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Zoe and the Outcasted (3)

Machination

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Zoe and the Outcasted

Chapter 3

Metal Among the Trees

Chaff was cloaked in an old robe that once belonged to Zoe’s father; hiding his unique appearance. He and Zoe made their way through the streets of Pinevale without any notice at all. They had considered making their way around the city, but decided it would be faster to cut straight through. Also, they hoped that Pinevale’s magical energies would drown out the power of the gauntlets. The minions did not dare attack inside the walls of the great city. Their reasoning was sound, and nothing bothered them.

However, they had to travel through dense forest to get from Pinevale to Locwood, the home of the orcs. The major road was dangerous, as many displaced orcs sought easy prey. A fourteen year old girl and a harvester would be no match for a group of robbers. So, the duo was forced to take their chances in the pine forest.

Both Zoe and Chaff were amazed at how beautiful the pines grew. The admiration did not last long before the minions of Rainor stormed over them. It was as though they had been waiting for Zoe.

There were thirteen of the winged beasts, and they ranged from tamarin to gorilla. Chaff ripped off his cloak and raised his bladed arms. Zoe raised her magically armored hands. The rubies encrusting the gloves glowed red, and Zoe herself seemed to radiate heat. The winged minions hooted and screeched at the display of magical power. Their excitement was short-lived.

From each gauntlet sprang a flaming whip, ready to do the girl’s bidding. Zoe spun her new weapons around, getting a feel for their length. One of the gorillas attempted to take the gauntlets, but he was met with lash after fiery lash from the whips. The other minions hesitated before staking their claim on the magic item. Chaff was not interested in letting them regain their composure. The harvester sprang on them with his scythe-like arms cutting several of the smaller monkeys down among the pine needle floor.

A few of the quicker, smaller winged monkeys manage to escape the carnage. A large and hairy orangutan with tiny wings was not so quick. Zoe wrapped him in her burning coils as he attempted to flee into the forest. The dying creatures cries could be heard in both Pinevale and Locwood.

The battle with the minions was over as quickly as it had begun. However, there was a new problem. The dried pine was igniting from the flames of Zoe’s gloves. She dispelled the whips with merely a thought, and started trying to put out the flames. Chaff used the old robes to smother the blaze, and eventually all of the fire was out.

Zoe and Chaff were exhausted and covered in soot and ash. They needed to rest, away from the still smoking remains of their forest fires. Chaff led them down a small trail. The trail ended at a strange, vine covered tree. Chaff leaned against the tree, and threw his head back into it.

Doink

The strange tree wasn’t a tree at all. Zoe started pulling vines away, while Chaff cut, In no time, they had uncovered a large metal humanoid. The sculpture must have stood nine feet high and carried a huge axe, which was half buried in the earth. Its legs were wide cylinders, like an elephants. The arms and torso seemed to have giant springs cleverly worked into the metal frame. Zoe could not get a good look at the face, it was too high.

“I wish he would lean down so I could see his face,” she pouted.

Chaff’s heart dropped into his stomach as the metal giant slowly dropped down to one knee. It put its face down at eye level to Zoe.

“Stay back, fiend!” Chaff tried to sound brave when he finally gained his composure.

“He won’t hurt us,” Zoe stated with a certainty that the harvester felt was unwarranted.

“You don’t even know if it is a ‘He’ at all.”

The metal titan turned to Chaff and spoke in a voice that was deep and strong. “I am a he.”

Zoe and Chaff spent hours asking the creature questions. Most normal people would have grown weary of answering the non-ending barrage of questioning, but this was a machination. He was created by Rainor during the War of Hoarded Magic. This particular machination, which Zoe named LJ, was clearing a path through the forest for the orc army when the war ended. He was left with no more orders, so he had been sitting and waiting for someone to come along and give him a purpose.

