Dwarves.
They are short, arrogant, prideful spawn of whatever evil god spawned them from. From what we could find in history to explain their appearance, they came from the Continent of Allarian and migrated to the Northern Continent where they would create inventions of all kinds of things.
The reason why they migrated? Those little midgets went and fought with everyone in that continent so much, that they almost went extinct because of it. If it weren't for the Elven Race taking charge of the situation, the Dwarven race might've gone extinct!
Replaced by their subrace, the Gnomes!
They got lucky, incredibly lucky to come out of that situation alive, even more when the Elves took control of the situation and now they're multiplying in the Northern Continent, those fucking vermin are multiplying in that continent. Someone remind me to never visit the Northern Continent under any circumstances, no exceptions!
You must be thinking to yourself now, that why a book titled The History of the Dwarven Race, started with berating their tiny rotting shit eating brains? Well, dear reader, this will be my one and only hate crime that i will commit in my entire life.
The dwarves look like children, with the recorded tallest of their race being just 175 centimeters tall, and that was just an exception! They look stupid, sound stupid, speak stupid, rest stupid, walk stupid, dress stupid, may the heavens above, may the Sun God himself strike them from how stupid they fucking look!
Hell even those dirty scaled Repfolks seem to be better looking than those tiny pieces of dung salad.
And i HATE Repfolks to my core.
Ever since that bratty sorry excuse of a princess from the disgusting, bird brained Dwarves came and knocked my inventions, calling them failures, telling me that im a fucking bum, a fucking bum! Even mental torture is mercy for these geniuses wannabees!! I HATE, HATE dwarves down to my soul, may this hatred pass to my next reincarnation and to the next for eternity!
And before you start wondering, how this racially racist book was published? Even sold on the mainstream market? To tell you the truth, my dear reader, i am a famed writer, with enough influence that can topple kingdoms, of course my books will be published.
But i must tell you, i must. You must know, oh you must know how much i've come to hate these arsonist purple skinned, children looking, dead brained stupid, children of the god of dungs and abominations, criminal dwarves!!!
You don't know how much i have come to hate those little fucking midgets, those purple rat looking buffoons! If you were to take apart all the cells that composed of my body, multiply them by a billion billions, it wouldn't even equal to a single tiny smaller than particles quarter of how much i hate the dwarves.
They pride themselves inventors, look at themselves as if they are high and mighty, oh whatever evil god that spawned them, stop! The world doesn't need more shit to walk on!
Do you wanna know what i hate about the dwarves? Why i despise them with all my being? Well this is why! I hate the way they walk, the way they talk, the way they dress, the way they eat, the way they run, the way they give birth, the way they shower, the way they—(A full 45 pages worth of reasons what they hate about the dwarves)—and lastly, i hate their children!
Gods above, any gods, may you cull their entire species out of existence before i commit mass slaughter and doom their entire race!
—Excerpt from the controversial book,
***
Clasping the chains, Kasaya stared at the Hunter who bent his entire body loose, even breaking a few joints and bones.
"..."
She gave his broken bones a glance, even winced from the sheer brutality that he did to himself and grabbed his body. She enchanted her physical ability to force his body back to what it once was.
"I didn't expect that you'd be willing to hurt yourself just to make an escape. If the SASE i placed on the chains didn't warn me, i wouldn't have known."
Rueben gave her a glance, before letting out a chuckle.
"That's funny." He muttered.
Kasaya stared at him with a slight wide eyes before grabbing a chair and sat down below him.
"Whoa, you spoke? That's surprising. What are you trying to do next i wonder? Manipulate me? Or make my guard go down?"
Kasaya smiled and leaned her back to the chair.
"Are you finally willing to talk?"
Rueben gave her a glance and smiled.
"Come closer, then."
Kasaya stared at him, then stood up. Her feet moved up and she floated up to the air infront of him.
Four eyes stared at each other for a moment, before Kasaya leaned her ears forward.
"..."
"..."
She waited for a moment, hearing nothing, she turned her head to face Rueben.
Spat.
Kasaya's eyes widened for a moment, then glared at Rueben and grabbed his neck, chocking him.
"YOU."
Kiaaaaaaaaaaa...
The entire space trembled, shadows started moving, squirming as Kasaya's hair lengthened. Wiping the spit away, she pulled her fist outward as malevolent shadows wrapped itself around her arm.
Kuooooooooottt.....
Boom!
She pushed her entire force towards Rueben before stopping herself at the last minute. The air around them was pushed back, the air pressure compressed together, creating a powerful wall of force that hit the walls of the dome and created large cracks.
Gritting her teeth, Kasaya dissipated the aura around her arms and pushed her other hand to Rueben's neck.
"You fucking twat...."
Feeling his breath dull, Rueben let out a smile as he stared at her.
"Do it."
