Stories of the Untamed North (Vol 2. Chapter 1)
Welcome to Sahrat, the lawless town of the Untamed North.
Sorry it took so long for me to post another chapter of a volume but there I've done it with Chapter one of the second volume!
The volumes will be telling stories that are parallel to each other not in terms of time, but in terms of they all lead to a single moment. I really hope you enjoy this story. I'll write about different one's as soon as I'm done with this one!
I really hope you all enjoy the Untamed North
**Hey took extra time to make this chapter as there's lots of detail to be absorbed in it. Hope you enjoy and look out for Vol.1 Chapter two coming soon!**
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Sahrat was a very simple town. It was simple in the fact that anything went there and there was no ruler or law. The shanty buildings lay along a "U" shaped road. It was surrounded by Desert Mountains and the village resembled a cul-de-sac. There was very little vegetation. The fact that there was any vegetation at all was because there was a little water that ran underground.
The Jolly Ollie was a tavern in town that was known for the notoriety of the people that past through it. Al- Hadeef's Pirates Inc., a group of mercenary merchants from a country east of the Untamed North, were an example. This lawless bunch could get anything one desired, as long as it killed. They would trade in Sahrat, and all sorts of weapons would be acquired from them. They robbed large ships trading with other countries that passed through their shores. These men were ruthless, and were often the cause of bar fights. They were best left alone.
The Jolly Ollie Band, was also a force to be reckoned with. They were run by Jolly Ollie herself, a strong beautiful woman of Scandinavian descent. Although she didn't seem like much, everyone in town knew to be wary of her. She was the sharpest shooter alive and could have a bullet in your eye from 500 yards just for looking at her in the wrong way. Her blonde hair was short, with a bandana wrapped around her forehead. She wore glasses and always had a smile. Two guns were holstered on either hip. She also had two short swords which she kept sheathed in two cross shaped scabbards on her back. Her band of men was tough too. Roger was known as her second in command. He had been the first to lose his eye to her. Despite this, he became her friend and loyal follower. A few others in her merry little band were well-known like Assassin(No one knew how or when he killed, just that he had) , Billy the Goat (called this for his thin appearance, big years and trademark "goatee"), Snakes (A man that could be smiling with you one minute and killing you the next), Mura (A tribesman who was rumored to have ripped a lion apart with his bare hands), and Mary (The large barwoman who attended at the Jolly Ollie).
The two groups had never gotten along. Al- Hadeef was a shrewd and corrupt merchant. He always tried to overcharge Ollie, which led to a fight and then in the end an agreement. This happened every single time he frequented the town and sometimes, when negotiations went well, Al- Hadeef or one of Ollie's men, usually Snakes (Never Ollie herself), would do something to cause a fight. This was, according to Al- Hadeef and his men, one of the best things about Sahrat. The fights, whores, and brew that were in the town kept them coming many times within a year. It was rumored that Jolly Ollie may have been his only big customer. The business of buying the items (Mostly all his ammunition), plus the massive spending of the Pirates Mostly on all her whores and booze), was like a flow of money that seemed to just come out of one hand and go right back to the other in a circle. Hadeef would leave with his stock gone, and come back with more two months later only to repeat the same process again. Whenever the pirates were around, the neutral frequenters knew to stay out of the way because the negotiation process and number of altercations would escalate to higher than normal, which needless to say, was a lot even for Sahrat.
When Barkhat entered the town and saw the Pirates banner, he knew to keep his head low. He had never been involved in any large groups although he himself was a man for hire. He preferred the life of drifting and acquiring odd jobs. Barkhat was well liked between the two factions. He was known as a "jack of all trades." He could be hired for anything from banditry to repairing damaged weapons, to cleaning out toilets. His reputation was well established and his skills left him untouched. It was said that the little girl Barkhat traveled with was a mystic. She was of little stature with a thousand yard stare. Her eyes never seemed to be looking at anything on the planet. When she spoke to someone, it was always something that sounded like a heavily drugged person would say. It so happened that they passed the Jolly Ollie tavern when she said, "Barkhat, the beast is here. We have to help him." Barkhat looked at her. He had known of her talents since he had rescued her from rape two years ago. They had traveled together since and it was because of her that he was still alive. She had predicted many dangers that would have had his life ended ages ago. "Ezma, we are to help a beast?" Barkhat asked her. She gazed at him with those lifeless eyes and said, "The beast in the tavern." Barkhat sighed and said, "I hope you know what you're doing" and entered the tavern.
