Most of the characters as well as some of the places are owned by Steven Erikson, the author of the malazan book of the fallen.
G'day lads and welcome to a new story of mine. For those of you who don't know me yet, I'm not surprised since I'm a nobody xD. But seriously welcome to a new story of mine. I'm honestly soo excited to write this! So I wont talk as much and just get into writing, I hope you'll like it.
Edit: Just found out I have to actually base this on a fiction and am not allowed to write my own story :X. Anyways it's still going to be fun. Now it's an AU of the malazan book of the fallen with some different kingdoms, places and a lot of other changes. (Completely different storyline) and set good 500 years before the first book took place.
It was a normal day in Rha'shakair, the central harbor of Shakair, a small desert kingdom south of the Raraku desert.
It was also the biggest nest of criminals, thugs, mercenaries and pirates. Basically the perfect place for a man who doesn't want to be found. This is where our story begins...
Trager was sitting in a pub drinking a cheap ale. He had dark blue eyes, a black beard and long hair tied to a man bun. His arms, chest and legs were covered in ancient warrior tattoos and scarred from countless battles. He also had three long scars over his right eye, a little souvenir he got out of fight with a manticore. He wore a a light armor made from linen and leather. The only heavy piece of armor he wore was a steel shoulder pauldron on his right shoulder and a steel greave on his left leg. (Authors note: It's basically knee armor but greave sounds better. Amd yes, all of that information is important)
He also had an unusual fighting styl for a mercenary, he fought with two longswords. He wore his swords on his sides and on his back rested a generic longbow with arrows. Next to him there were his two companions Akela and Raksha (authors note: don't judge me I know these are the wolves from the jungle book but I love these names way too much \•-•/)
They were a rare breed of northern wolves that grow the size of bears.
Since Akela and Raksha were still pups they were only about the size of normal wolves. (At this point in our story)
"Tak, next round!" He yelled over the bar counter at the shaggy looking barkeeper.
Just as the barkeeper was about to hand him the drink. A tall man sat next to him. He was wearing the red and black leather armor of one of the pirate clans.
He reached out and grabbed Tragers drink.
"Would you fucking mind?" Trager looked him straight into his eyes, "I was drinking that."
"Oh, were you now? It's not my fucking problem is it? Now fuck off." The pirate took a sip.
"Stupid pig-fucker" Trager mumbled.
"What was that?" The Pirate turned around.
"I said 'stupid pig-fucker' or are those too many words for you?" Trager taunted him.
"Oh you'll regret this for sure." He stood up.
In a split second he tried to reach his dagger but he was to slow.
There was a loud Krunch as Tragers longsword rammed through the light leather armor of the Pirate and broke on its way to the other side of his body several ribs and his spine.
"Yo-you..." he couldn't finish his sentence as he collapsed on the floor while vomiting up his own blood. He twitched for a few seconds and suddenly there was no movement at all. The man drowned in his own blood.
Suddenly everyone stopped drinking and cheering. They all looked at the mercenary and his bloody blade.
"Keep celebrating!" Every applauded him and laughed.
"Trager, what the fuck? Do you know how hard it is to get bloodstains out of wood?" Tak was not amused at all.
"Well, what can I say? It's another normal day in Shakair."
"God fucking dammit... Brother get the bucket! There's blood on the floor!" Tak yelled into the basement downstairs.
A few hours later at the market
Ah the market, the place where dreams come true. That is if your dreaming of robbery and drug deal.
Trager looked around him. He knew that the market was usually a bad place but ever since the trakish kingdom took over Shakair and the holy desert itself. That was the day the proud and slightly criminal society of Shakair was forced into a tyranny.
Their king, Rorik the brutal was a cold blooded psychopath, he threw his own son out of a window after he lost a battle.
"Pathetic", a Trakish soldier kicked an old beggar in his side for lying in his way. A monk in desert colored robes tried to step in.
"Please sire, have mercy! He is only- gah!" The knight smashed him down with one hit of his iron gauntlet. "Shut the fuck up sand prayer!" The monk was laying on the ground uncautious.
"Wow, beating up monks I see. You might just be one of the biggest cowards I've ever seen." Trager knew what was going to happen next.
He dodged the first and second swing of the soldier and hit him with one of his brass knuckles on the weak spot of the trakish armor, the neck.
The knight couldn't sound a word as he broke down trying not to suffocate.
"You... fucker..." he sounded out, breathing in sharp inhales.
"Are you ok?" He helped the monk up and checked him for any kind of brain trauma through the hit.
He was about 80 years old.
Who hits an 80 years old monk? I'm no angel but that's low, even for me, Trager thought.
"Yes, thank you. These 'knights' have no honor but I'm glad to see someone who's trying to help." He looked at Trager. Just now the mercenary realized that the old man was blind.
"The monks are the only reason why I'm still alive so I thought I'd repay that debt right here." He answered. He was an orphan, left on the steps of the monastery. A place that he left behind a long time ago.
"May the gods bless you, child."
Afternoon, the golden drop
Saying that the golden drop was a bad brothel was like saying that a dirty lake in the desert is bad, it's not a lie but it's certainly better than anything else around.
"Are you here for fun?" A woman in a short white linen dress asked. Because of the dark tone of her skin, the lack of underwear and the thinnes of the linen, her dress was pretty 'transparent'.
"As much as I'd love to, not today Qunai, I'm here to see Argayus."
Her smile dropped. "Oh, well that's unfortunate I would've loved to spend some time with you."
He smiled slyly, "So, where's that slimy prick?"
Argayus was an absolute asshole. I would've said it nicer but that is the nice version already. He was also one of Tragers closest friends. He owned the golden drop. Most of the mercenaries in Rha'shakair get their jobs of some middleman like him.
"Ah Trager my dear friend." The fat man was wrapped in his purple and gold robe while nipping on a gem decorated golden goblet filled with wine.
"Argayus, you walking slimeball do you have a job for me?" Trager was not one for talking around a certain subject.
"Straight to business then. I do have a job for you. A kidnapping job, are you interested?"
"Kidnapping? I'm not doing those jobs you know that." Trager thought this would be the end of their conversation.
"5'000 gold dragmas." Argayus slammed a big sack of gold coins on the table.
"Seven hells, I'm in. So, a kidnapping. Who? And more importantly what am I going to do with said person after I captured her. Assasinate, take hostage? " Trager felt bad but that was just way to much gold.
"No no no! Nothing like that! Bring. Her. Here. And I'll pay you."
"I get half of it now and the other half after it's done." Trager tried to negotiate.
"No you don't."
"A quarter"
"Nope"
"I fucking hate you."
"Bye Trager have fun and remember whoever it is, don't hurt him/her." The Pimp yelled after the marching mercenary.
"I don't think he's the right man for the job." Qunai walked in behind Argayus.
"First of all, you're just saying this because he's your favorite customer and you don't want to lose him. Second of all, I am certain thet he is the right man for the job" A diabolic smile appeared on his lips.
My god this is fun to write. And yes, I want this to be an actual big series. Next time you'll meet the second main character. This might not be something for a lot of people but it's certainly fun for me. If you have any suggestions, questions, wishes I'm glad to read them in the review section and I'll try answer them all. By the time this is going to be uploaded I'm already going to be off writing chapter two.
Till next time my friends, bye!