Three individuals run for their lives to try and live and survive in a world that wants to devour them for everything they have. Each find their own rescue and find themselves continuing to live life free, but freedom always has a cost and they are met by a mysterious benefactor that wishes to use their skill to solve his issues.
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Rags lets out a breath as he climbs through the last of the tight tunnel out into an open cavern, glancing around with adrenaline fueled fear. Luckily the space is clear, at least of obvious dangers, as he looks back at the tunnel and listens with the sound of his heart beating fast in his ears. The orc man is greeted with only the sound of distant shifting rock and echoing silence, bringing the only bit of calm and peace to his mind. Huffing for a moment before he settles himself against the wall of the cavern, every ache and strain coming back with a deep vengeance. Rags tries to press his back against the near wall but gasps in pain as he pulls himself forward, a reminder that the duergar left him before escaping. It takes a moment for his vision to stop swimming, another reminder from his body that he hasn’t eaten or drunken anything in at least the last day of running for his life. He looks back up at the ceiling, now noticing the faintly glowing crystals that put the cave in a dim colored light, and wonders if this is a proper grave for him. The sound of a wet meaty crash from the other side of the cave pulls him out of his dower thoughts, forcing him to sit up right and be ready to run.
Instead, he looks at the source of the sound in confusion as he slowly leans forward in wonder. Across from him is a large Komodo dragon, one that he recognizes after a moment as the same he had hunted down here. Though in a twist of fate he was captured along with it, only to break them both out of their bonds when the duergar thought they were secure. He narrows eyes, voice harsh and gruff, “You wanna come back and laugh, get a nice bite? Well, you still gotta wait a bit, not dead yet.” The Komodo dragon stares at him, tongue flicking out, before turning back and after a moment coming back into view with a body leaves a trail of purple sap. Rags takes a moment to process what he is seeing, a mushroom creature that has all of the telltale signs of being hunted down and bitten to death by the lizard. Where he would expect to see many bites taken out of it, the creature’s body is relatively whole as he gives the hunter a more curious eye. The Komodo Dragon stares at him again before slowly leaning down and pushing the body toward Rags, taking a small bite out of it and still watching him. The orc lets out a scoff as he slowly leans forward, “What’s this? Save your life and you share your riches with me? Mighty kind of you.” He pulls a piece from the creature, knowing that it’s not the best thing to eat but it’s safe at least, joining in this small feast. The pair eats the creature until there isn’t much left, Rag leaning back in more satisfaction then he has felt in the last month. Even after finishing, the lizard stays though a safe distance away from him, bringing a scoff out of Rags as he closes his eyes.
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