Murya gazed at his drink as he sipped on it. He was not very sociable these days and was irritated when a man and a young girl entered the bar. This was due to the cheers, greetings, and yelling that had erupted from certain people when the man entered. He caught the name "Barkhat." At only eighteen, Murya was hardly an adult. He had wandered the desert for a few months now and ended up in this town. "I would have never put a foot in this hellhole if..." he paused. The memory gave him shivers. He remembered saying goodbye to his best friend Aruna and the haste with which he had left. "If your father finds out, he'll kill you! Don't make him make that choice Murya... Just go! Please! I'll hold off the elder coming." Murya had run and never looked back. "I'll always remember you my friend" he said as he took another swig of his drink. He gazed again at the young girl and couldn't help seeing the death stare in her eyes. She stared back at him, with an emotionless stare and their eyes locked for a second, she seemed puzzled then looked away. "Sure is a creepy place" he thought to himself.
As he downed his drink, the barwoman came up to him from across the counter. She was huge, not in an overweight manner, but in a muscular way. She was broad shouldered and the dress she wore looked comical to him. It was a pink, European style dress, with a white heavily stained apron on her waist, but everyone could see the pistol resting in a holster on her left side, next to her ribcage. "Another one?" she asked in a gruff voice. "erm.. yea sure" he replied. She gazed at him for a second before sweeping his glass away and walking off. She returned a few seconds later with a glass full of the brew. "didn't take you tribals as the drinking type." Murya didn't even lift his gaze from the cup when he said, "Yea... neither did I." She looked at him and laughed a bit. "Life got you a bit down eh? " He gazed up at her but made no reply. "Best keep yer head down in this area... Not many of your kinsfolk here...cept Mura... but no one says a word to him cause... well... just look at him hahaha." Murya gazed to where she had pointed. He saw the imposing figure of the man. "He ain't a tribesman... may look like one but he ain't." Mary stared at him for a second and then said "Probably right... but I wouldn't tell him that if I were you... probably be the last words outta your mouth ever... before he stuffs you up a pirates arse and makes you to enter the door on the first left." Murya smiled at this remark, "I'll remember that" he said. She smiled at him and walked away.
A little man with a twitchy eye came to sit by him. He had a hooked nose and a triangular face. His hair was spiked all over his head. The man's mouth was full of a green substance resembling grass, which he chewed incessantly. His teeth were jagged and there were a few loose. He kept spitting and chewing as he sat. Although Murya was tall, this man was short even for regular standards. He calculated himself at around five feet and eleven inches, so this man had to be an average of five feet and two inches, "maybe even under five" he thought to himself. "Seen ya talking to my girl there tribey." Murya didn't mean to laugh, but the stifle came so naturally at the thought of this little wiry man walking hand in hand with the large muscular barwoman. The man seethed. Murya could see the anger on the man's face. He put his hand behind him and pulled out a dagger. No one else seemed to notice this. "Find that funny? Laughin at lil Snakes eh?" Murya now turned to him. An ice-cold stare in his eyes, fire running through his whole body... he was warming up and fast. His eye stayed fixedly on the other man's eyes. "I meant no disrespect. I'm sorry. If I were you though I'd put that dagger away." Snake's eyes widened in shock. "Wh.. wh... whaat?! Put the dagger away??!! And where do you think I should put it tribey?" Murya was now feeling the warm fire spreading through his whole body. "I think you should walk away now little man. My patience with you is wearing thin." Snake laughed so loud that the whole bar went silent. Everyone was staring at them now.
Murya could hear the clicking of weapons and the unsheathing of swords all around him. He had an issue removing his gaze from this little man though. He could see him perfectly. Something inside him was craving to lunge and rip this man apart but he was fighting the urge. "See everyone around you? they're going to rip you from limb to - urghf" Snakey didn't even get a chance to finish the sentence. Half a second and seven teeth later, he was on the ground ten feet away from Murya. Snakey was out cold, someone shouted "GET HIM!" and the fight ensued.