Zoe and Chaff had no problems giving him orders. Once they had learned of his purpose, they asked him to cut down a large pine tree. LJ readied his huge axe and turned his torso. The great spring inside groaned under the strain, but LJ continued to turn. Finally, in a motion so quick and powerful that Zoe and Chaff hardly registered it, LJ let the tension loose and sliced through the pine in one chop.

“Yeah, he can stay with us!” Chaff stated and they shared a laugh. Even LJ seemed happy to once again have something to do with himself.

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Posted by on May 21, 2013 in Penn's Diary

 

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Demon Wrought (Chapter One)

Larkin Dane

Demon Wrought

Chapter One

Traps

The Troy children in the city of Dorsi had their noses pressed against the glass of the windows. Each breath created a foggy patch, as the excited little faces peered out into the dark streets. The adults were all out celebrating a victory of some sorts, and the kids wanted to try to catch a glimpse of the action. The youngest child, bored with the lack of action at the window, danced to the music that could be heard throughout the entire town. He jumped up and down on the bed, swinging his arms in wild circles.

“Ouch, Paris!” Andromache squealed. The little boy had accidently hit his older sister while dancing.

“Sowwy,” Paris stated automatically, with absolutely no regrets or contrition.

“He is only three years old, Anne,” Helen, the oldest daughter, scolded. “It couldn’t possibly have hurt you.” The magic of the moment was lost, and the children moved away from the window.

Anne pouted for a moment, and then responded to Helen. “You may look like mommy, but you ain’t her.” She ran to her bed and jumped under the blanket.

“All of you need to be in bed; Pollux and Castor, you two especially.” Helen pointed at the twins. “You have a big tomorrow.” The two boys grumbled as they went to their beds. “Paris, stop jumping around and go to your bed.”

“I wanna sleep wit you!”

“You can sleep with me, buddy.” Priam grabbed Paris and gave him a big squeeze. “Let me talk to Helen for a minute and I will meet you in my bed.” Paris grabbed his crab toy and ran to Priam’s bed.

Helen shook her head, “He may as well not even have a bed if you are always going to let him sleep with you.”

“He won’t always want to be around,” Priam said as he escorted Helen out of the bedroom. “Just like you.” Helen looked confused. “I know you are planning on sneaking out again tonight, and I beg you not to go.”

“What do you know of it?”

“I know that since mom and dad started letting Hector go out during celebrations, you have been sneaking out as well.” Priam was calm; concern clear in his voice. “Hector is a young man, and that is a lot different than a young girl going out. The world ain’t right nowadays.”

Helen grabbed Priam by the arm. “You better not tell mom and dad,” she whispered sharply.

“I haven’t and I won’t,” Priam pulled his arm free. “But this is the last time. If you do it again, I am telling.”

*****

Ale and music flowed through the tavern, and the party had even spilled out into the streets. The Crab Trap had not seen this much business since Memkin had bought the former brothel three years back. The married women of the town had dubbed the whorehouse, “The Crab Trap” and Memkin decided he liked the name, so he let the name stand. It was only fitting since Memkin made some of the finest crab dishes on the coast. He stopped trying to keep up with his gourmet cooking on this night, and just churned out food as quickly as he could. Everyone was too drunk to even taste it anyway.

A group was dancing around the tavern, led by a handsome figure with slightly pointed ears and wavy hair. His motions were smooth as he spun the ladies of Dorsi around in twists and circles; a feat which enchanted the women, but make the men incredibly jealous. He was called Berg, and he had been a hero earlier that day.

Finally after many dances, Berg had to take a seat. He plopped down next to one of the soldiers who had fought beside him earlier that day. The man’s name was Randy, but from the look on his face Berg doubted that Randy knew his own name.

“You alright, Randy?”

Randy slowly turned his head toward Berg. “You know, man…” the smell of alcohol forced Berg to turn away. “… All you care about is fighting and fucking.”  Randy pointed his finger in Berg’s face while he still clutched a bottle of ale. “It ain’t right, man.”

