Dubstheduke

In Paramesia, Magical powers came into the world of an unknown origin over a thousand years ago. Humans live in underground cities to avoid the dangerous magic using monsters on the surface. In pursuit of power and land, the empire performed experiments to develop their own magical abilities, however when one of the test subjects escapes, he joins a resistance force and poses a threat to take over the world.

Note to anyone considering reading this book: Unfortunately, I the author was unable to finish writing this book, so if you do read it- do not expect a finished story. You have been warned.

Mercenary

Dubs looked back at his party and notioned for them all to halt. Alt stood in place, on guard as the dwarves and knights looked around confused.


Arctus was quick to catch on, as he unsheathed his lustering iron sword, preparing for battle.


Dubs wrapped a layer of shadow energy around his body. "Heh heh. It looks like I can completely cover myself in energy now...", he murmered as he disappeared from the sight of the party.


"Our leader is truly marvelous...", Reginald stated in awe of Dubs coordination and control over magic that took him years to master.


Dubs silently sprinted over to the area where the enemies were located, and behind some bushes and trees he found an abomination.


Behind the bushes, he saw a hulk of flesh and bones, squirming along leaving a trail of blood in its path.


The blood sizzled as it boiled the grass that it slithered across, and Dubs could feel energy emitting from the creature.


The creature continued to slide across the ground towards the party.


Dubs stared at the creature, and responded.


Dubs looked at the creature with eyes of pity. 


"What happened to make you become this way?", he inquired.


The creature tumbled and turned, and the bones protruding from it swished around in the gel like flesh. 


"The surfacers... they ran radiation through my body... and this is what ive become..."


As the ball of flesh spoke a crevice flapped up and down, allowing muffled words to escape in a raspy voice.


"Please save my friends. I beg of you. We were a group of mercenaries who explored out of the range of the entrances to the empire.... we were all taken by surprise and..."


The creature began a coughing fit, spitting up blood that boiled the grass, and strained to keep talking.


"Please don't allow them to undergo the same fate as me..."


Dubs looked down at the ball and flesh, and with a dreary look said "I understand. I will make sure that these experiments are stopped. 


With this, Dubs formed a ball of flame and englufed the creature, quickly dissolving it.


"I will not be able to save the comrades of this person just yet... I am not yet powerful enough to reveal myself to the surfacers.", Dubs thought.


"But at least I can give him peace of mind before he died. I will look into this when I have gained the strength to take on the surfacers."


Dubs returned to the party, and waved to Alt. Speaking with Alt privately, he discussed the situation and Alt nodded in understanding.


"There is nothing we can do for now if the surfacers are involved. We shouldn't move too hastily...", Alt stated. 


Dubs told the party to continue moving, and they traveled across the hills until they became a flat plain, which then became more marshlike, until they were deep into the swamp where Reagan's home was located.


Chapter 43- Abomination