Beginnings continued (Council of Therian)

19 Nov

PnilsBrooks ran quickly to a part of town which he had never travelled before. Pnils had warned him that only the worst sort of people ventured into those streets. Brooks had made his mind up, yet as he busted in the door of the Kraken’s Wake, he had to steady his nerve. The Kraken’s Wake was the worst bar in Shadowmire, and easily could have been the worst in all of Delphia. It was a dimly lit place, for people didn’t want to see what was going on or be seen doing it for that matter. The young man drew the gazes of almost everyone in the main room of the bar. It was obvious he did not belong there.

Fueled by anger and ignoring all the lessons Pnils had taught him, Brooks stormed up to the barkeep and demanded a drink. He slammed his fist down and glared at the barkeep, who never even acknowledged the newcomer. The barkeep wouldn’t waste his alcohol on someone who probably wouldn’t make it five minutes in the Wake.

“I want a drink now,” Brooks repeated, but the barkeep didn’t even flinch. The young man was so angry that he didn’t even notice the two men as they positioned themselves on either side of him. The men reeked of fish, sweat and cheap ale.

“Whatcha doing here, boy?” said one of the men. The few teeth he had were crooked and jutted out at strange angles.

“You made a mistake coming here alone,” the other added. Although he was lucky enough to have all of his teeth, he was in desperate need of a bath. Brooks wondered if the man slept on top of a heap of dead fish.

“Let’s see whatcha got that will make me not want to cut you,” the first continued. “Better be something good.”

Brooks felt the man on his right, Toothy, press a dagger into his ribs. The young man took a quick breath, and steadied himself. He was more aggravated than scared. Brooks believed that a fight would certainly slow down his agenda, although in truth his next actions would only expedite the process. Brooks slammed his forehead into the head of the man on his right. Almost simultaneously he shot his left elbow into the chest of the other man, Stinky, stealing his breath. His right arm caught the unconscious man and laid his head on the bar. The winded man on his left also had his head laid on the bar, but with enough force to also knock him out.  It all happened so fast that no one even seemed to notice, and two unconscious men laid on the bar was nothing new in the Kraken’s Wake.

The barkeep certainly noticed, and he had a drink in front of Brooks quickly.

“So what are ya wanting here, laddy?” the barkeep asked as he wiped the bar around the heads of the two men. “I can plug you in with the right folks.”

“I want someone gone,” Brooks answered. The man behind the bar looked at the two motionless bodies laid on his bar, turned his palms upward and motioned toward them. “I cannot do it myself. He is no common street thug. I cannot do it myself,” he repeated as he slightly lowered his head.

“Used to be that you could find a good assassin in here. Pricey tho. Everyone who used to be into that line of work now works for the city guard.” The barkeep laughed at the irony, but Brooks did not see the humor. “Anyway, now it’s just easier to talk to a certain someone about things like that.”


“You see that lil halfling?” the man asked as he motioned with his chin. It wasn’t polite to point, even in the Kraken’s Wake. Brooks jammed his hands into the pockets of the thugs, and laid the money on the bar. The two of them exchanged a nod, their business was done. Brooks wished he had not put his hands on the thugs, for now they too smelled like rotten fish.

The young man walked briskly to the booth where a very attractive female halfling sat silently. She was dressed in fancy clothes and wore expensive jewelry. Her eyes were done up with makeup that made them unnaturally beautiful, and the same went for her lips. She seemed very out of place in this bar; like she more belonged in the king’s court. It was obvious, even to Brooks, that she had power. She turned to him as he approached, and gave him an inviting smile. He paused for a moment before she motioned for him to sit.

“Need a bump, eh?” she asked as she swirled her drink around in tiny circles.

“A bump?” The phrase was new to Brooks, and he couldn’t hide his ignorance.

She chuckled, but not in a way that demeaned the young man. It was as though she thought the innocence of the young man was amusing and somewhat attractive. It was the second time in the same hour that someone had laughed at him, but this time it didn’t bother him. Women have a certain effect on young men, making them think a little less clearly at times.

“You just tell me who and what you are willing to pay.” She got right down to business. The halfling knew that nothing good ever came from outsiders lingering too long in this particular tavern.

“Pnils Silentstone,” Brooks stated clearly and without hesitation.

The name caused the little halfling’s eyebrows to rise. “A favored in the courts of Jericho. That will cost you dearly, my boy.” She was intrigued and fearful at the prospect of taking down one so highly esteemed in Shadowmire. It had to be worth the risk, and somehow she doubted the young man could provide. Also, no therians would dare go against the dwarven monk. They feared him, all of them, more than they feared even the king.

“I give you my life,” said Brooks confidently.