“Ah Randy, it’s all you care about too. However, I am actually good at both of those things.” Berg patted the man on the leg and started to move along. “Oh, and don’t call it ‘fucking’; the ladies don’t like that.” Randy just nodded. He had already forgotten what Berg was talking about.

Berg was being called over to a table by man who happened to be sitting next to a beautiful woman. He decided to go on over. “Come here, Berg,” the man, Ricci, motioned for him to sit. Ricci was the leader of the city of Dorsi, but the women next to him was definitely not his wife. “So tell us exactly what happened on the bridge today.”

Berg shook his head, not wanting to give away any battle tactics. He attempted to diffuse the question politely, “A great victory for us.” He patted the table and stood to leave. Ricci grabbed his arm. Berg was so surprised by the action that he did not immediately react.  However when the man did not let go, Berg started to get angry.

Ricci pulled his hand from Berg’s skin, and rubbed it with his other hand; almost as if to warm it up. “I need to know what happened out there today.”

“If you want to talk to someone,” Berg spat, “Then you need to talk to Larkin. I ain’t telling you shit about what happened.”

“Come on, Berg.” Ricci coaxed. “Everyone knows that you are the brains of the operation. Larkin is just the muscle.” The woman next to Ricci reached out to stroke Berg’s arm, but he pulled it away without taking his eyes off of Ricci.

“Well, you can take that up with him.”

“Oh, I plan to.” Ricci smiled. “I plan to.”

*****

Larkin hovered over his wife, Dani, as she lay on her back in their bed. She chewed on her bottom lip as he stared into her eyes. Larkin always made her nervous when he looked at her like that. “Was it alright?” she asked, just like she did nearly every time the two made love.

“Perfect,” Larkin answered. “You are perfect for me.” He raised himself higher and kissed her on the forehead. His necklace swung and hit Dani in the chin. The two of them shared a laugh.

Dani grabbed the charm on the necklace, and studied it once again. It had been a while since she had really looked at it. “I still don’t understand why you wear this thing.” She ran her fingers over the whale etched on the medallion. “I mean, daddy gave you a charm but you never wore it.”

Larkin laughed. “Your dad gave me a pineapple charm that was the size of my hand.” He put his hand on Dani’s chest. “You know as well as I do that he only got me that because it was expensive.”

Dani feigned offense. Then she laughed, “It was so gaudy. Man, that thing was hideous.”

Larkin rolled over onto his back and looked at his whale medallion. “This means something, baby.”

“I know. I just hate that it is the symbol of the Knights.”

“The whale represents gentle strength, which is what this city is known for.” Larkin was talking to himself, just as much as he was to Dani. “Gentle strength. The Knights of the Coast were once the epitome of that strength.” Larkin dropped the necklace back down to his chest and looked Dani in the face. “Some of the knights I saw today had skulls on their shields and armor.”

“What exactly does that mean?”

“It means they are no longer even trying to hide their demonic nature.”

*****

 “So your dad was a demon?” a young man asked Berg. Apparently the ale had made everyone forget themselves.

“I am sorry, boy,” Berg said perplexed, “What is your name?”

“Hector.”

“Well Hector,” Berg decided to hand out life lessons, “It is probably past your bedtime, and you really need to calm down on the ale. However, since you so rudely jumped right into my life story; I will tell you.” Hector smiled wide. “I seriously hope you have nightmares from this,” Berg added. “Seriously.”

 

 
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Posted by on May 19, 2013 in Penn's Diary

 

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Zoe and the Outcasted (2)

Chaff

Zoe and the Outcasted

Chapter Two

Realizations

Zoe woke in her bed, covered in her favorite blanket. She had forgotten how much she had missed her missed her own things. The war had stolen the simple joys of life as well as taken her parents. Zoe remembered the gauntlets her father had left for her. She pulled her hands from under the folds of the blanket, but they were bare. Had it all been a dream? 

“Your gloves are safe, Lady Zoe.” The gentle breeze-like voice stated.

