Joseph huffed, his armor rattling on him as he walked through the wet, dark cave system. He was dressed appropriately for a warrior. A sword was snug in its hilt on his right hip and the leathers that he wore were well-maintained and polished. The man's shoulders were broad and his chest threatened to practically burst out of the shoulder harness that was holding the leathers together. His nipples and pectorals were free on the armor, the nubs sticking out due to the cool cave winds blowing across them. A smattering of black hair led down towards his crotch, highlighting the abs that had developed. He had no armor covering his shoulders. The strap that kept the armor on his non-sword arm swept underneath his arm pit and connected to a back ring of the harness.
The job was going to be one like any other. As a mercenary of the top guild in the city of Wallin, he had his pick of whatever he wanted. If there was a job that was below the range he was willing to accept pay for or he did not want to do a specific quest, he could turn it down and continue looking for work. It was nice to finally be in a comfortable enough position to have the luxury of choice and Timber was reeling in it.
"The fact I even accepted this one shows I still don't pick correctly," Joseph groaned to himself as he stepped over a puddle at his feet. He was deep into the cave now, but luckily he had a scroll in his pocket that he could cast to find his way back. An easy spell and purchased by a trusted vendor. There was one time where Joseph cornered a few massive beetles that needed to be killed and he pulled out his scroll only to see that the vendor did not truly know how to write a spell. Whenever he uttered the words on the paper, the magic that came out of his right hand fizzled and Joseph had a tough time getting out of that scrabble.
His leather greaves were just as maintained as the top. His cock and balls were comfortably tucked away inside the hard leather codpiece and he enjoyed the mobility that the leathers provided. His boots echoed on the wet rock as he walked, a torch in his left hand which illuminated the path forward.
The cave's twists and turns meant that the scroll in his satchel was the only thing that would lead him back to the entrance. The pathway through the cave was open enough to allow a cart through but the cart would probably only have enough room for one ox. There were some parts of the system that the broad shouldered warrior had to squeeze through and Joseph prayed that no monster was on the other side. Caution had to be on keeping the flame on his torch lit as well. If it went out, there would be hardly enough light to see.
A maiden asked him to search for her husband who went out into the caves and Joseph thought it would be an easy quest. Now he was looking for a missing person in a dark, miserable cave and fumbling through.
Continuing to walk, there was no idea of time in the caves. All that Joseph knew was the sound of his feet echoing on the rocks beneath his boots. Each step was a second but the warrior quickly lost count.
There was no sun to keep track of nor any particular sounds of bugs that could give hints if it was day or if it was night. Joseph's eyes scanned forward and he held up the torch in front of him. He could just make out the start of a fork in the cave. There was no indication as to where each way went but the left route opened wider while the right route started to close in.
"Hmm, seems neither route is more viable than the other...."
Joseph hummed thoughtfully to himself. He had no idea how long he had been walking in the cave, either. If he went down either path, there would be no guarantee that when he found his target that their journey back would not be long and tiring. Joseph reached for his satchel, his pectorals flexing for a moment and the sweat that was on the black hair catching in the torchlight. He rummaged through it until he found the scroll that he was looking for and with an unceremonious yank, he pulled it out of his bag. Looking over the spell, there were a couple of words written down in an ancient, forgotten language but spellcasters still stuck with what they knew.
The words were low and guttural and Joseph's chest rumbled with each one. They were so foreign that the warrior could hardly analyze what he was saying even as the words left his mouth. When he was done with the sentence, a faint glow appeared behind him. The teal dust hovered just above the floor of the cave and when Joseph blinked, it disappeared before fading back into existence. When Joseph turned around to face the magical path laid out for him, there was a small tingle in the back of his mind as if affirming him that he was going in the right direction.
Joseph took a deep breath in and closed his eyes. He could follow the magic as if it was a string leading him back the way he came. His mind was pulled away and he saw where the magic was leading him; to the entrance of the cave and out towards the town he came from. Seems the sorcerer and scribe of the scroll tethered the source of the spell at a small totem outside of his shop. It was sloppy compared to his other work but it would have to do. He took a breath in once again, centering himself in the present. He was far away from the entrance of the cave but the distance was not unsurpassable. He could keep going....
