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Jackal was going through a forest. The man had his hands in the pockets in his coat. Even if he had some fur growing on him, as well as a set of thick clothes, the cold was mercilessly piercing. The weather wasn't looking good, but he couldn't go back.
The traveler looked at the sky. It was completely grey, covered with dark clouds. He could recognize that they were normal, unaltered. The forecast that he heard today was true. And because of that, he started to move quicker.
As he started to look around the forest once again, he made sure to correct his hood, so his eyes would be obscured. However, he still wanted to be certain that his vision would be unobstructed by the fabric.
Jackal noticed that a mutated animal was going through the forest and was not that far from him. He heard that some animals evolved to be sentient like him. Others tried to force more animals to such a state, but instead, they created abominations.
The creature roared as to scare off the visitor, but the man could clearly hear that the entity was in pain. The traveler in a coat pulled out his revolver, pointing at the four-legged monster. As soon as it saw the gesture, it started to run away.
Jackal sighed when he scared the thing away, then quickly hid his weapon. He realized that he should keep going, but at an even quicker pace. These woods were dangerous, but the more problems on the road, the bigger the payment.
Fast enough, he saw a shack that was built into a gigantic tree. The tree itself looked old and quite sickly, but the man knew it was just a harmless mutation. He got to the door and knocked at it four times.
"Password?" the female voice asked from behind the door.
"Eh…," the man sighed. "The last battle repeats in the cycle."
Jackal heard the door unlocking. He opened the door and noticed that a woman, who was also a jackal, was sitting behind the table. Near her, there were more jackals, dressed in modern plate armors. The traveler recognized the warriors, but didn't comment on that.
"Welcome, Mallet," the woman said loudly. "Glad to see you're still around."
"It's not easy to put me down," Mallet replied in an indifferent tone. "I thought you knew that already, Miss Gransk."
"Details… The road was pleasant?"
"If you consider meeting a group of peelers and going through the field of increased gravity then sure, it was pleasant."
"You don't have to be this sarcastic."
"Better to be sarcastic than despair and drown in sorrow." The man shrugged. "Especially if the world is going to end relatively soon."
"And what makes you say that?" the lady asked.
"I think we've discussed that the last time we've met. You said that the items I find may help with stopping the threat, but I don't see any progress towards doing that."
"Because I need the full collection. And there's only one item I need to fulfill my goal. I assume that you have it?"
Mallet reached to the insides of his coat. After a longer moment, he grabbed the item and put it on the table. It had the shape of an orb which was seemingly made out of silver, but there were hundreds of silk threads coming out of it.
"You actually did it…," the woman was shocked.
"It wasn't as hard as you've believed," the traveler chuckled. "You just have to know where to look."
"And here's your reward…," the lady put the platinum spearhead on the table, which caused both of them to switch items.
"Pleasure doing business with you."
"Well, you've helped me preserve this world for at least a bit. I won't forget that."
"If that's all then I should get going."
"My guests would like to talk to you." The woman stood up from the chair.
"Of course…," Mallet sighed.
"I think you'll have an interesting conversation."
Miss Gransk left the shack by the side entrance. As she wasn't present inside that building, the knights got closer to the traveler. Their weapons were sheathed, but they had their hands on them, in case of a fight.
"What do you want from me?" Mallet asked harshly.
"We know who you are, Ranat," the shortest knight with a female voice stated.
"You didn't answer my question."
"I've heard you survived, but… I couldn't believe this."
"I didn't plan on surviving," the man said with a sad tone. "But I got used to being an outcast."
"You could always return to our order," the woman responded with a warmer tone. "You knew that anyone surviving the fall is worthy of being a guardian once more."
"Remember the words during our last meeting, Arayas?"
"That you want to protect our Plateau."
"And I still do. The Guard was supposed to defend Plateau, but we wouldn't defeat this plague alone. That's why I didn't return, got in contact with that noble woman who had a plan to stop it and collected the artifacts for her."
"But now, I'll have to apprehend you", Arayas said with a serious tone.