Zoe smiled and scanned the room for the straw groundling who had sworn loyalty to her. “Where are you? I thought it had all been a dream. I am so glad it wasn’t.”

“I am afraid that it may be more like a nightmare, my lady.” Although the voice was the same, the figure that slipped from Zoe’s closet was nothing like the jolly little halfling creature that had presented itself earlier that day. The girl could not hide her shock. “I know. I know,” he put up his smaller, more humanoid hands in a submissive manner. “I can only take the form of a halfling for an hour or so a day.”

“My father’s gift to you, in exchange for your loyalty?”

The groundling nodded. He had two long arms which ended in sickles. They scraped the ground as he made his way to stand in front of Zoe. “My name is Chaff.” As he got closer, the girl could make out the almost demonic look of his face. “I am a simple harvester, or at least I was before your father found me.”

 Chaff handed Zoe the gauntlets and a piece of rolled parchment. “What does it say?” the girl asked as she once again donned the gloves.

“I don’t know,” Chaff said ashamed of himself.

Zoe jumped off the bed and patted the groundling on the head. “We will fix that, in time.” She knelt beside Chaff and unrolled the parchment on the floorboard of her room. “It says that father wants me to seek out a mage. He wants one of these people to take me on as an apprentice.” Zoe pointed at the list of names. “Here it lists seven mages.”

“These are names?” Chaff tapped the list with his small hand. “Your father was teaching me how to write my own name before he…” the groundling cleared his throat, then quickly changed the subject. “What are the names?”

“All of these people are either dead or missing.”

Suddenly, a figure blocked the sunlight as it appeared in Zoe’s bedroom window. It was a small monkey, but it had large bat-like wings sprouting from its back. The beast gave a scream, and jumped down into the room. Chaff forced Zoe behind him, keeping himself between monkey and girl. The winged simian quickly moved its head from side to side, trying to get a look at the gauntlets.

It ventured too close to the groundling, however. Chaff cut the monkey into three pieces with his scythe hands. Zoe stifled a scream. There was so much more blood than she expected. Chaff turned to make sure that she was not harmed in any way. Once he determined that she was alright, he searched through the small bag which was slung around the monkey’s back.

“Trinkets,” Chaff stated as he closed the bag. “Former magic items that have lost their power. We can still sell them and get what we can.” Zoe had not moved since the attack. “Are you going to be alright?”

The girl nodded, but it was not convincing. “What was that? Why did it attack us?”

“It was a minion of Rainor. Your father warned me that this could happen.” Chaff walked through the house as he spoke. He was shoving clothes into a bag. “They were sent out during the war to steal magic items for Rainor. This little guy was just following orders.”

“But Rainor is dead!”

Chaff lacked Zoe’s certainty. “Still, orders from a dead man are still orders. They were never instructed to cease their searching, so they come.”

“Why now? The gauntlets have been here for years.”

“I kept their powers hidden. When you put them on, the magical energies called out to all of the minions.” Chaff grabbed Zoe’s hand. “We need to move. There will be more coming after you.” Zoe cringed. “It is alright; I will protect you.” The girl relaxed, but only a little. “Are there no mages left on that list? Anywhere that we go?”

“They are all dead,” Zoe said sadly. Chaff shook his head. “Wait,” Zoe said with excitement in her voice. “We can go and speak with Lanie of the Yellow Hand.”

“The orcs?”

“She will help us,” Zoe took the packed bag from Chaff. “I am certain of it.”

 
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Posted by on May 17, 2013 in Penn's Diary

 

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Zoe and the Outcasted

Zoe

Zoe and the Outcasted

Chapter One

The Safety of Straw

Zoe had finally been allowed to return to her home near Pinevale, but it was a bittersweet homecoming. Her Pa had been killed or absorbed or whatever the cruel Rainor did to the magic users of Delphia. Zoe’s Ma fought beside the brave men of Pinevale as they battled the orcs of Locwood. She died on the battlefield. Zoe figured it was probably best; she wouldn’t have been much good without Pa anyway. Strange how war could make a fourteen year old girl believe that death was somehow preferable to life, but war changed a lot of things.

