Nova Terra- Greymane

by Seth Ring

  “Evening, Thorn.” One of the cooks pulled out an extra-large bowl from below the counter when it was Thorn’s turn. Next, to him, his assistant put two loaves of bread on a tray, along with four apples, and a small mountain of meat strips. Thorn’s hands were large enough that he could balance the bowl and tray with one hand while he used the other to take a pitcher of lemonade from another assistant. “Come back if you need more. We have plenty.”

  Like most of the guards, the cooks loved Thorn. The gentle giant solved their problems with difficult prisoners by being around, and any convicts that tried to make trouble in line were quelled when they felt his burning gaze. There was something about Thorn’s hungry face that seemed to terrify the prisoners into submission, and for that reason alone, Thorn had made himself a favorite of the staff in the prison.

  “Thanks.” With a smile, Thorn accepted the huge quantity of food and walked to his customary spot. Despite the outdoor eating area consisting of benches and tables, Thorn had learned very that they were not made for someone his size. His first attempt to sit at one of the tables had tragic consequences for its bench.

  Instead, he sat at the far end of the cafeteria on a large stone that marked the boundary of the eating area. At least a stone would not collapse when he sat on it. Over time, the table closest to him had moved to a convenient spot within reach, so Thorn put his food down and waited for Oberlin to sit.

  “Thank you for waiting.” Oberlin joined Thorn, and they dug in. Wiping his mouth, Oberlin glanced around and then spoke in a low voice. “Have you given any thought to what I talked to you about yesterday?”

  “Stealing is wrong, Oberlin.” Thorn did not even look up from his meal.

  “Look, I am not asking you to steal anything. I need someone I trust to cover me when I go talk to the merchants. You don’t understand how dangerous it can be. I’m telling you, Nova Terra has a dark side.”

  “I’m well aware of Nova Terra’s dark side. But stealing is wrong, and so is selling stolen goods. Why don’t you listen to what I told you before? You are a talented guy. Why waste your talents on stealing?”

  “Ha. Easy for you to say.” Defeated by Thorn’s calm but final tone, Oberlin’s shoulders slumped. He had been trying for almost two weeks to convince Thorn to team up with him once they were both out. However, every time he broached the subject, he always got the same answer. “What could I do? My only skills are going unseen and opening locks. The only people I know are other crooks and fences. My class is locked, and all my abilities only work for one thing. Believe me, I’ve tried. I’m on my last class, so there is no more changing.”

  “I don’t think you ever mentioned what class you have.” Thorn looked at the small thief with interest. “I’ve been thinking about what class I want to get, but I haven’t decided.”

  “What do you have now?”

  “I don’t have a class.”

  “You don’t have a class?!” Oberlin spat out his porridge as he turned to stare at Thorn. “How did you get so big without a class? I thought you were a Mountain Barbarian or something?”

  “Nah, I’m naturally tall.”

  “Somehow, I don’t think eight feet, nine inches counts as ‘naturally tall’, Thorn. You must be a giant in real life as well. Why don’t you have a class, though? You should be able to get one almost as soon as you come into the game. You can get them almost anywhere you can get training. There are general class quests littering the starter cities.”

  “I’m not sure. No one told me about them, so I don’t think I ever found one.”

  “What do you mean, you never found them? You told me you trained at the Training Hall, right? Didn’t you see the giant stone pillar with the warrior on it? You have to go up and touch it.”

  “Oh, I thought that was a sign for the training hall.” Thorn blushed. Thankfully, his face was dirty enough that Oberlin did not notice.

  “The fact that you missed all the class change stones is almost impressive. At least it would be if it was not so ridiculous.” Oberlin shook his head and licked his spoon clean before pointing toward himself. “I have a special utility class called Master Locksmith. It gives me an ability that lets me bypass almost any lock and lets me know the best route for sneaking. It is useful for one thing and one thing only, which is why I ended up here.”

  “Interesting. I noticed that, when I got here, you were not chained up.”

  “Yup. There is not much of a point, so the guards don’t worry about it. I’ve been in and out of this place so many times, you wouldn’t believe it. I’m not sure why they even bother bringing me in. It’s not like they can stop me from getting out.”

  “Can you open magic locks? I saw someone break a magic lock once. Looked quite complicated.”

  “Any lock means any lock. Arcane, mechanical, puzzle, doesn’t matter what it is. If someone has seen it and wants to get through it, I can open it. Some might take more time, but they all crack eventually.”

  “Classes are so interesting. Is Master Locksmith an Ancient Inheritance?”

  “No.” Oberlin frowned and changed the subject. “Look, Thorn, I appreciate what you are trying to do, but at this point, my options are set. I’m in a hole, and there is no way to get out, even if I wanted to.”

  “That isn’t true. There are plenty of things you could do. You could be an explorer. With your stealth, you could map places no one has ever been before. You could be a security consultant. You know, get people to pay you to break into their place, and then tell them how it was done.”