He spoke softly, as Kasaya choked his tighter.
"Kill me, you fuckin' bitch."
The entire scene was quiet, except for Rueben's grunts.
Kasaya glared at him, then let go.
"Tsk."
She slapped his face as Rueben felt his lungs fill with air. Then he chuckled. The sclera around his pupil started turning red from the lack of flow of his blood.
"Thought so."
"..."
"..."
Rueben pushed his chin up and spoke, "There are Rules and Regulations that people follow."
"..."
"These Rules and Regulations bind them, binding their morality, their pride, everything that they are. They form the foundation of the mind. It does not matter whether they are a child of society or of human nature itself. Whatever their origin, people will always follow them."
Kasaya remained silent.
"There are those who would abandon these rules without hesitation, trading them for their own lives. But you should understand this: there are also those who would give up their lives, their very future to uphold them."
He looked down at her and smiled. "Just as you follow these Rules and Regulations, so do I. No amount of pain will ever make me turn away from them."
Kasaya stared at him, then gritted her teeth. The shadows around her slowly stilled and retracted themselves back to their original place.
Kasaya went back down and punched the wall, before exiting.
Rueben stared at her silently, before looking back to the walls, which were now regenerating itself back.
Clicking his tongue, Rueben started breaking his bones and tried to slip away from the chains.
***
Kasaya entered a comfort room and stared at the mirror, she took out a handkerchief and started wiping her face while staring at the mirror. Seeing that nothing else could be wiped, she turned the faucet on and washed her face.
Then she grabbed some soap and washed her face again.
After washing her face, she turned to stare back at the mirror. Skin full of rot that she almost gagged, she shook her head and saw herself again, back to normal.
She remembered what the hunter had told her, and gripped the sink tightly, her teeth gnashing. Clicking her tongue, she grabbed her handkerchief and wiped her face again.
Rules, Regulations.
Belief.
An intangible power that chains all beings, binding them to its will. There are others who abandon their beliefs in favor for their lives, or the lives of others.
She knew that.
Kasaya knew that.
But she didn't care. No matter what kind of belief that hunter had for himself.
Kasaya pushed her hair up and stared at the mirror.
She will break it down until that belief shatters into dust.
Looking at herself in the mirror, she let out a sigh.
She did something detrimental. The worse situation happened for a warden like her.
What you may ask?
Giving the prisoner power over her.
She prided herself to be able to destroy their psyche and force them to confess through either physical torment or pleasure. That in the whole entire continent, her proficiency in gathering information is top class compared to the rest.
But what the hunter had done to her put a crack in that pride.
A crack that albeit small for now, will haunt her for the rest of her life.
"But how should i do this?"
Kasaya was stumped, she truly was.
She didn't know how to proceed further. She could try and curse him to remember painful memories, not from physical pain but mental.
Memories potent enough that could drive anybody insane.
That could give her the information she needed, but if that doesn't work?
Doubt creeped inside her mind.
If that also doesn't work against the hunter, what then?
What should she do next?
Looking at herself in the mirror, Kasaya fell silent, lost.
She didn't know why she felt this way. Was it because this was the first time she was proven false in something she has confidence in?
Or was it because of what the hunter had done to her?
Kasaya bent down, hands clenching the edges of the sink. Her hair softly dangled from her head, the entire room dark, gloomy from the lack of strong light.
"..."
Kasaya looked up to the mirror, her hair sticking to her skin from the sweat that formed, sh spoke again.
"No."
She moved her head to look down at the sink, feeling the running tap water running to the exit pipe of the sink, her fingers felt the vibration of the running water.
"... No, a setback is that, a setback. An obstacle that i must overcome." She muttered underneath her breath.
Kasaya turned her head to face the mirror again, this time with a resolute expression on her face.
"Obstacles are meant to be solved. If i fear and cower because of an obstacle, only then will i truly consider myself losing. Only then will my Will become weak."
She pushed her hair to the back of her head and stood straight.
"For the Crimson Moon has spoken; those who endure hardships and obstacles are destined to reach the peak."
Kasaya stared at herself again.
"Rules and Regulations, some follow them to a tee, others abandon them for a price. It's my job to find out which side of the coin you are."
Her eyes twitched, before she grabbed the soap again and washed her face clean.
***
"..." A woman stared at the city infront of her, pursing her lips, she sensed 4 individuals inside that had the same strength as her.
Clicking her tongue, she turned around and looked at the large catapult like machine behind her.
"This wouldn't work."
She tensed her brows and grabbed a wrench.
"This stupid fucking fuck. Rueben Mortimer.... I swear to Almer im going to castrate your fucking ass.."
Aschura stretched her arms wide as an officer went near her.
"Division commander. Letter."
A wam wearing a coat let out a sneeze as he spoke, his bright red hair shivering from the cold.
"Jonas."
