In Serial101 Chapters
100 Verse of Unspoken Words (Published on Amazon)
So many words to say, many words wants to utter, but no ways to say them. So I just write it all the words I can't express because sometimes words are better left unsaid than to say how you truly feel and make things worse. This poetry is a free verse that is free from limitations of regular meter or rhythm.I made this poetry based from my past relationships, and experienced from heartbreaks.......Pls. Don't plagiarize!Highest Rank: #1 in Unspoken Words (01/03/22)Highest Rank: #2 in poemcontest (11/03/2021)Highest Rank: #4 in poetrycontest (03/11/2022)
8 135 - In Serial40 Chapters
Being Human
When a Young Adult has to suddenly move across the country with his dad he ends up in the town of Beach City. Will his life be a mundane existence or will there be something in this town that turns his whole world upside down?
8 175