  About to continue listing ideas for the depressed thief, Thorn saw a clerk making his way. A few weeks ago, the clerks would not have dared to walk through the crowd of convicts without a full armed escort, but after Thorn had tossed a few of the convicts into the large pots of porridge in the cookhouse, they were able to walk about unmolested. Ignoring the dark looks he was getting, the clerk walked up to Thorn and handed him a form.

  “You’re out tomorrow, Thorn.”

  Confused, Thorn looked at the paper. It had the warden’s signature and looked very official.

  “What do you mean he is out? Doesn’t he still have three weeks?” Oberlin cut in. “How can he get out early?”

  “What does it matter to you?” the clerk asked, annoyed at Oberlin sticking his nose in Thorn’s business. Turning back to Thorn, he said, “The warden would like to see you in thirty minutes. He’ll be waiting for you in his office. No, no, you can finish your meal.” Seeing that Thorn was about to get up, the clerk hurried to stop him. “He is in no rush.”

  As he ate, Thorn wracked his brain for possible reasons that the warden would let him out early. According to the books, his crime was assault. Attacking another player in a town was considered taboo, and if the guards caught you, the penalty was seven real days in prison, which meant seven weeks in jail, if you spent that time logged in, due to the game’s time dilation. A first-time offense would have let Thorn sit in a comfortable cell, but he had volunteered to come out and work for the experience.

  As an alternate reality, Nova Terra mimicked the real world in many ways, including there being a list of crimes that, if you were caught, could get you tossed in jail. The sentence for killing another player was one of the lighter ones, at least for the first few times. Still, it was curious that he was being let out early. Maybe he was being let go for good behavior?

  After Thorn finished his food, he patted Oberlin on the shoulder, taking care to be extra gentle, and followed a guard toward the warden’s office. The prison camp was situated in the bottom of the quarry and consisted of four sections. The cafeteria and the bathhouse were large outdoor areas, while the prisoners’ bunks were under large pole buildings without walls. The last area was a compound set aside for the guards, clerks, and the warden.

  When they arrived at the compound, Thorn had to stifle the urge to chuckle. A seven-and-a-half-foot wall surrounded the compound, more than enough to keep out the convict’s prying eyes. All but Thorn�
��s, of course. The first day he had come here, the sight of his head appearing above the wall had given the guard watching the gate into the compound quite the fright.

  Once the guard opened the thick log gate, Thorn followed the clerk into the compound, down a paved sidewalk, up two flights of stairs, and into the elevated office of the warden. Large glass windows on each side gave the office a 360-degree view of the quarry, and four guards stationed around the office kept a constant lookout for prisoners making trouble.

  Ducking and turning sideways to squeeze his bulk into the room, Thorn was glad that he could straighten up. Many of the other buildings in the quarry had regular eight-foot ceilings, forcing him to duck. The warden’s office had a full ten-foot ceiling. Smiling at the guards who were all watching him come in, Thorn settled himself in the middle of the room, ignoring the creak of the floor as he shifted his weight.

  “Ah. Good evening, Thorn.” The warden turned around, placing his drink on the large desk.

  “Good evening, sir,” Thorn replied, dipping his head.

  “I’m sure the clerk informed you that you’ll be getting out soon, so I wanted to take an opportunity to have a bit of a chat with you before that.”

  “Yes, sir. He said I was getting out tomorrow.”

  “A welcome surprise, I am sure.” The warden smiled, adjusting his glasses. “Though, all of the staff here will miss you. I’m sure I speak for all of us when I say that it has been a pleasure having such a peaceful and hardworking resident over the last month. You have been a model inmate, and we will miss your good example.” The warden paused for a moment to take a drink before continuing. “You were assigned your prison term due to the assault of another player in a city, is that right?”

  “Yes, sir.” Thorn nodded.

  “Your sentence was extended if I understand the situation because the player you attacked died as the result of your attack. Attacking another player should get you a week in jail, but that goes up if the attack was lethal. Quite surprising that you could kill him before the guards got to you.”

  “That is correct, sir. I threw him against a wall. Sometimes I have trouble controlling my strength.”

  “Well, despite the nature of your crime, the powers that be have decided to reduce your sentence due to your good behavior over the last month. However, all of this is contingent on you being willing to accept a parole task.”

  “Parole task?”

  “Yes. Rather than have you stay in prison, I have a task for you to do outside of the quarry. Do you think you are up for it?”

  “Do you mean a quest?”

  “That is exactly what I mean. If you are willing to accept this quest, you are free to leave tomorrow. The rest of your sentence will be waived and, so long as you complete the quest, your criminal title will be removed. Don’t break any other laws, and it will be as if none of this ever happened.”

  Taking a deep breath, Thorn nodded.

  “What do you need me to do?”

  CHAPTER THREE

  “The task is simple.” The warden straightened his glasses. “I need you to help solve a problem at another quarry.”

