Chapter Sixteen: Escape

Chapter Sixteen: Escape

Tiny arcs of pink lightning danced all over the orcs dark red skin before flickering out. The sword halted. The orc grunted in surprise. From Toms position below it, he could see its muscles straining and cramping. Every few seconds it would let out another pained grunt, and several more tiny bolts of lightning would arc out of its skin and back into it. It dropped the sword, sinking to one knee.

The falling sword bounced off Toms chest, cutting him slightly. He reached out and snatched it with both hands.Read latest chapters at nov(e)lbin.com Only

The orc grabbed for it at the same time. Tom twisted on the ground, pulling it away from the orc and rolling the other direction.

The orc crawled after him, and he brought the sword up clumsily, thrusting at it. The sword pierced the front of its neck and lodged in its spine. A vaguely surprised expression settled on its face, and it gurgled quietly as it died.

Tom slumped back against the ground, panting. He took a moment to collect himself, but he didnt have long. He had to escape before morning.

At least if Gads screams havent drawn the orcs over, my brief fight with the orc probably wont, Tom reasoned.

He set his hands about the handle of the sword and tugged it free of the orcs neck. Dark brown blood flooded out after it, soaking Toms pants.

He gritted his teeth and began furiously working the ropes binding his hands against the blade, holding it with his knees. The rope was Wayrest-made, taken from them when they were captured, but it parted quickly enough against the edge. That done, he sliced through the ropes about his feet with his now-free hands.

As soon as he was done he couldnt resist taking a moment to massage his wrists. His manifestation had increased his overall constitution, including his pain resistance, so they werent as bad as before, but he was worried several days with them bound had caused permanent damage. They were clumsy, for certain, and tingled with more pain as full circulation returned.

After a moment he turned his attention to the rest of the group. He counted seven of them, including himself and Gad. The soldier theyd rescued was nowhere to be seen. Tom assumed shed been killed in the original attack, along with Clairvine and two others.

Gad was still passed out. The rest of them were all staring at him with hopeful eyes. Tom admired the discipline it must be taking to keep them from crying for rescue.

Getting beaten by orcs for every noise you make for several days will do that for you, he thought.

He quickly cut them free of their bonds and moved to Gad. The boy was still out cold. Tom had no idea what to do. He couldnt carry him through the Green, defend himself, and outrun the orcs. He thought about what to do as he cut him free of his bindings.

Gad! Tom whispered urgently, shaking him. Gad! Wake up, man! We need to go!

He paused when the young student girl, Sam, crept over and put her hand to his neck. She looked at him with tearful eyes.

No Tom said. Is he..? He couldnt even form the question.

The girl shook her head. Tom sat down heavily. He had gotten Gad killed. This would stain his soul forever. Sam grabbed his shoulder, tugging on him.

He let her turn him and found two of the group still waiting with her, both soldiers, neither particularly old. A pair had already fled into the woods, perhaps not trusting they wouldnt be caught again before they could escape. Tom wished them luck.

How are you all? Can you move? he asked them in low tones. They all nodded. He studied them for a moment, and they did indeed seem in one piece. He was no Healer. They likely had a bevy of minor injuries, just like Tom, but at least they could move.

Okay, lets go, he said, snatching up the sheath from where the orc had discarded it, and buckling it on to his belt. Stick together. He glanced at the sky. No way to tell how close to dawn it was, but they should have at least a few hours before the sun began its march across the sky.

Tom took one last look at Gad, lying on his back, covered in blood, his chest a mass of fleshy, open wounds. Goddess go with you, Gad Courser, he prayed. Then he fled from the sight, and from his guilt.

They crept back into the forest as a group. Initially, Tom led them back down the same path they had used to reach the river, assured that it led south. After he was sure he had his bearings and that they wouldnt be heard moving faster through the bush, he led them away at a tangent, heading more west.

It was all for nothing. The soldier began to drag on Toms arms, his legs unable to support himself. Within seconds, he collapsed in a heap, seizing and twitching. His face and throat had swelled up to horrific proportions and turned an ugly purple. He died within minutes.

They watched in horror, unable to do anything. The remaining soldier threw away the mushrooms hed grabbed as if burned by them. They stood in silence for several minutes after.

What..? What happened? Sam asked.

Tom wiped his hand down his face before replying. Another person killed by my lack of forethought, he rebuked himself.

I have a skill that lets me negate poisons. Those mushrooms, well he gestured weakly to the soldiers corpse.

Sam and the soldier both paled even further. Suddenly, Sam perked up.

But you can still tell us what is and isnt safe, cant you? Youd just have to eat it first and tell us, right? The hope in her voice was painful. Tom couldnt blame her, the single mushroom hed eaten had done nothing for his hunger, even if the major health regeneration buff had soothed his raw wrists and bruised ribs. The fact that the hope of safe food to eat for her had completely overshadowed a gruesome death mere minutes before didnt surprise Tom at all. For that matter, the soldier was looking at him like a beggar looks at a gold statue.

Yes, I suppose so. Im sorry I didn't think of it sooner. This is all so new to me, you know? Tom explained.

We dont care, man. Do we? the soldier said. Goddess, man, lets find something we can eat!

They began to move again with purpose. The lure of food was a great motivator. Tom grabbed a few handfuls of the Sky Shivers before he left, stuffing them in one of his pockets.

For the next hour, as they travelled, they plied Tom with all manner of potentially edible finds, and he accumulated a growing number of random buffs.

Skill activated: Sweet Suffering (Passive).

Deaths Cheeks Berry Poison- Negated: Extreme buff to health regeneration. Duration: Short.

Shard Moss Poison - Negated: Minor buff to total health. Major buff to bone strength applied. Duration: Moderate.

Hunters Rest Mushroom Poison -Negated: Extreme buff to alertness. Extreme buff to stamina. Duration: Moderate.

Gods Eye Apple Poison -Negated: Major buff to mental fortitude. Low buff to health regeneration. Major resistance to illusion. Major buff to perception. Duration: Moderate.

Toms pockets quickly filled with a range of useful foods for himself. The horrific death of the soldier tempered his enthusiasm, but he was still in awe at the strength and utility of his Sweet Suffering skill. He would never have to buy potions so long as he could take trips into the Green. He could even just buy raw ingredients for poisons, or cheaper alchemical reagents with negative effects from the alchemists in Wayrest.

With the amount of random food they were trying, they quickly found some that were fit for the rest of the group to eat. Within an hour, they all had full bellies, Tom especially so. Not that he was complaining. He felt absolutely incredible with all the buffs stacking up.

With full stomachs and renewed energy, they continued at a much faster pace. As the sun neared its peak in the sky, Tom began to hope that theyd gotten away cleanly, or that the orcs had simply decided not to pursue them. As they crested a small rise after scrambling up a slippery escarpment, Toms newly enhanced ears and increased perception picked up the faint sound of howls and baying on the gentle breeze.

He froze in place, trying to discern how far away they were. Sam asked him why hed stopped, fear writ large on her face, and he shushed her.

There! he thought. Back down by the stream we crossed. Or at least he thought it was. It seemed about right, but he was no woodsman, and could only make a rough guess. If he was right though, the orcs were still a couple of hours behind them over the terrain theyd crossed.

Then he thought back to how quickly theyd moved through the Deep while burdened with captive humans. Dread settled in his stomach. They had to move. Fast.