Deathrunes and Dragons: Songs of Serathur, #1
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This is a world where mages derive their sorcery by burning jewels, or else ripping away the abilities of others through transplants. A world of dinosaurs, monsters and inhuman monster hunters. A world of daily eclipses, periodic meteor showers and trains built upon the spines of beasts.
This is Serathur.
This novella follows the exploits of Varity Varen, failed actor, average jewelburner and reluctant monster hunter. Not only is Varity a penniless wanderer stranded in the Cimhura deserts, but he finds himself captured and imprisoned by the Dominga, a tyrannical force well on the way to conquering all of Serathur. But Varity has a secret, one that may see him deal the Dominga a significant blow, or one that will get himself killed horribly in the attempt.
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Deathrunes and Dragons
Songs of Serathur Book One
Darkness smothered him. Cloth pressed against his eye sockets and sucked against his lips with every ragged breath. Sweat and spit caused the sack to cling to his face like a second skin.
Varity could see nothing, yet used every other sense to picture his surroundings.
Thick hands squeezed flesh tight as they dragged him, the manacles squeezed flesh tighter still, biting, slicing, slick with blood.
They’d taken him down off the camel, where his head and neck had snapped up and down a hundred times during the journey. The feel in the air was of an upcoming meteor cascade brewing, it would hit today.
They must’ve reached the outpost, the soldiers crowding around to lead him through the fort, like a prized pig.
He smelled fire and unwashed skin. Heard the constant clink of armour and rustle of leather. The soldiers who’d captured him had been careful not to say too much, even when he played unconscious, and the sack had been around him since the moment they trussed him up on the camel. Varity didn’t know why they’d gone to all this bother. He’d always known the outpost’s location.
A cheer went up as stone replaced the sand beneath his feet. The shouts and jeers taught him much. Dusk elves and trolladin alike were amongst the soldiers, alongside the orcs and humans that made up the bulk.
They’d probably brought him in to the main courtyard with all that crowing, and the fires he could hear crackling merrily. Roast aurochs roasted on spits, a griffin too. Above all the other senses, he could almost taste the arrogance. Not on all of them, many soldiers were bored or miserable, but others were looking forward to the slaughter, to quashing another rebellion.
Someone spat on him, someone else tried and missed. He was jerked away, yanked down a flight of steps and away from the searing sunlight.
*
For hours he sat in darkness, or maybe the room was brightly lit. The sack was still tied around his head, hard to breathe, but not so much that he’d gasp his last before they had their way with him. They must’ve taken him far beneath the castle, he’d definitely been hauled through a cave tunnel, ammonia wafting from dirt around him. It was silent here, no notion that an army was stationed above.
The manacles were still there, but chains thick with rust had been added to them. They snaked around his forearms, binding him to the iron chair. And so Varity waited, feeling the cuts about his wrists knit together now the manacles had stopped rubbing. His captors were aware he was a Shamadar, they knew he could heal. He was counting on them not knowing much else though.
Metal screamed as a heavy door grated open, two pairs of boots echoed off stone, the sack was ripped from his head.
Varity blinked against the light. Only a single gaslight globe dangled from the ceiling, yet that single, sickly neon glow was blinding after so much dark.
He was in the dungeons of Fort Dusthold. What an original place for a torture chamber? The stone walls were slick with human stains and spongy with mould. Dominga banners lay draped across the walls, failing to hide the cracks that infected the stone like spiderwebs. He smiled to see the ceiling had a metre-long crack above his head. Perfect.
A hanging censer filled with myrrh tried in vain to wash away the aroma of past agony that coated the room. A single table and wooden chair were the only furnishings, other than the metal throne Varity was chained to. Definitely a torture chamber, judging by the silver tray and its implements upon the table. A upside down metal bowl on the tray caught his eye. His supernaturally improved hearing detected a faint growling from within. What creature could that be?
Finally, I feared you’d forgotten me,
Varity drawled, smirking up at the two who’d entered.
The smaller of the duo took the chair opposite him.
Ah, he’s to be my torturer then. The other occupant confirmed his suspicions by taking place by the heavy door, armed in burnished bronze armour and a dark blue cloak.
For the first time since his capture, Varity felt a worm of fear. He hadn’t counted on his guard being so impressive. He was a Ghunlin, his body vaguely humanoid, though his flesh was coated in amber, and his head was that of an ant. Ghunlin were usually well under six feet though, and scrawnier than city beggars. The guard, however, was a Ghunlin Champion; a Ghunlin warrior species who stood ten-foot-tall, each of his mandibles long and sharp as daggers.
Varity’s torturer was less impressive. He was slim even for a Mereshi, lank hair the shade of beetroot hung to his skeletal shoulders. The tiny white scales covering his body gave his flesh the resemblance of wax, broken only by the red gills either side of his throat. He wore faded