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

"Heh. Roger that, Dubs.", Alt smirked. 


"Its time to wing it!", both of them stated simultaneously. 


A voice was heard from down the hallway. 


The guard lectured Dubs before returning to his post.


Dubs sat quietly in his cell. "As much as I despise his methods, the leader of the surfacers has advanced the magical knowledge of his faction to unbelievable levels. In the case that I can manage to escape from here, my first step will unfortunately have to be a strategic retreat." 


Dubs had a plan for this however. He intended to relocate the base for his new empire into the mine that the dwarves were currently working on. This wasn't exactly a safe option, but if he worked underground it would most likely stop the surfacers from taking action against Dubs for the time being. 


The real issue was whether or not Dubs would be able to escape from his current predicament, and if so, would he be able to escape with his comrades. 


"I refuse to leave behind those who have pledged their loyalty to me.", Dubs thought. 


"If I were to save myself at the expense of leaving them behind, I would be no worse than the people who I punish. I will make an attempt to save them, even if it means I die trying. In a worst case scenario, we will all be killed off, and the dwarves back at the mine will continue to live a peaceful life without worrying about any grand politics..." 


"My impact on this world will have been small, but I will have at least saved a few people from the evils that corrupt this landscape." 


Dubs came to peace with the possibility of failure, and resolved himself to make an honest attempt to help everyone involved. 


"Haha! Its funny to see the just side of you, Dubs... especially when you have already slaughtered so many... heh heh.", Alt mocked. 


"The ones I have dispatched of were nothing more than fools who sacrificed others for the sake of their own benefit. I refuse to lower myself to their level!" 


Dubs remained silent, but then he was reminded of the fact that he had already killed two of the surfacers soldiers. 


"Surely, with his advanced capabilities in magic, the leader of the surfacers is well aware that I killed two of his soldiers- and one of them a Corporal. Does he not care about his own men? Why would he have offered me an invitation to join him of he knew that I have already killed his own people?"


"What a heartless bastard... to not care about the lives of his own..." 


"He sees a great potential in you... far greater than the subordinates of his that you have killed.", a female voice rang in Dubs head.


"This voice... I've heard it before... that time before I saved the dwarves!"


Chapter 64- Scheming