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Menshoo Kingdom 6:30am
A buzzing sound alarms throughout the entire Kingdom signaling the end of curfew and the start of the work day. For most homes of the kingdom they would send one member to the mines until they met their quota for the day. With sounding of the buzzer dozens of men woman and children of all ages headed down a worn out stone path that passed the gallows, a golden statue of the king, and a marble stone drenched in dry blood. Pikes serving as decorative fence held the heads of those sentenced to death most recently a pirate crew but the skulls of revolutionaries still remained. In the mines they would suffer back grueling work and dangerous conditions. Not all families were blessed with young healthy people do the labor some families only had one person they could send and day after day they worked in these mines until the day they died.
The revolutionary army had been watching this country for awhile and had sent agent here before. The people were so afraid that they had turned in the revolutionaries and had been awarded handsomely. Those who spread messages against the king had been rounded up and the dissident publically executed. With great care they had inserted Mickey into the country. He had been taken in as the nephew to an elderly couple. They got someone strong to work for them as well as financial compensation. But more importantly they had hope. The couple had both had family members killed at the hands of the royal guard and currently their daughter was missing and presumed dead, which was still odd because punishments were traditionally public.
Heading out with the rest of the group he had been able to switch his shorts out for pants but still had to where his sandals. Boots where considered luxury items and even though it was better for mining not people where able buy them. In order to better blend in Mickey went without.
The mine was a large area with many tunnels. During this time of day most soldiers were here or the ground of the palace. Everything was closely monitored in ordered to prevent theft of tools as well as materials. After a quick frisking from one of the guards Mickey stepped on to the first open scale. Taking note of his weight, name, and residence he represented. He was handed his tools and assigned a mine. But it was always the same.
“Well dam your luck be rotten, you got lucky number seven again.”
Mickey was easily one of the most recognized figures around the new comer who had immigrated just to help great aunt and uncle. Who was blessed with strength that allowed him to mine quickly. He was also a large target of abuse from the soldiers and those who ran the mine. His equipment was the worst they had and sometimes he wouldn’t get assigned a fool set. Mine #7 was the most dangerous of all the mines and should have been closed years ago. Even for the most experienced worker it was normally a one way ticket but it produced the best raw materials.
Giving a slight half smile he responded briskly “Rotten luck perhaps, but if I come out of it I give get an increased wage.” Rolling his eyes the man dismissed him.
Menshoo Kingdom 6:30am
A buzzing sound alarms throughout the entire Kingdom signaling the end of curfew and the start of the work day. For most homes of the kingdom they would send one member to the mines until they met their quota for the day. With sounding of the buzzer dozens of men woman and children of all ages headed down a worn out stone path that passed the gallows, a golden statue of the king, and a marble stone drenched in dry blood. Pikes serving as decorative fence held the heads of those sentenced to death most recently a pirate crew but the skulls of revolutionaries still remained. In the mines they would suffer back grueling work and dangerous conditions. Not all families were blessed with young healthy people do the labor some families only had one person they could send and day after day they worked in these mines until the day they died.
The revolutionary army had been watching this country for awhile and had sent agent here before. The people were so afraid that they had turned in the revolutionaries and had been awarded handsomely. Those who spread messages against the king had been rounded up and the dissident publically executed. With great care they had inserted Mickey into the country. He had been taken in as the nephew to an elderly couple. They got someone strong to work for them as well as financial compensation. But more importantly they had hope. The couple had both had family members killed at the hands of the royal guard and currently their daughter was missing and presumed dead, which was still odd because punishments were traditionally public.
Heading out with the rest of the group he had been able to switch his shorts out for pants but still had to where his sandals. Boots where considered luxury items and even though it was better for mining not people where able buy them. In order to better blend in Mickey went without.
The mine was a large area with many tunnels. During this time of day most soldiers were here or the ground of the palace. Everything was closely monitored in ordered to prevent theft of tools as well as materials. After a quick frisking from one of the guards Mickey stepped on to the first open scale. Taking note of his weight, name, and residence he represented. He was handed his tools and assigned a mine. But it was always the same.
“Well dam your luck be rotten, you got lucky number seven again.”
Mickey was easily one of the most recognized figures around the new comer who had immigrated just to help great aunt and uncle. Who was blessed with strength that allowed him to mine quickly. He was also a large target of abuse from the soldiers and those who ran the mine. His equipment was the worst they had and sometimes he wouldn’t get assigned a fool set. Mine #7 was the most dangerous of all the mines and should have been closed years ago. Even for the most experienced worker it was normally a one way ticket but it produced the best raw materials.
Giving a slight half smile he responded briskly “Rotten luck perhaps, but if I come out of it I give get an increased wage.” Rolling his eyes the man dismissed him.
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