"Spare me this bullshit, Ara," Ranat replied harshly. "You know that I'll get executed."
"I'll try to get you a lighter punishment. Since we haven't heard you killing one of ours, the elders should look at you more favorably."
"Can you guarantee this to me? No, you can't. Even if we had a history together, I have to stay out of Plateau. I'm sorry."
"You know that you won't leave on your own legs?"
"We had to maintain order, but the guards were only caring about the Plateau. The plague would eventually get there too. It's not maintaining order. It's allowing chaos to erupt because of ignorance. I can't go with you. Farewell, Arayas."
One of the knights wanted to grab Ranat, but he grabbed the armored man's arm instead and threw him on the wall without any effort. The rest grabbed their weapons, seeing what their former colleague had done.
Second knight wanted to make a slash, but the traveler deflected the blow with his reinforced forearm. He then disarmed the attacker and he used a newly grabbed sword to stun the nearby Plateau guards.
The jackal threw the weapon on the ground and sprinted out of the shack. He had to get as far as possible. He did a lot of things to help this world and didn't want to be put down because of his former codex. He had a new one, better in his opinion. And he wanted to keep on helping others.
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Jackal was going through a forest. The man had his hands in the pockets in his coat. Even if he had some fur growing on him, as well as a set of thick clothes, the cold was mercilessly piercing. The weather wasn't looking good, but he couldn't go back.
The traveler looked at the sky. It was completely grey, covered with dark clouds. He could recognize that they were normal, unaltered. The forecast that he heard today was true. And because of that, he started to move quicker.
As he started to look around the forest once again, he made sure to correct his hood, so his eyes would be obscured. However, he still wanted to be certain that his vision would be unobstructed by the fabric.
Jackal noticed that a mutated animal was going through the forest and was not that far from him. He heard that some animals evolved to be sentient like him. Others tried to force more animals to such a state, but instead, they created abominations.
The creature roared as to scare off the visitor, but the man could clearly hear that the entity was in pain. The traveler in a coat pulled out his revolver, pointing at the four-legged monster. As soon as it saw the gesture, it started to run away.
Jackal sighed when he scared the thing away, then quickly hid his weapon. He realized that he should keep going, but at an even quicker pace. These woods were dangerous, but the more problems on the road, the bigger the payment.
Fast enough, he saw a shack that was built into a gigantic tree. The tree itself looked old and quite sickly, but the man knew it was just a harmless mutation. He got to the door and knocked at it four times.
"Password?" the female voice asked from behind the door.
"Eh…," the man sighed. "The last battle repeats in the cycle."
Jackal heard the door unlocking. He opened the door and noticed that a woman, who was also a jackal, was sitting behind the table. Near her, there were more jackals, dressed in modern plate armors. The traveler recognized the warriors, but didn't comment on that.
"Welcome, Mallet," the woman said loudly. "Glad to see you're still around."
"It's not easy to put me down," Mallet replied in an indifferent tone. "I thought you knew that already, Miss Gransk."
"Details… The road was pleasant?"
"If you consider meeting a group of peelers and going through the field of increased gravity then sure, it was pleasant."
"You don't have to be this sarcastic."
"Better to be sarcastic than despair and drown in sorrow." The man shrugged. "Especially if the world is going to end relatively soon."
"And what makes you say that?" the lady asked.
"I think we've discussed that the last time we've met. You said that the items I find may help with stopping the threat, but I don't see any progress towards doing that."
"Because I need the full collection. And there's only one item I need to fulfill my goal. I assume that you have it?"
Mallet reached to the insides of his coat. After a longer moment, he grabbed the item and put it on the table. It had the shape of an orb which was seemingly made out of silver, but there were hundreds of silk threads coming out of it.
"You actually did it…," the woman was shocked.
"It wasn't as hard as you've believed," the traveler chuckled. "You just have to know where to look."
"And here's your reward…," the lady put the platinum spearhead on the table, which caused both of them to switch items.
"Pleasure doing business with you."
