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Day 2: Surprisingly no one woke me despite sleeping well past mid-day, I am hungry but my wounds have at least healed enough that I should be able to work. I sluggishly make my way out to the quarry and begin putting pick to stone. I spend the next 10 hours mining ore and running it to be processed. It is pretty good exercise and I'm already getting a bit proficient with it as simple as it is. I am damn hungry though it is almost too much to bear, but I would prefer to avoid another beating.

Day 3: Another day spent mining from start to finish though the night I decided to soldier up and do something about my hunger; they throw us in a cage with what they call "foodcubes" in plain sight. It doesn't look particularly appetizing, but I'm nearing the point where my fellow man is becoming a tempting way out of my agony. However the iron bars are in my path, I have no idea what I am doing but I am going to do everything in my power to figure out how to manipulate this lock and get the door open. After 4 hours well into the night I succeed. A fellow slave named Dirt sees this and demands their fair share in exchange for silence. We both eat to damn near being satiated on the hefty cube of unknown substance. It doesn't taste like much but I really do not care, neither did Dirt.

Day 4: My bruises are fading and I have decided that I am going to take advantage of my current circumstances. While this life is harsh, the Holy order is going to protect their investment and keep us alive as long as they can. This certainly beats the outside world on my own plagued with dangers. I am going to take this opportunity to get stronger in this safe but difficult environment and develop any skills that I can without arousing suspicion from my masters. Someday I will seek freedom or perhaps revolt against my currently unknown master. For now though it is time to continue putting pick to stone and processing the ore for this stone monstrosity.

Seems I made an error, if there aren't any cages available at night many are forced to have their hands bound to a post out in the elements for the night first come first serve. I won't have any opportunity to scavenge for food under these circumstances and in this position out in the cold it would be impossible to get any sleep. Fuck this, I am not spending the night out here. I am getting better with locks and I am going to see what I can do.

Day 5: Trying to pick a lock with your hands tied behind your back is quite difficult, but I am a persistent man. After 4 hours of attempts I managed to achieve my goal. I will do my best to be careful and see if I can find some food to steal or anything to give some respite.

I creeped over to a nearby slave barracks and the enforcers left a gold mine. There was a book on the holy order as well as two full jugs of water and actual meat. I grabbed it quickly and started making my way out to a spare cage. I guess they weren't full after all, bastards. Just as I was nearing my new accommodations for the night 2 enforcers broke through the door on alert. I was caught red-handed, defenseless I was beaten down immediately. The men once they secured me in a cage treated my wounds and left me. The dumb bastards had no idea I had stolen anything and left me with my just reward. It was absolutely worth the beating, this time I took it much better than previously. I ate and drank my fill and got some rest.

I awoke to the annoying enforcer demanding that I toil hard for Okran's mercy and serve his cause to repent my wicked ways. Okran huh, I wonder if he is a religious leader or a deity. Back to work. I'm getting tougher, I barely sustained any injuries in my last beating. These enforcers are complete fanatics, true believers constantly repeating their platitudes like a cult. One referred to Okran as "The Lord of Light" I guess he is a deity after all.

They fed us today, Despite some bruises to my left arm and leg from last night I am in an improved condition and no longer malnourished. I am going to take this opportunity to do some strength training by over encumbering myself with extra shackles while I work.

Dirt decided to defy the enforcers and received a heavy beating in the afternoon. I do not currently know her fate.

I'm paying more attention to my surroundings, the number of enforcers and a mental map of the quarry. Freedom lies up a large wooden ramp that goes across the quarry ramping from the center to a walled off encampment on the ridge with a portcullis entranceway. Seems the enforcers stay up there at night as well with men manning the wall in shifts. There is also a sectioned off area of the quarry with a relatively unguarded path up into the wilderness though it seems rare for people to get tasked in this area given its poorly protected nature.

The enforcers work quite hard to maintain their definition of order, almost comparatively to the slaves themselves. Seems like they are stretched thin, I have counted about 18 of them in total. The slaves outnumber them about 3 to 1.

They've taken to calling me "Saint" no idea why I certainly didn't come up with it, but it is better than having no moniker at all.

Dammit, got the post again tonight. I'll take my chances at nightfall to see if I can manage to steal anything.

Day 6: Picking the lock was effortless tonight even on the post; I managed to unlock my bindings on the first try. Its midnight now and the enforcers have mostly shuffled off to their quarters. If I take another beating so be it, time to see what I can find.

Pay-dirt again in the slave barracks, found some fish, water, and meat. There is one sleeping guard in the barracks, but I am getting better at sneaking. He even still has his weapon too. I stole the two-handed sword and his shoes from his sleeping body and stashed it away in a barrel on the 2nd floor. I think that is enough for tonight I am taking a spare cage and getting some rest. The guard was not happy when he came to in the morning, but he is not wise to my deeds nor my new stash.

I am getting used to this place, I do feel safe here and peaceful in the freedom from ambitions, there is a part of me that wishes to see more of this world and reclaim my dignity. I will continue taking advantage of my current circumstances, the absolute foolishness of these "enforcers" is so easy to exploit I do not feel any genuine danger.

After everyone settled down it was effortless to escape, I have a new goal. I intend to steal a set of armor from a sleeping enforcer one piece at a time. Tonight I managed to get a helmet unnoticed and I moved it to my stash. Guess it is the end of the first week, I do not know how many weeks or months I will be staying in this life but there are more ways I can grow here for now. My name is Saint, and I pretend to be a slave.

Slave start=Best start

Don't run away until you have at least 50 in every sneaky skill and 30 toughness/strength/athletics.

>>16013658

I'm surprised how captivating being a slave is. I started hoarding shackles that I unlocked and working with 6 extra sets in my inventory to gain a lot of strength, and getting my ass kicked on purpose.

I wanted another Kenshin thread but it just had to be done by the most faggot OP.

Does Dexterity have no effect at all on Martial Arts? Reading the description makes me think so.

>>16013550

You know you could've put days 2 and 3 into the body of the OP, right?

>>16013550

>I have no name

You do have a name. It's: the blogging cocksucker that can't use the catalog.

OP, I love Kenshi but the other thread has been up for a few days and it was made before the last thread even properly died.

Btw that thread is called "Kenshi Thread - Not a tl;dr storytime OP edition" isn't that ironic?

Your entire story –so far- can go into a single post on the other thread and should have.. sorry but your a faggot.

Report to holy nation for de-faggoting

>>16013550

Call me when it's not a stat grinding simulator with fuckall else to do.