Slave in the eatery: 2

All around are familiar faces, worn out faces, faces that are black and blue, faces that are drowsy, wearied and lost of all hope. 

We had been ambushed by Brynmawr. Those dishonourable, ungodly barbarians! They hiked their way to us when it was dark. The slave owner has called for our eatery to be destroyed as he no longer cares or wants us. 

They attacked from all sides of the eatery, giving us no place to hide, no place to prepare for a potential skirmish. They murdered the trolls at the front of the eatery with heavy lancea spears. The trolls went down with a thud that shook the eatery. They slaughtered all the hierarchy slaves, one by one with Katar daggers. The Warden tried his best to flee the bombardment but was caught by a giant mountain troll and propelled into a cell on the back of waggon. 

The bombardment lasted hours. The eatery was cracked and collapsed after the barbarians destroyed the eatery's infrastructure. Many slaves had been crushed. 

The ones that survived scattered themselves across the realm and went into hiding. The slave owner had set a bounty on anyone who survived, a bounty so high that bounty hunters across other realms took notice. 

I was able to vamoose out of the vicious attack. 

With this bounty lingering over my head, I travelled on foot and fled the scene as fast as i could. I spent the night, tucked away in an alleyway that smelt like the shit i used to serve those gruesome creatures. It was numbingly cold, very bitter and gloomy. I was restless in my effort to try and sleep. 

Summer came like an unwelcome house guest. 
A heatwave approached our realm and this made travelling beyond difficult. I had no boots to cover my bloody and crucified feet nor a hat or helmet to cover my face from the glooming high temperatures that spread throughout the realm. The roads i travelled on started to melt from the unbelievably high temperatures. Trees would burn in the unforgiving temperatures and fields turning a sickening parchment yellow. 

On a night where bounty hunters could be heard lurking from every region, I spot the most aggressive and cunning bounty hunter in our realm. Pyro Ditch. 

He has a reputation for being unhinged and unpredictable in his position as a bounty hunter. The slave owner would often call for his services when a member of his unholy council stepped out of line. He hasn't been seen for a while though as rumours say that he was fighting in the battle for Glasgow Rockfield, a ground that once belonged to a race of Elves but now has been taken over by dark spirits. 
Pyro would often be mounted on horseback. His horse was not of this realm. He rode a coal-black Belgian Warmblood. Its eyes were blood red and had teeth that could sink in and cut through thick layers of skin. 
Pyro is neither living nor dead. It's unknown what he is. He only has one purpose and that is to be the best bounty hunter in the realm. It's believed that he can't pass through sunlight and can only be seen when the skies have turned to gloom and shadows are free to roam the earth.  

Unfortunately, as the darkness continues to linger across the realm, it's difficult to tell where i'm heading too but i'm sure daybreak isn't too far ahead now as i can hear birds chirping and singing. 

Daybreak comes and it does not fill me with hope. My life has been altered. Am i still a slave? Do i continue on this long and winding road? 

All of a sudden i can smell something. A scent i'm all too familiar with. A scent that i thought i'd never get the whiff off again. A scent so powerful, it draws you in, it takes a hold of you and it's grip tightens and tightens as you draw nearer to it. Its stench is so foul that it's been known to drive living beings into absolute corruption. 

The smell of rotting flesh, incinerating woodlands and malting lava. These are the scents that were once outlawed in some realms due to air contamination. 

The sky is turning a moss green due to the contamination. 

It's a Blackwood eatery. 

Blackwood is stuck in the past. Technology and its advances had not yet reached them. The folk who live in Blackwood prefer to keep it this way because of what happened in the great city of Newport.

Technology once ruined the great city of Newport. 
Newport used to be a city that thrived on useless, dimwitted and inept beings. It once had the most eateries in the realm but soon, when technology was introduced to make the lives of all living beings in the area easier, things started to crumble and deteriorate. Establishments that once had bricks of strength beyond comparison would now lie in ruin as they fell apart day by day, month by month and year by year. 
The once blossoming city became an abandoned wasteland.
Newport couldn't cope with the influx of great technology and crumbled. 

As my pace slowly quickens, I feel like someone is following me but i can't see anyone when i turn my head. Could it be the contamination in the air that's affecting me? 

All of a sudden, i feel a sack being dumped over my head.

I can't breathe! 

I try to fight off this attack but i soon become motionless from the lack of clean air. 

I start to come around but before i can regain any sort of conscious thought or any clear vision, i make out, what looks to be, someone sitting on a chair in a small room, in the corner. 

The imposing figure starts to shout at me. "Wake the fuck up!" "I said wake up scum!" 

The being throws a pale of, what could only be described as, vomit infused water with blood that smells nauseating and almost death-like. 

I wake up and all i can see are lost faces. Faces that look exhausted and drained of any hope. 
I must be in the Blackwood eatery. Only one place can make someone look like that. 

i'm suddenly being chained up and being forced to make, what is apparently, high quality