"MMMMMF!!!!"
Joseph froze. His ears perked when he heard the sound. There was movement as if something was rattling at the end of the cave. Joseph waited patiently for verification.
"Mmmmmf....grrrrumph!"
There it was again. It was muffled but it was there. As if someone was bound up. Joseph ignored the tingling in the back of his mind, the scroll urging him to turn around and go back to the entrance but he needed it for later. The sorcerer did say it would last for a day which would be plenty of time for him to get out of the cave with the husband in tow.
"Grrrrph!"
Speaking of....
Pulling out his sword, Joseph took the right path and started to walk forward with his torch in hand. He glanced around the new area and looked for any signs. Spiders enjoyed entrapping their prey in webs and bandits had plenty of traps that could ensnare a victim. Why wasn't the man yelling out? It sounded like he wasn't in pain anyway. Joseph did not let his guard down. If it wasn't the husband, whoever was in the cave may be lost anyway which would be good for business, too.
The fork started to slowly begin to open. The muffled sounds began to get a bit louder but they were still there and Joseph had his sword out and ready. He dared not call out to the voice. The element of surprise meant he could strike first if need be. Stealth got Joseph out of many precarious situations and this seemed like one of those times where he would utilize similar skills once again.
Joseph got further down the cave. His torch burned bright through the dark and illuminated the path forward and a sense of calm pragmatism washed over Joseph. He started to run down scenarios of what could be on the other side. Maybe there were bandits in the caves. It wasn't uncommon for travelers' things to go missing because of kobolds but they generally don't kidnap people. Human bandits could also be a possibility but they would have to live deep in the caves which was unlikely. The closest town was miles away which would mean if there were bandits, they would have to come out of the cave and then hike their way across the wilderness for basic necessities.
The muffled shouting started to die down the closer that Joseph got which only made the warrior's guard raise. He turned on his heel to squeeze through the narrowing opening before emerging into an open cave room. Joseph looked around the area. This was clearly the room where he heard the muffled yelling. The warrior looked around carefully, his heartbeat starting to increase. What if whatever it was watched him right at this moment?
Joseph looked behind him, upwards, and checked both his left and right. He did not hear nor see anything at first. That was until he heard the sound of wood scraping against the cave floor. Before Joseph could wheel around, there was the sound of inhalation and then a wet splort. On his bare skin was a pink goop. It seeped into his skin and found purchase before starting to migrate. Joseph's breath hitched and he grabbed the globule and tossed it onto the floor. He started to frankly check where he was struck and found no signs of pain but instead a deep warmth that spread throughout his body and into his muscles. There was a moment of hesitation but Joseph quickly readied himself for another attack.
Mimicks. An annoying monster but nothing more. Joseph had slayed plenty of them before and their powers generally vary. Some of them have claws and teeth while others utilize primal magics. Looking over his enemy, Joseph noticed there were none of these apparent traits on his target. The mimic had a long, slimy tongue that protruded from the now open chest and the wood appeared more put together and less rotted. It was big enough to fit someone snugly instead but for what purpose, Joseph did not know. People who fall victim to their antics usually lose a limb or more but this one appeared different. The appendages were not monstrous and clawed but instead gelatinous and flowed from the open mouth and out. There were teeth and they appeared sharp but Joseph did not detect blood and the teeth were along the rim of the chest rather than inside.
Joseph watched the chest carefully, especially the pink tendrils that functioned as its locomotion. One of them launched out towards him and Joseph anticipated the movement. He jumped out of the way. In the movement, Joseph dropped his torch which clattered down to the floor and still continued to burn.
The mimic gurgled as if annoyed that Joseph did not just take the blow before using its other tendril in another attack. The warrior utilized his momentum to try to cut the appendage but the mimic was quick and recoiled it back towards the chest.