"Well, you've helped me preserve this world for at least a bit. I won't forget that."
"If that's all then I should get going."
"My guests would like to talk to you." The woman stood up from the chair.
"Of course…," Mallet sighed.
"I think you'll have an interesting conversation."
Miss Gransk left the shack by the side entrance. As she wasn't present inside that building, the knights got closer to the traveler. Their weapons were sheathed, but they had their hands on them, in case of a fight.
"What do you want from me?" Mallet asked harshly.
"We know who you are, Ranat," the shortest knight with a female voice stated.
"You didn't answer my question."
"I've heard you survived, but… I couldn't believe this."
"I didn't plan on surviving," the man said with a sad tone. "But I got used to being an outcast."
"You could always return to our order," the woman responded with a warmer tone. "You knew that anyone surviving the fall is worthy of being a guardian once more."
"Remember the words during our last meeting, Arayas?"
"That you want to protect our Plateau."
"And I still do. The Guard was supposed to defend Plateau, but we wouldn't defeat this plague alone. That's why I didn't return, got in contact with that noble woman who had a plan to stop it and collected the artifacts for her."
"But now, I'll have to apprehend you", Arayas said with a serious tone.
"Spare me this bullshit, Ara," Ranat replied harshly. "You know that I'll get executed."
"I'll try to get you a lighter punishment. Since we haven't heard you killing one of ours, the elders should look at you more favorably."
"Can you guarantee this to me? No, you can't. Even if we had a history together, I have to stay out of Plateau. I'm sorry."
"You know that you won't leave on your own legs?"
"We had to maintain order, but the guards were only caring about the Plateau. The plague would eventually get there too. It's not maintaining order. It's allowing chaos to erupt because of ignorance. I can't go with you. Farewell, Arayas."
One of the knights wanted to grab Ranat, but he grabbed the armored man's arm instead and threw him on the wall without any effort. The rest grabbed their weapons, seeing what their former colleague had done.
Second knight wanted to make a slash, but the traveler deflected the blow with his reinforced forearm. He then disarmed the attacker and he used a newly grabbed sword to stun the nearby Plateau guards.
The jackal threw the weapon on the ground and sprinted out of the shack. He had to get as far as possible. He did a lot of things to help this world and didn't want to be put down because of his former codex. He had a new one, better in his opinion. And he wanted to keep on helping others.
Mallet goes on a trip to exchange the item with a certain individual. Even if the other person isn't alone, he tries to keep his calm and finish the transaction.
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Species Jackal
Gender Male
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Glad you liked it.
Good that I didn't have to look far for an inspiration.
Good that I didn't have to look far for an inspiration.
Very nice story! I love the dialogue and the ending was very engaging and a touch wild!
Thanks.
If someone can make their own rules to be someone better and live with them even in unpleasant place, I guess that such person deserves to live.
If someone can make their own rules to be someone better and live with them even in unpleasant place, I guess that such person deserves to live.
Interesujące! Ciekawi mnie ten świat i postacie. Czy one są z innych opowiadań które masz, czy to wszystko zostało wymyślone w tym tutaj?
I zastanawia mnie co dokładnie Mallet/Ranat zrobił i co nim kierowało. Wydaje mi się że pomógł jakimś innym terytoriom z zagrożeniem, zamiast po prostu skupić się na tym gdzie stacjonował. Haha, jeśli to wszystko jest tak po prostu tylko w tym jednym opowiadaniu to naprawdę sporo.
Generalnie przyjemnie się to czytało. ^^ Ciekawi mnie twój styl na pewno i muszę sprawdzić więcej twoich opowiadań.
I zastanawia mnie co dokładnie Mallet/Ranat zrobił i co nim kierowało. Wydaje mi się że pomógł jakimś innym terytoriom z zagrożeniem, zamiast po prostu skupić się na tym gdzie stacjonował. Haha, jeśli to wszystko jest tak po prostu tylko w tym jednym opowiadaniu to naprawdę sporo.
