A Guide to Kingdom Building ( Me Reincarnated 365 x)

Ghwynmyr's thumb was irritatingly twitching the entire time they were at the hole. He and Orphella were the first ones from their squad to descend into the hole, but no one seemed to notice them yet. He tried his best stay as calm as he can be, but inside he was furious at what he was seeing in front of him. Everytime the bhstyrd Commander would yell and berate Ulfaar, the more his thumb would twitch. His hand wanted to go for his battle axe and just whack it at Commmander Crovar.

He closed his eyes and tried to focus on his breathing, but reality was truly cruel to them. Suddenly, he heard what sounded to be a slap echoed through out the cave. Ghwynmyr opened his eyes to the scene of Ulfaar getting a crisp slap from Commander Crovar. His eyes widened as he saw his friend's contorted face and the Commander's grin.

That was the last straw. Now, his anger was no longer containable. He lifted his axe and tried approaching Commander Crovar so he could give him a piece of his mind…or at his case, a piece of his axe.

But before he could take a step, Orphella immediately grabbed him by the shoulder. He looked back to her and saw the elf's wincing face.

"Don't do it." She signed. "Don't do it, please!" Orphella begged.

Ghwynmyr shrugged off her hand gently from his shoulders and signed back to her, "What do yah mean?" He pointed at Ulfaar's agonizing embarrassment. "Are we just going tah leave him like that? At this point I really won't give—"

"You should give a damn!" She interjected.

Orphella's last statement struck Ghwynmyr. He knew the injustice going on in front of him, but he needed to endure it. He had no power here. If he struck the Commander, what good would it give them? At that point, he just led them all to their deaths, and that's a responsibility he would never carry once again. Once was already enough; another one would be too hefty for him to bear.

"Yer right, lass." He put down his axe and stood there in the shadows as they waited for the rest of their squad to descend.

It took a while for the rest of their squad to descend but as soon as everyone did, Wahakim, immediately led them to where the damned Commander was. After a brief discussion with Commander Crovar, Wahakim called out Orphella and ordered her to do her task.

Ghwynmyr couldn't help but worry for their fates. What would happen once Orphella would open the wall? What horrors would meet them along the way? His mind raced as fast as his heartbeat did. It felt like his first raid way back when he was still part of the rebellion.

The wall slowly faded as his friend unlocked the enchantment on the wall. Orphella was then asked by the general to stand back. But what about the beastman?! Ghwynmyr didn't know how to react about the inhumane treatment his friend had received. He would've cut the bhstyrd Commander down already, but he chose not to. Not this time. Not in this current situation. All he could was hope and pray that nothing would happen to them, especially to his comrades.

The beastman advanced his way into the dark opening. Commander Crovar raised his right hand and gestured a fist, signaling them to stop and wait for a little while. Ghwynmyr's heart raced as both his anxiousness about the mission and his anger to Commander Crovar peaked.

He took deep breaths and gripped his axe rigidly as he tried to control himself from going amok. They waited for just a brief time, but at that moment his wait felt like an eternity. He would've rushed to the darkness for all he cared, but risking the rest of his comrades, is something he could never recover from.

Finally, the Commander decided to advance forward. All of them took out one of their light runes and lit it.

"Forward!" Commander Crovar called out.

They marched into the dark unknown with their weapons and armors, but even then, Ghwynmyr couldn't shake off the feeling of dread. He looked at the knights marching towards the abyss and saw the fear in their eyes. Ghwnymyr knew that he wasn't alone in this predicament, even the heartless knights were also scared about what's going to happen next.

He stabled his breath as they moved into the darkness. The last thing he wanted was to meet a Dhampiir along the way. That wouldn't be good for all of them, especially the ones with a weaker emotional constitution.

The darkness embraced them as soon as they entered the abyss. Only the glow from the light rune lit their way as the moved deeper inside the cave. From the distance, he could see the beastman's back. Ghwynmyr saw his friend walked a deeper into the dark unknown. He wanted to break from the formation and join his friend. He didn't want Ulfaar to do that grueling task alone, especially with the monsters involved.

Ulfaaar went further down the path, Commander Crovar asked them again to stand by and wait for him to fade into the darkness. Ghwynmyr knew what the Commander was planning to do. He knew that beastmen were strong and durable. Commander Crovar wanted to exploit that strength to make Ulfaar a viable scout to them in this mission. However, without anyone else to back him up, it almost looked like his friend was intended to become a sacrifice for the creatures inside the cave.

Commander Crovar repeated this strategy until they arrived at a crossroad inside the cave. When they got there, the old Commander ordered the beastman to choose a direction to take. Ulfaar pointed the left path and made his way inside.

Ghwynmyr looked at Ulfaar helplessly as his friend was baited closer and closer to death, while the other knights waited and complained. As his friend faded into sight, the Commander called out one of the knights from their squad to scout the other direction.

As they waited for both to emerge, Orphella patted on Ghwynmyr's back.

"Wut'iz itm lass" He asked.

Orphella looked at him and signed, "I have a bad feeling about this." As she pointed to the direction of the knight.

"Whuchu mean b' that?" He raised his eyebrows.

Orphella grabbed his arm. The elf was scared, her hands trembled as she took a deep breath. Suddenly, the knight ran out screaming at the top of his lungs. The knights raised their weapons as their fellow knight ran towards them Unfortunately, a monstrous hand grabbed him right at the last second and tore him apart before throwing him to his carcass horrified comrades.

The monsters suddenly popped out of nowhere, goring the lines with their enormous bodies. Ghwynmyr immediately leapt into action, he charged in the front line, along with the braver knights who wanted to get vengeance from what they did to their comrade.

They charged and clashed with the headless monsters. The dwarf made extensive use of his size and went for the mosnters' legs. He swung his battle axe as he met the grotesque monster, but his axe simply bounced from the monster's leg.

  Ghwynmyr attempted for the second time, but before he could swing his axe, one of the knights accidentally hit him with a wild swing. He fell down to the ground and quickly got up. Luckily, his armor saved him, he stood up and went on again but another knight bumped into him and both of them went down once again.

Cursing under his breath, Ghwynmyr stood up once more and fought his way to the headless monstrosities but got hitched again by flying cadaver. Bloodied and bruised, he made his way back on the lines and hacked his way through the monsters, but it was no use.

He took one of the earth runes and tried to activate it but before he could, a confused knight hit him in the face with his elbow. Ghwynmyr was struck down more times than he should've. He tried standing up again, but this time, a group of running knights tumbled on top of him.

The weight of the knights along with their armor was weighing Ghwynmyr down. He also felt the pile going heavier and heavier. Blood and guts started to flow from the heap of bodies and made it difficult for him to breath. The air became thinner as the body fluids and other parts covered the little spaces in between him and the other ones.

Ghwynmyr started to choke as the situation became gravely dangerous for him. He wasn't able to move as the bodies slowly crushed him from their weight.

"Damn…it…" He spat as he tried to reach out for his satchel.

He felt the runes with his fingers and tried to find the right element for the job. His vision was slowly fading away as he got desperate with getting some air.. He finally found the rune and tried to activate it, but his consciousness had already failed him.