The halfling leaned in close to the young man, her breath ripe with fine wine. He could feel her breathing. No woman had ever been that close to Brooks and he found it seductive in a way. “If I wanted your life, I would have already taken it.” It was a statement of fact, and Brooks knew it. She sat back and took another sip of her drink. “No, it will take much more than that.” The halfling once again swirled her glass around as she eyed Brooks with those beautiful brown eyes.

“After he is gone, let me find a single item from the house then you can have everything; the land, the house, and everything inside.” Brooks felt like this was a reasonable price to pay for his unreasonable desire.

“Everything except the item which you seek, which is no doubt the most valuable of the dwarf’s possessions,” the halfling scoffed.

“Certainly it is the most valuable to me,” the young man admitted. “You see, it was a left to me by my father.”

The halfling gave a dismissive wave. She didn’t care about the boy’s father. ”It is yours to give? The house, the land, the property?” she asked mockingly.

“If he dies, it goes to me. He took me in, so it would indeed be mine to give.” It should have pained Brooks to think of Pnils dying. The dwarf had raised the young man, but Brooks was blinded by his need to get his hands on his father’s lantern. Brooks remembered little of his father. He was just a boy when the werewolf had killed his parents. Pnils had indeed taken Brooks in, as a son. Now it seemed to the young man that the dwarf was trying to keep him from learning about his real father. He was keeping Brook’s heirloom as his own. Brooks was forgetting the countless hours Pnils had spent training the young man in the ways of the monk. His youth had caused him to be blinded for a moment by anger, forsaking all of the good the dwarf had done and focusing only on the bad.  The halfling planned on seizing that moment.

“Then we have a deal.” The halfling produced a rolled up parchment from her sleeve and spread it out on the table. “Give me your arm.”

“A contract?” Brooks asked, hesitantly extending his arm.

“Of sorts. This is a blood trail map.” She ran her finger along his arm creating goose bumps. Then she quickly ran her fingernail across his skin, drawing blood. Brooks didn’t flinch, however. He had been trained to ignore pain. As the blood started to drip, she went on to explain, “This will now show me exactly where you are at all times. After our dealings are successfully completed, I will destroy this. But until then…” She let the threat hang between them. As Brooks watched the parchment, lines of crimson started magically creating a map. She quickly rolled up the map and said plainly, “We are done for now. Don’t just sit there and bleed.” A few awkward moments passed before she waved him away. “You are dismissed.”

Brooks left the Kraken’s Wake with a flood of emotions washing over him. He vowed never to return to the seedy tavern with its shady patrons. As he walked, the young man tried not to focus on the events he had just set in motion. It was already done, and he would pray for forgiveness another day. For now, he focused only on his father’s lantern.


Posted by on November 19, 2013 in Snippets from The Council of Therian


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6 responses to “Beginnings continued (Council of Therian)

  1. VOID RPG Admin

    November 22, 2013 at 7:10 am

    Very intriguing story. Didn’t expect the halfling!

    • Len

      November 22, 2013 at 9:38 am

      Thanks, Please let me know what you like and what you don’t like. I will be attempting to publish this, and need feedback.

      • VOID RPG Admin

        November 22, 2013 at 9:55 am

        The story line appears to have depth and complexity, as do the characters. This is inviting, because you want to learn about the characters and their motives. On the same note, the characters are too inviting about all their thoughts and motivations. I want to wonder at what they are trying to accomplish, and not have the writer spell it out for me. This takes away the mystery and I get bored. There is not much left to the imagination in terms of scenery, history, perspective…The scene itself is fairly generic in terms of the tavern in the bad part of town, and doesn’t need the descriptive detail. Describe things that are unique and draw on your own imagination and perspective. I struggle with this with my writing as well, and have had people in the past say that it appears that I am just trying to increase my word count by describing the unnecessary and having interactions that don’t support the movement of the plot. When I write now, I always ask the question – how does it advance the plot? If it doesn’t support my story line, then I cut it. Unfortunately, this has meant cutting out thousands of words from past stories. Hope that helps and look forward to the next writing piece! If this is helpful, then please shout out at me when your next blog is up…I’d be happy to review it and comment!!

  2. christinehaggerty

    November 22, 2013 at 12:10 pm

    Good to see you still in the game, Len. Keep up the drawings and the stories. You’re a busy man!

  3. Isaiah T. S.

    November 22, 2013 at 11:21 pm

    Hey hey. This was awesome! I can’t wait for the book. You’ll just have to break down and self-publish 😉 Whenever the day comes and however it comes about I’m in. 🙂

    • Isaiah T. S.

      November 22, 2013 at 11:26 pm

      Oh, And I’ve only read a few posts but I was glad to see the Halfling back. I forget her name though. And your Therians intrigue me a lot. But I do agree with Void RPG admin. I thought it was strange to see thoughts and emotions from two characters in one scene. It seemed like we started out in Brooks’ point of view and then lost it. But that is how I’ve been writing so it may seem strange to me because that is the only way I’ve written for three years. 😉


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