For the past three years, Zoe had stayed in Dundersnuff. The quick thinking of her Ma had gotten her into the dwarven city before they sealed the gates. She was eleven when she watched the mountain gates seal her in. Zoe knew how lucky she had been not to be on the other side of that gate. How many children my age are out there being hunted by orcs, trolls, and therians? The only thing she was unhappy about in Dundersnuff was the complete lack of magical learning. In fact, the dwarves seemed to almost frown on the use of magic; unless it was poured into an item. 

Zoe had been home for two full weeks, and she finally mustered up the courage to go into her father’s old laboratory. It was the only room left to be cleaned and cleared. She was not excited about entering the room where her Pa had been taken. At least her Ma had died a glorious death; but there was no way of knowing how her Pa had gone from the world. 

Was he tortured? Was he even himself when it was all over? What had Rainor done to him? 

There were no answers in the empty lab; simply heavy dust laid over a neat work area. Ma had not gone in there either, apparently. Zoe played out so many scenarios as she stood in the doorway of her Pa’s room. A light knock on the floorboard caused her to sink down into a squatting position and cover her mouth to keep the scream from escaping. She scanned the room, looking for some kind of weapon to defend herself. Nothing. Had Rainor taken everything? Rainor; the name caused her even more fear. No! He has not been seen or heard from in two years.

A second knock. This time Zoe was watching closely and was able to determine exactly where the sound had originated. A third knock caused the dust to separate; clearly showing the outline of a small hidden door. Hope sprang up in the young girl’s soul. Pa? Could he have survived? Of course he could have; he was a mage! 

Zoe ran to the small door, dug her fingers into the crack and flung it open. Inside the hole was a pile of straw. Zoe plunged her hand into the straw; not even sure exactly what she hoped to find. To her surprise, the straw grabbed her back. Zoe threw herself backward from the hole, but the straw followed. Once the pile of straw was out of the hole, it started to take the shape of a halfling. The creature’s hair remained straw, and it flowed down his back. He also wore a chest piece of thick straw over his dirty brown clothing. 

“You must be Zoe,” the straw groundling said in a whispered voice that sounded like the wind blowing through the leaves. Zoe was so confused, and it must have shown on her childlike face. The groundling continued, “I am sorry about your father. He was a great man.”

You knew my Pa?” Zoe asked, although she realized how stupid the question was as soon as it escaped her lips. Of course he knows Pa; he didn’t get under his floor unknowingly.

“We were friends. He asked me to protect you.” The groundling lowered his head and continued, “If you have awakened me, then he is gone.”

“He is.”

“Then these belong to you,” the straw creature reached back down into the hole and withdrew a pair of ruby encrusted gauntlets. He handed them over to Zoe and stated. “I am now your servant, in accordance with the covenant I struck with your father. I will guard you until you free me of that duty.” 

The gloves were way too large for the fourteen year old girl’s hands. They were obviously her Pa’s. The thought made her smile as she slipped her hands into the gauntlets. Immediately, they shrunk down to fit her hands. Zoe could feel the magic flow into her hands and then burst throughout her entire body. Since the war, magic items were almost non-existent; yet here she stood with her father’s magic coursing through her. It was more than she could have hoped for, but it was too much all at once. 

The straw groundling caught her before she passed out on the dusty floor. 

 
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Posted by on May 16, 2013 in Penn's Diary

 

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Chrysalis

A God-given niche of refuge, a solace to reflect

The inner walls are mirrored, acceptance or neglect?