Aschura grabbed the letter from the man's hands and opened it up.
"Mm."
"Take Group 8 and 9 to the edge of the city, i need them for distractions. Let the other groups prepare the catapults for the assault."
"Roger."
The man, Jonas nodded his head and turned his heels.
Aschura turned to look at the city again, before letting out a sigh.
"Taking over a city with just this much number is fucking delusional, My dear Crown..."
Behind her was an army, wearing long coats and hats, in their person was their weapons. Some carried rifles, other carried revolvers, pistols, some used spears, axes, others use rapiers, hammers. With 30 thousand men, men who would dedicate their entire lives to serve Arkvem, stood ready for battle.
A flag of Arkvem stood at the center of the large camp, tents constructed and people bustling with activity.
Aschura pushed her white hair to the back of her head as she watched.
The sun slowly shining on her face, it's light escaping from the wall created by the gloomy skies. Her hair fluttered in the wind as five thousand hunters moved out of the formation and jogged towards the walls of the Port.
The others that was left in the camp started readying themselves for the upcoming battle. Her generals looked up to her from below, awaiting her order.
Aschura pursed her lips and grabbed the railings of the makeshift tower that she stood on and jumped down.
Her boots landed on the ground with a soft thud and she rose slowly.
Wearing a silver armor that shone even in the dark, she grabbed her weapons from the hands of her officers and stationed them tightly around her waist. Grabbing a long weapon that was stabbed at the ground, its entire frame covered in cloth, Aschura let out a breath.
"The north truly is cold." She let out a sigh as she spoke, slowly walking towards her generals. "Just like what Gwynne told me."
All 5 of them, upon seeing that she was near them, bowed their heads lightly in respect.
"Prepare for battle." She spoke softly as the generals nodded their heads and disappeared infront of her.
Aschura looked at the catapults infront of her, 156 catapults ready to bring down any walls were armed and ready, only awaiting her command to fire.
"Arshavin's more fitting for this role..." She mused to herself as a black steed walked towards her.
Smiling, she patted the horse's nose and climbed up.
The hunters looked towards her as she walked to their front. She took raised the long weapon high up in the air, the cloth sealing it in was shattered and it revealed the full appearance of the weapon.
A spear made into a flag, the flag fluttered in the wind, bearing Arkvem's sigil.
Click.
A chess piece has moved.
***
In a room, a man and a woman stood against each other. One had black hair, the other had white.
"Thirty-four thousand heretics to the southwest."
The white haired woman spoke, putting a chess piece, a bishop towards a certain direction.
"Further south, another thirty is coming."
The black haired man answered, blocking the bishop with a pawn.
"A total of sixty-five thousand heretics."
The both of them then stopped, before turning to the man sitting beside a large window.
"Arkvem?"
""Arkvem.""
The man pursed his lips, his hand on the armchair as he gave the situation a thought.
"We don't have any conflicts with Arkvem as of yet, except for underground fighting, why are they pushing an army of this size near our territory?"
The black haired man and the white haired woman grabbed other pieces of chess and placed them unto the chess board.
One pushed for an attack from the left with their queen, the other sacrificed its rook to stop the queen from checking the king.
The man let out a sigh and leaned back to the chair.
"I hope this wouldn't escalate into a war, a conflict that could be used for ambition..."
***
"We finally managed to find civilization, fellow humans who survived the pandemic and instead of communicating with them, you're going to conquer their city!? Im sorry for the disrespect, my Crown but isn't this far too much!?"
Klein yelled his lungs out infront of the silver throne, sitting on the throne was a robed figure, petite in frame, frail in impression.
The Crown stared at Klein silently, leaning their cheeks on top of their petite palm.
Behind them was Arshavin, his red glowing crimson eyes quietly observed the First Hunter, fully prepared to move the moment Klein lost control of himself.
To their side was a porcelain doll the size of a human. Wearing a wig and a modest maid uniform, the doll gently poured a cup of tea to the teacup beside the Crown's throne.
"Come now, Klein. Although it was rash of me to order Aschura to take over that port city of theirs, on the bright side, if we do manage to take over that port, we'll open up a supply line for trading. With a steady line of supply, maybe we finally have to not think about the future of Arkvem."
Klein stared at the Crown for a moment, before shaking his head.
"But my Crown, this would mean that we would be creating an enemy out of whatever force was in control of that port. Isn't that not a wise decision?"
The robed figure gave him a glance, before smiling.
"I know."
Everyone stared at the Crown for a moment, especially Klein, who stared at his liege before letting out a soft grunt. Soon after, everyone started leaving under the Crown's request, leaving just Marivic and the Crown in the throne room.
The Lady stared out of the huge glass windows of the throne room, silently looking at the entire city of Arkvem. Then she turned around to face the Crown sitting on the throne.
"You planned this, didn't you?"