  *ding*

  Trouble at the Embersplit Mine

  The miners at the Embersplit mine have been having trouble meeting their monthly production quotas. Figure out what is causing them to fall behind and help them solve it. Successful completion of this quest will result in the termination of your sentence. Failure to complete this quest will result in serving the entirety of your sentence.

  Title Removed: Criminal

  “South of here, there is another Fire Iron ore mine that is having a bit of trouble. I’d like for you to head down there and see what you can do to sort it out. Once you have finished, your criminal title will be removed.” Seeing Thorn’s furrowed brow, the warden smiled at him. “Do you have any questions?”

  “No, sir.” Thorn put his thoughts in order. “I am appreciative of this opportunity and will do my best to complete the quest. “

  “Excellent, I am glad to hear that. Alright, you are free to go. Report to the administration station at the breakfast bell tomorrow.”

  After leaving the warden’s office, Thorn paused a moment to stretch. Standing in-doors made him feel quite cramped. As he made his way back toward the bunkhouse where he slept with the other inmates, Thorn’s mind wandered back to the event that led him to prison.

  ***

  Thorn had just arrived back at Berum. After walking around the city for a while, he found himself at the temple, where he sat down for a moment of peace after the emotional turmoil of being betrayed by his friends. Yet his moment of peace was soon shattered. Just as he had settled into his breathing routine, he caught sight of a familiar figure coming up the steps of the temple. Looking over, eyes hardening, Thorn saw Jorge. At the same time, Jorge caught sight of Thorn’s large figure seated on the steps and stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes going wide.

  “Hey, Thorn,” Jorge said, watching him. “Looks like you made it back. Haha.”

  Thorn had expected to be furious if he ever encountered Ouroboros, Mina, Velin, or Jorge, but all he felt was cold. Cold and unnaturally calm.

  Seeing that the cold look in Thorn’s eyes had not receded, Jorge took a small step backward, his hand resting on the pommel of his knife. “Thorn, I know what Ouroboros did wasn’t cool, but you have to understand there is much more at play here. You benefited by following us, but there was a price for it. Don’t do something you’ll regret.”

  Slowly, Thorn stood, towering over the dwarf, who put up his hands nervously. “Whoa there, big guy, let's be gentlemen about this. That business before was just business. Besides, if you draw a weapon, the guards will be all over you.”

  Looking at the small figure in front of him, Thorn frowned, his brain working a hundred miles a minute. A glance showed a few guards looking over at them.

  Jorge saw Thorn’s glance and laughed. “Let me give you some advice, kid: don’t even bother thinking about revenge. If you do, don’t blame me for putting you down again. Haha.” With another smirk, he turned to go, only to feel a brief sensation of motion before his screen turned black and he disconnected.

  Stunned, he stood in the familiar white space, the words [You’ve Died] floating in front of him, accompanied by a timer, counting down.

  [24:00:00]

  [23:59:59]

  [23:59:58]

  [23:59:57]

  Thorn had watched as Jorge turned away and, for the briefest of moments, all the cold rationality that enveloped him burned away under pure rage. With a big step forward, his hand shot out, and he grabbed the dwarf, his hand wrapping around Jorge’s shoulder. With a swing of his arm, he sent Jorge flying at a nearby wall, watching in satisfaction as the dwarf hit the wall with so much force that his armor deformed.

  *ding*

  You Broke the Law

  You have attacked another player in town and have been seen by the guards. If you turn yourself, in you might be given a lighter sentence.

  Would you like to turn yourself in?

  [Yes]

  [No]

  Feeling quite a bit better, Thorn pressed [Yes]. Though it took a while for the guards to find chains that fit him, Thorn stood calmly waiting to be taken away. After a struggle, chains were fitted around his wrists by two perspiring guards. As his vision faded to black, the last thing Thorn saw was a notification.

  Temporary Title Earned: Criminal

  They say the only thing wrong with a crime is getting caught, which you have.

  When Thorn awoke, he was in a prison cell, complete with graffiti and a sketchy bunkmate. Though he had taken out his anger on Jorge, the flash of satisfaction that had come from smashing Jorge into a wall crumbled quickly, leaving Thorn upset. After a few days of incarceration, Thorn had volunteered for the quarry, where he had worked until now.

  ***

  The morning sun rose hot, and the bright rays poked Thorn awake even before the morning breakfast bell r
ang. Most of the other inmates were sprawled on their hard beds fast asleep. Countless days of back-breaking labor was a sure recipe for deep sleep, and it was with groans and grumbles that they dragged themselves up at the ringing of the bell.

  As usual, Thorn was the first one out of bed. A hard day breaking stone and collecting Fire Iron ore hardly tired Thorn at all, so the seven hours of sleep he had gotten was more than enough. Gathering up his few belongings, Thorn made his way over to the administration post, accepting three loaves of bread and two sausages from one of the cook’s helpers on his way. While he could do without sleep, his gargantuan form needed food regularly.

  “Hello, Thorn. Here to check out?”