Silken strands of doubt and fear embrace my pupal state

Forced to face my faults and flaws, to identify my fate

Alone here in my solitary shell, my eyes stare back at me

I see my wings unfurling, and what I’m meant to be

The new me is so different, so fresh yet I remain

I find my cocoon affable, the outside could and vain

Parts of me still inside, yet fractions broken free

Never seeming to complete the metamorphosis of me

I find too many still trapped in their cocoons

And I have yet to spread my wings

We are all in unique stages

Of the shift aurelia brings

 
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Ties That Bind (Chapter 6)

Calidorn

Runt of the Litter

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Ties That Bind

Chapter 6

Alliances

Time was running out for Qari and Rolo. The man’s feet were starting to break down from the constant wetness. They needed a place to find rest, and Rolo found it. Qari thought the anteater had finally gone mad as he plowed into what appeared to be solid stone covered in vine. However, the man and his mount plunged through the tangle of thick vines and into a cave.

The cave seemed to go deep into the earth, and Qari dismounted to further explore the shelter. There was no immediate threat, and the man feared to venture too far into the darkness. It appeared that for the moment they were safe. Rolo curled tightly into a ball, ready to sleep. Qari unbuckled the saddle to allow his trusted mount to get more comfortable. If they didn’t rest, they would die anyway. The man pulled off his shoes and tried to dry his feet the best he could. The steady breathing of the animal lulled Qari to sleep as well, but he did not fight very hard against it.

As the two exhausted creatures rested, another figure slowly crept from the deeper darkness of the cavern. He was short and squat with a long trunk protruding from his face along with two white tusks. The elephant looking creature hovered over the anteater, and stifled a laugh at the way the beast used its tail almost like a blanket. Then he went over to Qari, and had to cover his trunk at the stench from the man’s feet. He shook his head, ears flopping from side to side, and slowly went out into the forest.

*****

Tira Al Lung watched the ceremony of ants with a grin on her face. Kaa and a few of the other highborn elves would not let the troll incident ruin the children’s ritual. The only girl taking part in the ritual did not even flinch as she held her arm over the fire. Sonnen, Vaidon’s brother, struggled but did not cry out. Women were naturally more tolerant of pain, for they had the burden of giving birth. Kaa and Bynn silently cheered the young elves, while Tira sneered. Vaidon seemed to be the only one that noticed that the visiting elf seemed to be enjoying the torture of the children.

Once the children were finished with their rite of passage, they were escorted back to their homes. Most of the elves followed suit. The highborn elves stayed behind to meet with Tira Al Lung.

“You started a war with the trolls,” one of the elders stated. “Why?” The question was simple, but it was on everyone’s mind.

“The elves were already at war with the trolls, you were just losing the battles over and over again,” Tira did not back down. “The trolls are the least of your worries at the moment.”

“Then what is our problem?”

“The blood monkeys,” answered Munkus. This was the second time he had met with the elves in a very short amount of time. “The monkeys are looking for war. You will need to use the Heart or they will feed on your blood.”

“We haven’t had an effective earth mover since Drind was killed by the violet dragon,” Kaa offered. He hoped to dissuade the council from being too hasty in its decisions.

Tira raised her eyebrows and offered, “I am proficient in earthen magic. Perhaps I could use the stone to help set up defenses.” The highborn elves seemed excited at the proposition of an earth mage using the Heart of Carinth to aid them in battle.

Kaa was not so excited. “We don’t even know if this elf speaks true.”

Bynn turned to his one-armed hunting master and said coolly, “This meeting is supposed to be for highborn elves. We will make the decisions on how to handle this information.” The young elf regretted his comment as soon as he said it. The damage was done, however. Kaa left the hall, and an angry Vaidon followed him. She shot Bynn a nasty look as their eyes locked.

Tira Al Lung, with Munkus at her side, laid out defensive strategies. The younger of the highborn seemed enamored with the female elf from the neighboring island. With the support of the groundling, her loyalty was never even questioned. At least, not by the elves that made the decisions for Silkwood. Bynn only half heard the conversation; he was too worried about Vaidon and Kaa. When it came time to vote in favor of giving the Heart of Carinth to the foreign elf, he did not care enough to vote either way.

