David Bishop and the Mystic of Creation T.C. Crawford (icecream ebook reader txt) 📖

position to help them. I can’t turn my back on them now, not after all they’ve risked to free me.” said David, his jaw set and a look of determination in his eyes.

“Please…” he added, grabbing Erin’s hands in his own.

Erin looked over at Tyrius and shrugged, smiling.

Tyrius let out a long sigh and after a moment of silence and much internal debating, finally caved in and agreed to help in whatever way they could.

If they were going to inspire a rebellion without sacrificing too much time from David’s main quest, they would need to get started immediately and had no time to spare.

They spent the rest of the day plotting out their course of action.

They determined that in order to get the message around they would need to send out small groups of rebels to infiltrate the population and spread the word quietly that the warrior from legend had come to free them from their oppression. In addition, David would reveal himself to small, isolated groups of the strongest believers. His appearance would reinforce the rumors going around town that the bearer of the Orb had in fact arrived to lead them out of bondage, and the news would spread throughout the city like wildfire.

It was important that they remain careful with who they reveal the information to, as it would be unwise to try to solicit those who were loyal to the Guild or the Wolf Guard – as some, hard to believe as it was, were happy with the way things were being run.

For some, the reduced crime due to the fear of retribution was enough to keep them content. For others, it was the increased business they earned from being located close to the headquarters in the central part of the city where most of the wealthy people took up residence to have their voices heard by the Guild and the Wolf Guard as well as to remain under their protection.

If any of these people were to find out about their plot, and the knowledge that they had David still hidden within the city, they would certainly go running to the Wolf Guard and Guild in order to betray their cause in hopes for a sizeable reward.

Once they decided what they needed to do to spread the word to as many people as they could without risking being exposed, they started to plan their uprising.

“How long do you think you will need to gather enough people to make a large enough force?” asked Tyrius, ever conscious of their main task and how it was being delayed.

“It should only take a day or two max. Word spreads quickly in the slums, we are all living so closely and have a very interconnected network used for spreading information – mostly for keeping everyone informed of important events happening in the city that may affect us, or when there is a group of Guild members or Wolf Guard headed our way causing trouble – that way we can always stay ahead of their moves.” replied one of the leaders named Natan.

Like most of the men and women in Brineport, he was dark skinned, with bright eyes and short, jet black hair. He was roughly middle aged and thin, but healthy, his muscles cut like chiseled rock from a lifetime of manual labor on the docks moving supplies to and from the fishermen to the storehouses for salting.

People in Natan’s status were never allowed on the boats – they were only for the wealthy. They were the ones who owned and manned the ships, taking them out to sea for long expeditions and bringing back their catch of thousands of fish and, sometimes, whale.

It was a lucrative business, as it supplied the majority of the meat to the city, and those who controlled the food supply, controlled the wealth. The first of the selections would always go to the Wolf Guard, then to the Guild members, before reaching the owners and their friends and families. Finally, the last of the scraps, and always the worst quality, went to the slums.

Like most of the population, Natan had been born and raised in the slums and lost his parents in a similar uprising when he was young, forcing him to live off the streets and depend on the care and help of the community around him to survive.

They all worked together like one large family, always helping one another as needed, never having much but always willing to share with those in need. It was a simple life, but hard, not just on the body, but also on the spirit. It was common for men and women to be taken away on a whim, without any cause or reason, by the Wolf Guard – most never being seen or heard from again.

This is what led Natan to begin recruiting the other rebels and begin their resistance. For their people, their children, and for their future to be free of such uncertainty.

“Once we have word that the people are with us, we will spread the word for everyone to prepare to gather in the three main marketplaces, the North Sector, the Eastern Sector, and the Western Sector by the fish market. That will have the central headquarters surrounded when we begin our strike.” said Natan, pointing to a small makeshift map he had drawn in the sandy floor.

“Do your people have enough weapons to support this kind of rebellion?” asked Tyrius, concerned of the prospect of arming thousands of people living in poverty with weapons effective enough to take on a militarized Wolf Guard and Guild consisting of trained warriors and seasoned fighters.

“We will have them covered, yes.” said Natan, “We have many tools we use throughout the city –fishhooks, harpoons, shovels, axes, hammers, and some swords we have managed to pick off over the years.” he said, smiling.

Tyrius, Erin, and David shared equal looks of concern. Fishhooks and harpoons were effective tools for their trade, but to use them against the Wolf