Generalnie przyjemnie się to czytało. ^^ Ciekawi mnie twój styl na pewno i muszę sprawdzić więcej twoich opowiadań.
To zostało wszystko wymyślone na potrzeby tego opowiadania. Jednak mogę napisać, że Ranat, jak i świat zostały stworzone przez inspirację od jednej z moich postaci. Raczej nietrudno domyślić się o kogo chodzi ;)
On po prostu przyniósł artefakt (a wcześniej inne artefakty), które miały pomóc z zagrożeniem, które mogłoby spustoszyć całą planetę (a nawet Płaskowyż, z którego on pochodzi). Wiem, że ratowanie świata to jest ważna sprawa, ale jednak nie dla każdego, co też tu zostało uwzględnione. Niektórzy w tym nawet mogą wypatrywać okazji, by zarobić. Czy Ranat zrobił to dla kasy, czy dlatego, że rzeczywiście chciał pomóc w ratowaniu planety... To zostawiam do interpretacji dla czytelnika :)
Miło mi czytać, że ktoś jest zainteresowany moimi pracami. Jakby co to jak jest "AO3" pod tym postem to jest tam strona, gdzie wrzucam opowieści z innego uniwersum.
On po prostu przyniósł artefakt (a wcześniej inne artefakty), które miały pomóc z zagrożeniem, które mogłoby spustoszyć całą planetę (a nawet Płaskowyż, z którego on pochodzi). Wiem, że ratowanie świata to jest ważna sprawa, ale jednak nie dla każdego, co też tu zostało uwzględnione. Niektórzy w tym nawet mogą wypatrywać okazji, by zarobić. Czy Ranat zrobił to dla kasy, czy dlatego, że rzeczywiście chciał pomóc w ratowaniu planety... To zostawiam do interpretacji dla czytelnika :)
Miło mi czytać, że ktoś jest zainteresowany moimi pracami. Jakby co to jak jest "AO3" pod tym postem to jest tam strona, gdzie wrzucam opowieści z innego uniwersum.
Truly incredible work. For some reason, I got the Witcher vibes hah, which means you did twice as amazing as I said at first. Na pewno sprawdzę inne twoje prace w ten weekendowy, wyglądają bardzo obiecująco^•^
Well, I got inspiration from one of my other characters that's a mix of witcher and stalker, so I can understand the similarities ^^
Dziękuję uprzejmie. Zaszczycony jestem tym, że inny pisarz chce przeczytać moje prace :D
Dziękuję uprzejmie. Zaszczycony jestem tym, że inny pisarz chce przeczytać moje prace :D
Interesting story and despite his good actions it sounds like Mallet is going to have to be careful.
He did his part. He can now basically stick to the woods and avoid civilization.
Thank you, Vixyy.
It might be brief for some folks, but even each event related to saving the world can be brief. Saving time for... well... actually saving the world.
It might be brief for some folks, but even each event related to saving the world can be brief. Saving time for... well... actually saving the world.
Damn I'm a few days late to reading this. Fantastic as always though.
Well, it won't go anywhere, so you can read it at any time.
Thanks for reading this story as well :)
Thanks for reading this story as well :)
Of course! A real treat to see you posting Thursday prompt stuff again.
Got my motivation to do it again. I won't be doing every prompt to try to avoid it.
Oooo, very exciting. Very intriguing. <3
I can relate so much to Mallet's sentiment regarding sarcasm.
Humor, even sarcastic humor, is such a beautiful way of framing the sorrows of the world. Bah, no need for philosophy. Thanks for the yummy story <3
I can relate so much to Mallet's sentiment regarding sarcasm.
Humor, even sarcastic humor, is such a beautiful way of framing the sorrows of the world. Bah, no need for philosophy. Thanks for the yummy story <3
Glad you like it ^^
If the world would end soon, it wouldn't be smart to waste it on falling into despair. Better to help push back the crisis or at least spend the rest of your time on something you actually like.
If the world would end soon, it wouldn't be smart to waste it on falling into despair. Better to help push back the crisis or at least spend the rest of your time on something you actually like.
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