Adventures on Brad--Books 1--3
Adventures on Brad
Books 1 - 3
by
Tao Wong
Copyright
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
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Adventures on Brad Books 1 - 3
Copyright © 2018 Tao Wong. All rights reserved.
Copyright © 2018 Felipe deBarros Cover Artist
Copyright © 2018 Sarah Anderson Cover Designer
A Starlit Publishing Book
Published by Starlit Publishing
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Ebook ISBN: 9781775058793
Paperback ISBN: 9781775380924
Hardcover ISBN: 9781989458334
Contents
Book 1: A Healer’s Gift
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Book 2: An Adventurer’s Heart
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Book 3: A Dungeon’s Soul
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Author’s Note
About the Author
Book 1
A Healer’s Gift
Chapter 1
“Daniel Chai. Miner. I’m here to join the Adventurer’s Guild.” Answering the guard’s questions, Daniel looks across the 10-foot wooden wall that separates the dungeon town of Karlak from the wilderness behind him before letting his placid brown gaze rest upon the guard and his pike once more.
The fair-haired guard, clad in a simple leather tunic and wool pants, stares at Daniel, waving his hand to summon Daniel’s status screen to confirm the truth of his words. The guard reads over the information before he gestures for Daniel and his employer to enter. With a flick of the wagon’s reins, Atrieus, who has sat beside Daniel during and undergone the process just moments ago himself, sets the wagon rolling.
“I turn off to the right here, boy. You okay with being paid now?” Atrieus grunts at Daniel, a hand absently coming up to scratch at his matted beard.
For a moment, Daniel is irritated but he quickly dismisses the emotion. At twenty-one, Daniel is well past the age when the term boy is appropriate, but as Atrieus has watched him grow up working the mines since he was an actual child, another thousand protests at the term are unlikely to change the old man’s mind. Instead, Daniel just answers politely, “That’s fine. Thank you.”
“Damn waste, boy. You sure you want to do this?” Atrieus growls out, digging through the bag at his feet to pull out a small coin-laden cloth purse to hand over to Daniel.
In answering, Daniel just shakes his head, accepting his wages and waving goodbye to his temporary employer as he hops down from the ore-laden wagon. Daniel has no desire to retread that conversation either, one that has happened in many forms these past few weeks of travel. Reaching behind before the wagon leaves, he grabs his backpack and his only weapon, a 20-pound sledgehammer. Heavy as it is, Daniel carries it with little effort, muscles from years spent working the mines flexing.
After parting with Atrieus, Daniel starts off to the town center and the Adventurer’s Guild, enjoying the feel of the brisk late autumn air. Home to barely more than a few thousand people, Karlak is a small town with only a single Beginner’s Dungeon of ten floors. Like most dungeon towns, Karlak has grown out of the need to serve the Adventurers who bring in the majority of the town’s income, and so, the entire town splays outwards from the Guild and the Dungeon entrance.
As Daniel walks deeper into town, buildings shift from simple wood to stone, prosperity showcased in architecture and materials. Around him, townsfolk weave through traffic with casual ease, most dressed in plain woolen tunics and dresses. For a town, Karlak is quite uniform in its race profile, only on occasion does Daniel spot a figure that is not human, with Beastkin the most common minority. The growth of the town has stabilized in the last few years, its presence near the contested border between Brad and the Orc nations a significant dampening factor in immigration. On the other hand, the Dungeon that provides the main source of income for the town has been around for over twenty years, and is well-mapped with a well-known and well-balanced mix of monsters, ensuring a constant stream of new hopeful Adventurers.
The latest of these hopefuls walks down the street, drawing more than a few glances his way. All new Adventurers are a potential source of income for the town, and many of the townsfolk are making quick assessments of the likelihood of his survival. His impressive musculature is a point in his favor but most quickly downgrade his chances of being a true earner. Hair so brown that it is almost black, the broad-shouldered newcomer is only 5’8” tall and human, his stature and race creating a significant disadvantage that the youngster will need to overcome.
That smells good… Daniel twists his head, searching for the aroma’s origin as his stomach wakes to remind him that his last meal was early that morning. Spotting the roadside stall that has awakened his hunger, he picks up his pace before a sickening crunch followed by a chorus of screams draws his attention.
Just behind him, a child lies on the ground, his body damaged after being hit by a speeding cart. An errant wind, a loosely held flower and a hurried attempt to catch his gift are all that was required for this tragedy to happen. Unable to stop, the cart’s wheels have first pushed and then rolled over the child. The child’s caretaker finishes her dash out from the alleyway, a moment of distraction now twisting her face with shock and regret.