Murya felt as if he was watching his body move. He had unsheathed his blade and started punching and cutting through men. He was being hit as well but he couldn't feel the pain. The only thing he felt was the hot anger that made his body like fire and his eyes like eyes. It had possessed him. One man that came to him was hurled out the tavern door, another came from his left and caught a smashing uppercut to the chin with the hilt of Murya's blade. Someone else, probably a Pirate, lunged at him from straight ahead sword in hand high above his head screaming. Murya stopped the downward thrust of the blade with his own, headbutted the man, who was dazed after the colossal impact, and gave him a shoving kick in his midsection. These were just a few of the many. The man flew into two others and they all toppled over one another. He was just about to face the giant tribesman now. The man came in and Murya punched him hard on the left side of his jaw. The man turned but expertly landed his own fist on Murya's diaphragm toppling him over. The tribesman grabbed Murya by the scruff of his garment and reeled him upwards. Murya grabbed the man's shoulders and headbutted him. The man reeled but held on. He now had anger written all over his face. He headbutted Murya twice and Murya was then dazed. He felt a stab on his ribcage and searing pain ran through him. Right before the tribesman (Mura) was about to stick another blade in him, he heard someone yell "STOP!!."
Mura lowered his blade as Barkhat came to the man. "Ollie may I have a word with you and this man." Barkhat said looking at Ollie directly in the eye, trying to ignore her attractive womanly features. Ollie sighed and said fine! Bring him to my office Mura! Shrugging Mura dragged Murya to Ollie's office by the scruff of his garment's collar. Barkhat could hear the murmuring in the bar as they walked off. He walked over Snake's body. "He's not gonna be happy when he wakes up", he thought to himself. Al- Hadeef had gotten up and said, "Ollie you owe me three men! I'm taking it out of the money we negotiated on!" Ollie stopped and turned around. There was tension in the room. "We'll discuss this when I'm done with this lot Pirate." Hadeef looked into her eyes and her eyes only . They were cold and deadly, then she smiled at him. He sat down and resumed talking to two of his men. Murya was now recovering as he felt himself being dragged up some stairs. He looked up to see the tribesman holding him. He also saw a blonde lady looking at him with a smile on her face and striking blue eyes. "It's going to be a short life for you young man at this rate" she said, smiling at him. "You're in a lot of trouble!"
The volumes will be telling stories that are parallel to each other not in terms of time, but in terms of they all lead to a single moment. I really hope you enjoy this story. I'll write about different one's as soon as I'm done with this one!
I really hope you all enjoy the Untamed North
**Hey took extra time to make this chapter as there's lots of detail to be absorbed in it. Hope you enjoy and look out for Vol.1 Chapter two coming soon!**
***********************************************************************
Sahrat was a very simple town. It was simple in the fact that anything went there and there was no ruler or law. The shanty buildings lay along a "U" shaped road. It was surrounded by Desert Mountains and the village resembled a cul-de-sac. There was very little vegetation. The fact that there was any vegetation at all was because there was a little water that ran underground.
The Jolly Ollie was a tavern in town that was known for the notoriety of the people that past through it. Al- Hadeef's Pirates Inc., a group of mercenary merchants from a country east of the Untamed North, were an example. This lawless bunch could get anything one desired, as long as it killed. They would trade in Sahrat, and all sorts of weapons would be acquired from them. They robbed large ships trading with other countries that passed through their shores. These men were ruthless, and were often the cause of bar fights. They were best left alone.
The Jolly Ollie Band, was also a force to be reckoned with. They were run by Jolly Ollie herself, a strong beautiful woman of Scandinavian descent. Although she didn't seem like much, everyone in town knew to be wary of her. She was the sharpest shooter alive and could have a bullet in your eye from 500 yards just for looking at her in the wrong way. Her blonde hair was short, with a bandana wrapped around her forehead. She wore glasses and always had a smile. Two guns were holstered on either hip. She also had two short swords which she kept sheathed in two cross shaped scabbards on her back. Her band of men was tough too. Roger was known as her second in command. He had been the first to lose his eye to her. Despite this, he became her friend and loyal follower. A few others in her merry little band were well-known like Assassin(No one knew how or when he killed, just that he had) , Billy the Goat (called this for his thin appearance, big years and trademark "goatee"), Snakes (A man that could be smiling with you one minute and killing you the next), Mura (A tribesman who was rumored to have ripped a lion apart with his bare hands), and Mary (The large barwoman who attended at the Jolly Ollie).