As soon as the meeting was over, and the magical stone placed in the hands of Tira; Bynn ran to find Vaidon. He found her changing out of her dress and into her hunting clothes. “What are you doing?” Bynn asked, even though he was sure he knew the answer. Vaidon did not even respond to him. Being ignored only made Bynn all the madder. He had learned his lesson, however, and held his tongue. “You aren’t going alone.” He started taking off his festival apparel. Vaidon made sure that he did not see her smile. She wanted her lover and best friend by her side on the hunt.

“Father wants me to validate the ‘lady’s’ claim about the monkeys. It should be easy to find proof if the monkeys are on the warpath, but it will be dangerous.”

Bynn was almost completely nude when Batoonsta, the minotaur, walked into his chamber. The elf had his sword in hand within a heartbeat. Batoonsta raised his huge hands in submission. He motioned for Bynn to come closer, and the elf did but with extreme caution. Minotaurs were not to be trifled with.

“Iww a woll,” Batoonsta concentrated as he tried to convey his message, without a tongue. Eel-Eye had cut it out many years ago. Bynn did not understand, and the poor minotaur repeated the message over and over.

“He wants you to go and kill the trolls that are waiting for their leader to return.” Kaa had entered the room while Bynn and Vaidon were listening intently. “I think it is a good idea. If the trolls do not return at all, then perhaps they will not know of our treachery. If we are lucky, they will think the deaths were an accident. However we cannot allow a single troll to survive.” Batoonsta nodded at the older elf’s wisdom. The minotaur patted his own chest and motioned outward. He would lead them to the trolls. He would finally have his revenge, and his freedom.

*****

Qari woke with a start. “How long have we slept?” he wondered. It was dark, but he could still hear Rolo’s steady breathing. “Everything is alright.” He wiped the sweat from his forehead, and reached down to feel his feet. Fear returned as he felt something strange covering his feet. He ripped off whatever had him, and the rustle of motion caused Rolo to wake.

“Now you have gone and woken up your friend,” a deep grumbling voice resonated in the darkness. “And you ripped off the leaves.” A small flame sprang to life deeper in the cave, and the elephant face was illuminated.

Rolo stood up his back legs, with his massive claws ready for a fight. Qari pulled a bone knife from his belt and went next to his anteater companion. The elephant creature did not move at all. He let the small human have a moment to work it all out. It didn’t take Qari to realize that if the creature wanted him dead, he could have easily killed him while he slept.

“I mean you no harm,” Qari started. “We just needed a place to rest. We will leave.”

“Don’t leave. Your feet need to heal. You need food and still you could use more rest. Are you hungry?”

Qari was very hungry, but he was still not convinced about the elephant’s motives. Rolo, who had much better instincts, dropped back down to all fours and walked over to the elephant man.

“Now that you are awake, we can start a small fire. My name is Calidorn. What is your name?”

“Qari, and this is Rolo.”

 
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Tiranis

Tiranis

With the Heart of Carinth in her possession; can anything stop Tiranis from lording over the entire island?

 
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Posted by on May 10, 2013 in Penn's Diary

 

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Procrastinating, Kingdom Saving, and all other forms of Geekdom

Disperser Tracks

Photography, Fiction, Travel, and Opinions.

Scraps of Madness

Poetry, stories, role-playing, and ramblings.

badgerthoughts

Writings and musings of a badger.

Friendly Fairy Tales

Celebrating Nature and Magic for Kids of all Ages

raistlinrox

All about gaming, from video to D&D (and other RPGS) to board games.

holowriting.wordpress.com/

The sci-fi, fantasy, gaming, reading, writing blog of Jacob and H.P. Holo

DisClever

This is Not the Story of a Hero...

Ji-Wei

The War of Chaos and Order

Legendary Post

Stories... Art... Life

Everything and Nothing; My Journeys

The things that make the world go round

Bernie Hands

An exercise in narcissism

corwel87

Welcome to my corner of the World...

August Life

Tech, Art, Music, and Books, that's life.