Daniel is moving without conscious thought; his worldly goods dropped behind him as he dashes to the small, crushed body. His eyes narrow as he draws upon a portion of his Gift and assesses the damage as he touches the slightly twitching body.
Shattered collarbone, crushed ribcage and heart, severe bleeding in chest cavity and stomach. Hairline cracks in the spine, a minor concussion, and a broken arm. The damage jumps out to him as he touches the child, information pouring through his mind as he catalogs and instinctively understands both the natural state of the child’s body and the damage done. Information continues to flow, though he dismisses most of it from his mind. A slightly lower quantity of blood than normal, previous damage to the tendon in his ankle still a week away from healing, improper placement of the hip socket….
Even as the information comes to him, Daniel speaks familiar words, “I’m a healer. Please let me do what I can.”
From the viewpoint of the child’s caretaker, what Daniel does next is nothing short of miraculous. The child’s caretaker is an experienced Adventurer and is well-versed in the forms of healing magic available in the world. Nothing short of a Greater Blessing by a senior priest could have saved her nephew, and yet the stranger, without uttering a single word or calling on a God, is healing her nephew before her eyes. Bones knit, lungs inflate, and the bleeding stops within minutes. All there is to indicate that anything is even happening is the gentlest of glows coming from Daniel’s hands which surround his small patient. As the glow fades, the boy’s eyes open and he draws his first conscious breath before proceeding to scream and cry into his aunt’s arms.
Clutching her nephew and rocking the child, the blonde-haired Adventurer looks over to Daniel who’s slumped over, breathing heavily, and mouths her gratitude. Daniel just nods weakly, slowly regaining a sense of himself after the use of his Gift. As always, there is a price to pay. This time, only a half-a-day of his past - memories and lessons learnt during a fight with an overgrown badger that blocked the ore-wagons way and conversations with Atrieus - are sacrificed to his Gift.
Around Daniel, the watching crowd and the cart driver gawk at the miraculous healing; the gossip mill among the townsfolk will have new grist tonight. A good Samaritan carries over Daniel’s dropped items, patting him on his back in congratulations before he leaves to finish his own errands for the day. The Samaritan’s actions break the spell, with others crowding around and thanking Daniel and murmuring congratulations and consolations to the blonde-haired Adventurer, who still clutches her nephew to her chest.
Eventually, the child calms, and the crowd disperses as Daniel’s attempts to make them leave finally make a dent. Work done, he stands with a groan and bends to pick up his pack and hammer but is stopped from leaving by a hand on his arm.
“Thank you.” Her voice is soft, cultured and feminine, a sharp contrast to her bearing and appearance. Short-cut yellow hair, an aquiline nose, and piercing blue eyes rest upon a face that many would call striking. The adventurer holds herself with a martial air, a hand unconsciously resting on her sword hilt, the shape of her toned and firm body easily seen under the loose cut blouse she wears. “My name is Mary Lavie, and this is Charles.”
“Daniel Chai.” He smiles at the boy, impulsively reaching out to ruffle the child’s hair, “You’ll watch yourself running out into the road next time, right?”
The boy nods slightly, his face hidden in Mary’s pants. He peeks out with his own pair of blue eyes around her pant leg before burying his face once more. In the child’s mind, he will still feel the breaking and the healing, a stark contrast of experiences that will, thankfully, fade in the coming hours.
As Daniel sways slightly, the Gift always taking a little of his own strength to fuel, Mary queries, “Are you okay?”
“Yes. Just a little tired and hungry. I’ll be fine after a meal.”
A smile brightens Mary’s face, and she gestures down the road, “My sister runs the Spinning Top, just down this way. She’ll want to thank you too.”
For a moment, Daniel considers refusing, but he reconsiders quickly, remembering the weight of his purse. Even the payment from Atrieus is insufficient to truly fatten it out, especially with his expected expenses in the next few days. He nods gratefully in acceptance and Mary smiles, her blue eyes sparkling at his acceptance.
“This way.”
Chapter 2
The Spinning Top is a typical smaller inn – at least in Daniel’s limited experience. The Top is positioned close to the center of town and is made up of a mixture of wood and stone, though the inn does come with expensive blown-glass windows. The entrance of the inn leads through to a small dining room filled with rustic wooden tables and chairs flanked by a simple, worn wooden bar and a doorway to the kitchen, while a staircase opposite the entrance leads to the top floor and the rooms that the inn rents out. Like most inns in a dungeon town, it’s likely the rooms can be rented on both a short and long-term basis. Daniel’s musing is cut short as the smells from the kitchen set his stomach growling.