The two groups had never gotten along. Al- Hadeef was a shrewd and corrupt merchant. He always tried to overcharge Ollie, which led to a fight and then in the end an agreement. This happened every single time he frequented the town and sometimes, when negotiations went well, Al- Hadeef or one of Ollie's men, usually Snakes (Never Ollie herself), would do something to cause a fight. This was, according to Al- Hadeef and his men, one of the best things about Sahrat. The fights, whores, and brew that were in the town kept them coming many times within a year. It was rumored that Jolly Ollie may have been his only big customer. The business of buying the items (Mostly all his ammunition), plus the massive spending of the Pirates Mostly on all her whores and booze), was like a flow of money that seemed to just come out of one hand and go right back to the other in a circle. Hadeef would leave with his stock gone, and come back with more two months later only to repeat the same process again. Whenever the pirates were around, the neutral frequenters knew to stay out of the way because the negotiation process and number of altercations would escalate to higher than normal, which needless to say, was a lot even for Sahrat.
When Barkhat entered the town and saw the Pirates banner, he knew to keep his head low. He had never been involved in any large groups although he himself was a man for hire. He preferred the life of drifting and acquiring odd jobs. Barkhat was well liked between the two factions. He was known as a "jack of all trades." He could be hired for anything from banditry to repairing damaged weapons, to cleaning out toilets. His reputation was well established and his skills left him untouched. It was said that the little girl Barkhat traveled with was a mystic. She was of little stature with a thousand yard stare. Her eyes never seemed to be looking at anything on the planet. When she spoke to someone, it was always something that sounded like a heavily drugged person would say. It so happened that they passed the Jolly Ollie tavern when she said, "Barkhat, the beast is here. We have to help him." Barkhat looked at her. He had known of her talents since he had rescued her from rape two years ago. They had traveled together since and it was because of her that he was still alive. She had predicted many dangers that would have had his life ended ages ago. "Ezma, we are to help a beast?" Barkhat asked her. She gazed at him with those lifeless eyes and said, "The beast in the tavern." Barkhat sighed and said, "I hope you know what you're doing" and entered the tavern.
Murya gazed at his drink as he sipped on it. He was not very sociable these days and was irritated when a man and a young girl entered the bar. This was due to the cheers, greetings, and yelling that had erupted from certain people when the man entered. He caught the name "Barkhat." At only eighteen, Murya was hardly an adult. He had wandered the desert for a few months now and ended up in this town. "I would have never put a foot in this hellhole if..." he paused. The memory gave him shivers. He remembered saying goodbye to his best friend Aruna and the haste with which he had left. "If your father finds out, he'll kill you! Don't make him make that choice Murya... Just go! Please! I'll hold off the elder coming." Murya had run and never looked back. "I'll always remember you my friend" he said as he took another swig of his drink. He gazed again at the young girl and couldn't help seeing the death stare in her eyes. She stared back at him, with an emotionless stare and their eyes locked for a second, she seemed puzzled then looked away. "Sure is a creepy place" he thought to himself.
As he downed his drink, the barwoman came up to him from across the counter. She was huge, not in an overweight manner, but in a muscular way. She was broad shouldered and the dress she wore looked comical to him. It was a pink, European style dress, with a white heavily stained apron on her waist, but everyone could see the pistol resting in a holster on her left side, next to her ribcage. "Another one?" she asked in a gruff voice. "erm.. yea sure" he replied. She gazed at him for a second before sweeping his glass away and walking off. She returned a few seconds later with a glass full of the brew. "didn't take you tribals as the drinking type." Murya didn't even lift his gaze from the cup when he said, "Yea... neither did I." She looked at him and laughed a bit. "Life got you a bit down eh? " He gazed up at her but made no reply. "Best keep yer head down in this area... Not many of your kinsfolk here...cept Mura... but no one says a word to him cause... well... just look at him hahaha." Murya gazed to where she had pointed. He saw the imposing figure of the man. "He ain't a tribesman... may look like one but he ain't." Mary stared at him for a second and then said "Probably right... but I wouldn't tell him that if I were you... probably be the last words outta your mouth ever... before he stuffs you up a pirates arse and makes you to enter the door on the first left." Murya smiled at this remark, "I'll remember that" he said. She smiled at him and walked away.
