In a bustling corner of a densely vegetated area of a large forest one could see a camp, a camp filled with atrocities of sorts, creatures so terrifying it’d make anyone question one’s very own eyes, that is, if they have any.
In a large tent of the center of the camp, one would even term it as beautiful and resplendent, Alas in front of it lay spikes with the beheaded bodies of humans torn in the most grotesque manner possible, not less that 6.
“Jolly good day captain” remarked Jones.
“Shut yer trap you moron, what’s with that damn fleshless thing you got with yer? Its got the camp in rows. Or, do you swing that way?” replied a more terrifying looking beast of a similar look to Jones in a surprised look.
“No, no Captain, never would’ve considered such a thing! Well, during our scouting mission Remser and I came across this skelly which was surprising considering the recent ‘cleansing’ the humans had performed on the skellies.....”
“So?!”
“Er... well sir we thought why not bring him here to enquire about any survivors, and also to get a more detailed version of what actually transpired there. And.....”
“Hmm, And?”
“To make use of his assistance in our beleaguered situation regarding Tenes city, I mean surely noncombatants are as important, especially in deadlock situations, sir. He could be our informant after a little tweaking here and there or even a decoy if you will, every little bit counts eh?”
“Me be damned Jones, sure skellies were ‘the’ things of reckoning back during Lord Rook’s reign but now, they’re just play things for humans, something to hunt during their spare time, a damn toy in their eyes. It’d be a joke to see one among our veterans in a war, and to train one up from scratch, I’ll be damned if I even entertain such a thought even for a wisp of my precious time. And, where the hell did you keep this mutt? Not to mention where the hell is Remser?!!”
“The skelly is in my tent sir and Remser, well he is....... eh, relieving himself, sir”
“........”
“Coitus sir, he’s having......”
“I GET THE DAMN INNUENDO JONES!!!!! TELL HIM TO MEET ME NOW!!!”
-Somer-
Ugh
Hmm, where on earth did I end up in. This place it looks like some sort of laboratory..... wait, how did I get here, oh no, it’s that knify creature, it brought me here, are they going to dissect me? Oh no, wait, I don’t have organs anymore and I’m practically naked in the truest sense, what’s there to dissect?
And this tent, it’s very well made and sturdy not to mention the books littered here and there, what is all this?
Okay, calm yourself Somer you need to revaluate your situation now, first I’m in enemy territory and second I’m practically clueless regarding this world. Well, these two are fatal separately and now I got the bonus deal, I’m seriously screwed.
Okay, no time to freak out and faint like last time I’ll die without knowing anything.
Hmm, Oh My God it came back!!!
Cool cool, you’re alive, you’re alive, there’s still hope...
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Make our lord happy
For he is supreme
Make our lord happy
And his throne agleam
Here they come, our warriors
Glorious are they
Here they come, our warriors
Victorious witnessed by fey
Eradicate the lands of human taint
Their greed abound
The self titled saints
Their minds unsound
Here they come
The servants of our lord
Here they come
Of their own accord
Here they come
Their lives their reward
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Both a skeletonised creature and a being like the scythed companion of the grim reaper himself just started at each other in the tent, the skeleton seemed to almost be wincing, if a skeleton could wince, at the song that just entered his ear while the creature looked overjoyed, and then it remarked, “Hahaha, so Striker team made it eh, well that’s something, don’t you think comrade? Ah, I almost forget you’re a skeleton, you have your own language, you folk always seemed aloof not mingling with the other beasts going as far as to make your own language, well you do know that since the purge of the skellies after Lord Rook’s death by the humans you guys are nearing extinction? That’d be a shame. Anyway, you just compounded the difficulty of my task my dear comrade, *sigh* so I should teach you the language of The Beasts Of Oblivion now....... hmm, how do I put it.... I know I have a book somewhere here..... give me a moment comrade I must polish my skelly..... been a while since I’ve learnt it..... Ah, there we go,’ A Report On The Prideful Rook’ by Jean Clad”
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-Somer-
What the hell was that song, it seemed like someone with long nails was scratching a gravel board, ah the mental pain, damn it. And that loud cheer after, they’re celebrating.....
What the hell is up with this guy, I can understand him just fine, what’s he going on about.....
Wait, does he think I can’t understand him, is he serious, is it the Alpha Eye? That makes sense, it even helped me understand that big version of myself then in the caves.
Hmm, should I just come clean?
Will that be preferable?
What should I do?
Screw this!
“Hmm, I can understand you....”
:Silence:
Just when Somer spoke the creature stopped opening the book and stared in surprise, just then another similar looking creature except sweating and covered with yellow shell on its head just barged in.
“Jones, remember that human Roselton, that dastard brigadier captain who took out our defences last week, he’s dead, man he’s deader than dead. Hahahahaha, finally some good news, we even got some captives to play around with this time around”
The laughter of the second one got drowned by the awkward silence in the room.
Remser in his ecstasy muddled head didn’t really catch on to it until he didn’t get a reply, “Oi Jones, you alright?”
“He spoke our language Remser”
“Jones, we Beasts speak the same language”
“No no, Lord Rook created a new one for these skellies alone during the warring era to discourage saboteurs and spies”
“Well, didn’t you say he’s mutated or something, I mean skeletons are knows to be quite tenacious and mutation prone”
“Yes, that could explain a couple of things that I’ve been observing with our guest here, quite remarkable indeed. So, do you get what we’re talking about Skelly?”
[Somer]“Yeah, sort of. Though it’s still a bit unclear sometimes. Hmm, am I a prisoner?”
[Remser]”Well do you feel the need to constantly remind everyone that you skeletons where the supreme rulers time and again?”
[Somer]”No, not particularly”
[Remser]”Then you’re fine by me”
[Jones]”Remser take this a bit seriously. *sigh* Well, this saves me a world of trouble comrade, I’ve got a lot of things to ask you but I have the nagging suspicion that you just recently mutated with no knowledge of what transpired earlier, am I to assume I’m right?”
[Somer]”I suppose so, if you’re talking about the caves I can only tell you that it’s the work of the humans....”
[Remser]*Snort*
[Somer]”... and I was unconscious until I woke up recently”
[Jones]”Ah, you have the most untimely fainting sessions comrade, something we must work on. The world is too chaotic to let you chose to fall asleep at the most inappropriate times”
[Somer]”Sorry about that, I’m yet to overcome that flaw of mine”
[Jones]”Hahahaha, at ease comrade, we mean no harm to you as we consider all beasts our allies especially now more than ever, a war is brewing, and...........”
-AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAHHHH *gasp* AHHHHH NO PLEASE NOOO!!!!!!!-
-silence-
[Remser]”God damn it Jones, the human games have begun and I’d be damned if I let Felic get one over me again, common you’re going to be my wingman, we’re taking the price home tonight”
[Jones]”*sigh* Alright Remser, lets go Somer it’s time to introduce you to our camp”