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 and his party continued to push forward through the marshy terrain until they reached Reagan's home.


Reaching the home, the knights began to talk among themselves.


"Why is there a manor here? Is this an area where the surfacers have abandoned? Or perhaps the owner is in line with the surfacers?", Sylvester asked.


These were good questions. Dubs had been wondering as well as to why Reagans home had remained untouched by surfacers, and the sight he had recently seen- the blob of flesh- was not reassuring.


"I will discuss this with her later...", Dubs thought.


"What manor?", Drocai asked. "I only see more swampland as far as the eye can see."


"Ah, right. I forgot, and didn't realize this would be an issue. Anyone who has no magical abilities will not be able to see the manor. All of you dwarves have most likely not been exposed to any magic, so you will not be able to enter."


The elder dwarf raised his eyebrows and spoke up. 


"What will you have us do then, Lord Dubs?"


Dubs looked at all the dwarves and shouted out an order.


"Since none of you will be able to enter the manor, we will continue with the original plan. All dwarves are to find a suitable location nearby for mining, and relay the location back to me. I will then assign one of the knights to oversee the transportation of resources."


The dwarves all kneeled to Dubs before dispursing, and Reginald looked at Dubs. 


"May I have permission to oversee the transportation of resources, my Lord?", he humbly asked.


"I leave it to you then. Go with them, will you be able to locate the manor on your own?", Dubs inquired.


"Yes, there will be no such issue. I will take my leave now.", Reginald stated as he took off towards a group of the dwarves.


Dubs then ordered the two remaining knights to halt.


"I should let you know beforehand... my woman can be a bit... troublesome. She enjoys playing some dangerous pranks, and performing some unique experiments... please stay behind me at all times when we enter.", Dubs warned.


The two knights agreed before they entered the manor. 


A flash of lightning struck Dubs on the way in, and a turret of fire spewed out at him. Both times, the magical energy dispursed in all directions before making contact with his skin.


"Without a doubt this is a dangerous area...", Arctus remarked.


Dubs reached to open the door, but as always before reaching it Reagan opened it for him. 


"Ah! I was sooo lonely while you were gone my sweet Dubs... come inside... I have some things to show you... hehehe...", Reagan giggled.


Dubs walked in and dusted off himself. 


"I too have some things to discuss with you... i'm sure you'll be pleased with the news i've brought.", Dubs stated. 


Arctus and Sylvester walked into the manor, and bowed to Reagan. 


"Greetings, Lady Reagan. We are at your service." 


"Hoh?" Reagan retorted. "You brought some meat shields? Would you boys help me with some experiments then... hehe."


Dubs stopped her there. "Wait a minute darling. These men are not trash to be experimented on. I have brought you a test subject for that purpose..."


Reagan smiled wickedly. "Bring the subject to me quickly then! Are there any particular requests for the experiments?"


Dubs grinned. "Use this one to research regenerative spells..."


Chapter 44- Distribution of Labor