One of us

A cockroach on my neck, a moth on my right palm and a swarm of Ye- Red jackets? on my back. "Why do they have too look like the scary ones?" I muttered, as I touched each tattoo, why were they bugs too? is it a psychological thing or something else? I want to test it out so I summon the Roach, it looks at me expectantly... it's not doing anything, can't it talk like Dreadline? I turn to Dreadline, "How come you can talk but this little guy can't?" I asked, the festive centipede cooked its head and coiled it's body around, was it taking its version of the thinker? I bandage up my right arm as this thoughts run through my head.

"I think it's because of how you made me master!" he shouted, how I made him? wait, how did I make him, As if reading my thoughts he continued "I was made when your blood mixed with the Blueman master! so I have higher intelligence than my breaden! though I still need to feast on blood like them! luckilythere were so many corpses last night!" so some sort of blood ability? if what Dreadline said is true, that means if I mix my blood with creatures depending on their intelligence, I might get a servant with high intelligence or one of this little guys, I scratch the Roach's head with my finger, it squirms affectionately.

I try to get up but slump back down, "Ugh, it still hurts!" I nurse my ribs again, "Leave it to me Master!" Dreadline yelled, he scooped me up, I rested my hand on his back, "To Giant's tooth!" I commanded, he set forth immediately, I look around as we travel through the District, the beasts from last night no where to be seen, the live ones at least, the dead were being carted off by..... rock automatons? they formed from the ground of the districts, they scooped the beasts into a truck nearby. Within 20 minutes the street was clear again and everywhere was free. "I've been going with the floor so far.... I need to learn more about this world if I want to survive here." I said with a new conviction, I needed to learn as much as possible, as soon as possible, I need to be strong when I reunite with Cece.

We finally reach the Mall, we get a few odd stares but no one stops us, I guess they're used to seeing weird stuff here. We finally reach Giant's tooth, "Sir George!" I yelled, There's no one here, I guess they haven't opened yet so I have Dreadline set me done on a chair where the reception would be. The desk and Chair dwarf me, I guess they where made for Giants, I sigh and I look around aimlessly, waiting for the others, my eye stumbles upon a book on the counter, I lean forward to get a better look at it "A Brief History of The War for DeckenDale" I muttered, it's in English? Good, I don't need the headache of learning a new language now.

Hmmm.... According to the book, The Camen Coalition formed roughly 56 years ago, when the technologically advanced nation, Meinland and the magic based nation of Caival stroke a truce after their bitter defeat at DeckenDale. The two nations were at odds for years, each trying to secure the land of DeckenDale, a place riddled with precious gemstones and metal, wonders this world could only imagine. After decades of fighting, Meinland Finally got the upper hand, they secured DeckenDale, however Caival struck an alliance with the Global confederacy, an alliance made of several of the superpowers of this world. They pushed Meinland Out of DeckenDale and secured the land, however that was when things went wrong.

Caival was interested in staying an independent nation of the GC, the GC was not pleased by this and abandoned them when their land was hit by famine and diseases from the extended war. They finally pushed Caival out of DeckenDale and secured for themselves. Caival would have been wiped out if not for the intervention of Meinland, they swooped in, cured the diseases and provided salvation for Caival. The two nations formed an alliance that day which till now- "Oh you're back! Seven mercies! Your wounds look awful! Arthur! you're needed!" Sir George boomed, the sudden outburst nearly knocked me off the chair!

"Easy now, Easy" he said catching me in time, how did he leap up here so fast!? "I-I got the antlers!" I yelled, "It seems you have, let me have it" He said, I quickly present it to him, he swipes it off me without taking a second look. Arthur the Lizardman beckons us to come down, Sir George takes my arm and leaps down with him. "You Reeeeaaallly did a number on yourself, this is worse than Pedro's time!" he shouted, was he angry? "Don't mind him, he gets antsy when he wakes up early" Sir George chimed. A faint glow briefly encompasses his hands briefly before dissapearing, my wounds are healed now, though the scars on my right arm are still there. "Are you from Caival?" I asked Arthur, "No, I'm from Darren's swamp, Caival conquered our people a decade ago" he replied.

"Come, you're needed in the back" Sir George said, we thrott along to a door that said STAFF ONLY, I turn around and beckon Dreadline, the festive centipede leaped into my left arm and returns to his Tattoo form, "Some sort of blood manipulation technique, I'll need to write thissssss down!" Arthur hissed, jotting down something in a journal. "Ah he's here! Pedro bring out the drinks" Roared Bradley, "You sure? it's too early?" The Halfman Pedro replied, "Nonsense! he's one of us now, welcome officially to Giant's tooth! You're part of the family now!" Bradley bellowed.

Pedro hurriedly brought our the biggest bottle of Alcohol I'd ever seen, it was the size of a school bus! did he expect me to drink that!? I look at Sir George with pleading eyes, "C'mon man up! it won't kill you.... I think" he said, he thinks... before I could say anything Pedro passes me a metal jug, luckily it's normal sized "Ah you damaged it too much, I guess I'll have to fix it later....." Pedro sighed, All of us raise our jugs to the air "For Parado!" they all yelled, "F-For Parado!" I yelled back, I take a sip, DAMN! THIS THING IS TOO STRONG, I look at my hand and I'm already having double vision, perhaps part of my intoxication, I hear a voice in my head scream.

"Giant's Tooth! Your presence is wanted!" said Grazer, the warden of this prison.