I was born with no limbs except my right arm and the soul of the endless which makes me yearn for freedom and forces me to push my creativity to my limits. I put my creativity to the test in the harshest of environments. I was born and soon abandoned in the capital of the Eastern Sanctuaries – Jettaiah. I had to choose at a very young age to either become a pickpocket, a burglar, or try to struggle and lead an honest life... my life spent learning thievery certainly didn't go to waste. I learned to live with constant fear and danger over the years. The crude streets of Jettaiah taught me valuable lessons. I learned lockpicking.
As I grew older I took part in various mercenary armies and learned the dirtiest tricks to stay alive. I was taken in by a notorious veteran highwayman and I joined his little band of criminals and ex-soldiers. During one of my many raids, my brigade got ambushed. The odds were seriously against me. I could have just abandoned my comrades and kept my life, or I could have fought to my last breath...
Not many survived the ambush, but that just meant that the mission rewards got fewer takers. I was one of the lucky ones. I got 30 silver coins. I traveled across the land in my raids and eventually settled down in the Kingdom of Rondon where silver was loose as long as you were up for getting your knife dirty. One day I got an ominous task from the officials of the kingdom. I am to be paid well in silver if I get a captain of a fabled mercenary army out of the dungeons of Rondon itself.
From the dungeons of Fear and Hunger. The morbid place has been used as a wartime prison by the kingdom and for some reason, they need an outside sword like myself to infiltrate their very own stronghold. Something was not right about this mission and I felt nausea from the moment I agreed on the job. But I am short on silver and the reward is all that matters in the end. I spent my last night in the kingdom stocking up on healing supplies, I got a blue vial and 2 cloth fragments. Maybe if this works well, I'll be able to pay for prosthetics...
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ZUGAGA WORLD
Horrorfear and hunger fanfic about cahara being a nugget except for one arm and he tries to escape | i can reclaim any slurs said in this