A little man with a twitchy eye came to sit by him. He had a hooked nose and a triangular face. His hair was spiked all over his head. The man's mouth was full of a green substance resembling grass, which he chewed incessantly. His teeth were jagged and there were a few loose. He kept spitting and chewing as he sat. Although Murya was tall, this man was short even for regular standards. He calculated himself at around five feet and eleven inches, so this man had to be an average of five feet and two inches, "maybe even under five" he thought to himself. "Seen ya talking to my girl there tribey." Murya didn't mean to laugh, but the stifle came so naturally at the thought of this little wiry man walking hand in hand with the large muscular barwoman. The man seethed. Murya could see the anger on the man's face. He put his hand behind him and pulled out a dagger. No one else seemed to notice this. "Find that funny? Laughin at lil Snakes eh?" Murya now turned to him. An ice-cold stare in his eyes, fire running through his whole body... he was warming up and fast. His eye stayed fixedly on the other man's eyes. "I meant no disrespect. I'm sorry. If I were you though I'd put that dagger away." Snake's eyes widened in shock. "Wh.. wh... whaat?! Put the dagger away??!! And where do you think I should put it tribey?" Murya was now feeling the warm fire spreading through his whole body. "I think you should walk away now little man. My patience with you is wearing thin." Snake laughed so loud that the whole bar went silent. Everyone was staring at them now.
Murya could hear the clicking of weapons and the unsheathing of swords all around him. He had an issue removing his gaze from this little man though. He could see him perfectly. Something inside him was craving to lunge and rip this man apart but he was fighting the urge. "See everyone around you? they're going to rip you from limb to - urghf" Snakey didn't even get a chance to finish the sentence. Half a second and seven teeth later, he was on the ground ten feet away from Murya. Snakey was out cold, someone shouted "GET HIM!" and the fight ensued.
Murya felt as if he was watching his body move. He had unsheathed his blade and started punching and cutting through men. He was being hit as well but he couldn't feel the pain. The only thing he felt was the hot anger that made his body like fire and his eyes like eyes. It had possessed him. One man that came to him was hurled out the tavern door, another came from his left and caught a smashing uppercut to the chin with the hilt of Murya's blade. Someone else, probably a Pirate, lunged at him from straight ahead sword in hand high above his head screaming. Murya stopped the downward thrust of the blade with his own, headbutted the man, who was dazed after the colossal impact, and gave him a shoving kick in his midsection. These were just a few of the many. The man flew into two others and they all toppled over one another. He was just about to face the giant tribesman now. The man came in and Murya punched him hard on the left side of his jaw. The man turned but expertly landed his own fist on Murya's diaphragm toppling him over. The tribesman grabbed Murya by the scruff of his garment and reeled him upwards. Murya grabbed the man's shoulders and headbutted him. The man reeled but held on. He now had anger written all over his face. He headbutted Murya twice and Murya was then dazed. He felt a stab on his ribcage and searing pain ran through him. Right before the tribesman (Mura) was about to stick another blade in him, he heard someone yell "STOP!!."
Mura lowered his blade as Barkhat came to the man. "Ollie may I have a word with you and this man." Barkhat said looking at Ollie directly in the eye, trying to ignore her attractive womanly features. Ollie sighed and said fine! Bring him to my office Mura! Shrugging Mura dragged Murya to Ollie's office by the scruff of his garment's collar. Barkhat could hear the murmuring in the bar as they walked off. He walked over Snake's body. "He's not gonna be happy when he wakes up", he thought to himself. Al- Hadeef had gotten up and said, "Ollie you owe me three men! I'm taking it out of the money we negotiated on!" Ollie stopped and turned around. There was tension in the room. "We'll discuss this when I'm done with this lot Pirate." Hadeef looked into her eyes and her eyes only . They were cold and deadly, then she smiled at him. He sat down and resumed talking to two of his men. Murya was now recovering as he felt himself being dragged up some stairs. He looked up to see the tribesman holding him. He also saw a blonde lady looking at him with a smile on her face and striking blue eyes. "It's going to be a short life for you young man at this rate" she said, smiling at him. "You're in a lot of trouble!"
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