Inside, the sole worker is another tall, striking blonde woman, clad in a simple brown frock, whose matronly curves put her sister’s to shame. The moment they cross the threshold of the inn, Charles squirms out from the shelter of his aunt’s arms and into his shocked mother’s.
“Mary…” the aghast mother and innkeeper says, bending a knee to hug her child and to survey the blood and damage. She holds Charles away from her, parsing his words while she checks him over for injury before coming to the surprising conclusion that there are none.
“We had an incident, Elise.” Mary steps forward abashedly, explaining the accident in quick, concise sentences. Charles gets angry as the adults talk over him and he glares at the two, before deciding it is time to sulk. Mary flicks her hand back to Daniel, who has taken to leaning against the bar and staring into the kitchen in longing while the two sisters talk, “… and so I thought we could feed Daniel and maybe house him for a bit?”
“Jar, one plate with extra bread!” Elise calls out to the kitchen before marching over to Daniel and giving him a tight hug. “Thank you! Thank you so much!”
In a few minutes, the bustling Elise has Daniel settled and eating before she drags her bloodied child upstairs to get cleaned up. Mary takes over the counter, watching Daniel eat with a pensive look on her face, glancing between him and his hammer. It doesn’t take long before Daniel is done, leaning back against the chair after mopping up the last of the stew with his bread.
That was very good. Looking around, he doesn’t spot Elise to thank. He frowns slightly, impatient to complete his task but unwilling to leave without thanking her for the meal. As he debates what to do, his thoughts are interrupted by Mary.
“Are you going to join the Guild?” she asks, nodding to his hammer. The guess was not hard since the vast majority of fit young men coming into town had only one goal. She purses her lips as he acknowledges her question with a nod. “And that’s your weapon?”
“Why? Is it a problem?” Defensive, Daniel places his hand on the hilt of the hammer.
“It is. It’s too big and unwieldy for a dungeon.” As he opens his mouth to reply, Mary raises her hand and forestalls him, continuing, “I’m sure you used it while traveling here. Probably killed a few monsters too. There’s no arguing that it’s a fearsome weapon.
“But you have to land your blow. You need space to swing it and time to recover after you’ve swung. In a dungeon where you might face two or three different monsters at the same time, often faster and smaller than you, it won’t work.”
Daniel grunts, hunching slightly at each of her words. He knows it is not perfect; it’s not as if he hadn’t experienced much of what she said himself. “It’s what I have.”
His words are not unexpected, and as soon as they leave his mouth, Mary turns to the staircase, calling upwards, “Elise, we’re going out. I’ll bring him back later! Jar, put his bags in room 3!”
Th
e blonde stands swiftly, pushing her chair back into place before walking to the exit. When she notices Daniel is not moving, she barks out a single word. “Come.”
“Umm… what’s going on?” Hurrying to catch up with her, Daniel stumbles along, trying to gauge their destination in this strange city. Even as they hurry, human townsfolk offer Mary a quick smile and greeting, each acknowledged by Mary with a short nod.
“We’re going to the Guild to get you registered. You do have the twenty silver, correct?” She doesn’t acknowledge his hasty nod, continuing to speak even as she strides along. “After that, we’ll get you the training you need to wield a proper weapon.”
“Training! I can’t afford that!” Daniel exclaims, catching up with her and trying to slow her down to speak.
“Who asked you to pay?” Arriving at the doors of the Adventurer’s Guild, she strides in and heads to the nearest empty counter. An attendant walks over unhurriedly, tall and thin with a full mop of curly black hair. He smiles slightly as he spots the harried Daniel behind Mary before focusing on her entirely.
“What can I do for you, Mary?” The attendant smiles, his face wrinkling and adding to its lines as he runs a hand through his hair to bring some order to it.
“Got a newbie who needs to be registered, Liev.” She gestures behind, indicating Daniel who’s staring around in confusion. Liev smiles placatingly at the young man, pulling some papers and a small crystal ball out from beneath the counter.
“Not a problem. Just put your hand here; don’t be shy.” Smiling encouragingly, Liev has Daniel place his hand on the crystal ball while he coaches out the information that he needs to finish the registration. “Good, good. A Level 7 Miner. Ooh, very good, a Minor Healing spell. Yes, we can definitely register you as an Adventurer.”
At the end of his words, a low azure light glows on the crystal bringing another contented smile to Liev’s face. “And done. That’ll be twenty silver.”
As Daniel finishes paying, he can’t help but wonder if all his dreams have come true already. Another barked command to follow pulls him out of his contemplation as he hurries to catch up with the impatient Mary as she strides out of the Guild house. While he rushes after her, he calls up his Status Screen to marvel at his new position.