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Part XXXI
As people started making their way back to Pavis, the cemetary was just downriver so
safely outside city limits, I headed over to the woman. Both Belvani and Jorjar had
tried to get my attention as they left but I just waved them off so they shrugged and went
back to Pavis with the crowd. Harkala Glad-help started coming over to speak to me
but spotted me heading towards the woman. I hoped that she wasn't frowning behind
her false beard as she turned instead to head back to Pavis. Hoping that she knew I was on
business I sidled my way over to the graveside and bowed my head trying to look
respectable. I stood there in the hot sun as long as I could stand it hoping the
woman would either say something or head back to Pavis so I could offer my services as a
guardian. When it began to look like she wasn't going to move before she keeled over
from the heat she finally made her move. She turned suddenly and started hiking back
to Pavis moving rapidly with a purposeful stride. I hastened to catch up, no easy
trick at the pace she was making. I pulled abreast and wheezingly introduced myself
while offering my services as a guardian on the still somewhat dangerous trip back to the
relative safety of the walls. I was pretty surprised when "she" told me in
a decidedly male if not particularily masculine voice to "go bugger myself".
I was taken aback enough to stop in my tracks and let "her" get farther ahead
of me. I had to really hoof it to catch up with "her" once I regained my
composure. "Can I ask you some questions?" I managed to gasp between
wheezes. (I've really got to start taking better care of myself). I don't know
whether it was pity or sympathy or some other misguided emotion but "she"
stopped and sighed. "All right, Treibonus I'll talk to you but only if you're
buying." I nodded conserving my breath and weakly gestured for "her"
to lead us back to Pavis. (Does everyone in this city know my name?) "She"
shook her head and said, "we'd better let you rest long enough so you don't die on
the walk back." "She" sat down demurely like a woman and I slumped to
the ground. I hate sitting on the ground but I wasn't going to get anywhere any time
soon. We rested for quite a while and when I thought I could manage to get to my
feet and walk we headed back to Pavis.
Through some unspoken communication neither of us spoke even when we were back in
Pavis. The damn gate guards winked at me and made some ribald comments about my getting
lucky at a funeral. My guide actually swung "her" hips and made kissy
noises at the guards. This made them laugh and howl like coyotes. Assholes.
Whatever my guide had to say had better be worth this. If anyone discovered I
was following a catamite to a bar my reputation would be mud. Thankfully my guide
didn't embarass me any more and we finally reached our goal, The Beleaguered
Buffalo. If you've never been there try and deny yourself the pleasure. It was
at the end of a twisty alley in the Farmer's Quarter, not too far from Gimpy's actually
but not right up against the Rubble wall like homesweet home is. If I tell you that
the Storm Bull temple is nearby that should give you an idea of the ambiance. I knew
we were there when I saw the painting on the wall of a bison being savaged by a pack of
wolves. Painted above the picture was the name of the place in New Pelorian, Pavic
and what I think was Old Pavic. I don't understand though why the place is called
the Beleagured Buffalo when they clearly meant to call it the Beleagured Bison.
Probably some confusion by the person painting the name on the wall. Or maybe the
artist didn't know what a buffalo looks like. Quite a nice painting surprisingly
enough. But why would they name a place in Prax after a buffalo? Must be the
first reason.
As soon as I ducked under the lintel and entered the dingy interior I suddenly felt
like I was a giant. The place was full of Imapla Riders, little sawed off runts of
Praxians none of whose heads reached my chest, despite my own marked lack of stature.
The place was decorated with the heads of various herd beasts, no impalas mind you
and even what I hoped was a herdman's head. All the eyes in the place turned towards
us as we entered. What, a Lunar and a Yemalian woman in this dump were that
unusual? Of course like lowlifes everywhere they quickly went back to their business
which seemed to consist of throwing knives at the walls, just the walls I hoped, and
drinking.
Part XXXII
We found a table to sit at. Thankfully the tables were scaled for people of our
size rather than Impala Riders. The large furniture gave the place the air of children
playing house what with all the Impala riders in the place. My guide was about as
tall as me, which isn't very and quite slim. He lowered his veil to show his face
which since it had no facial hair and fairly delicate features could have easily been that
of a boy, girl or woman. I was pretty sure that I had never seen the face before.
A server came over to take our order. I manfully surpressed the urge to ask her
what her mommy was thinking letting her come into a place like this. I ordered wine
and she stared at me like I'd asked for the nectar of the gods. I tried beer and got
the same stare. Fearing the worse I asked what there was to drink and she brought
my fears vividly to life by grunting, "Kvass." Fermented impala's
milk. I shuddered inwardly, briefly toyed with really risking my life by ordering
water instead and then bowed to the inevitable and ordered two kvass. I was rewarded
by the blanched look that came over my tablemate's face. The server stumped off to fill
our orders
I turned to my tablemate and said, "I'm afraid that you have the best of me. You
know who I am but I have no idea of who you are." He replied in excellent New
Pelorian, "Let's just say that my name is Petro." Great, rock, very
believeable. "Okay, Petro which one of the dearly departed did you know?"
"Oh, both of them but I knew Cressidus best." I waited for more
information and when it wasn't forthcoming I asked the question I had wanted to ask
at the graveside, "So what was your relation to Cressidus? Friend, enemy,
creditor," I paused, "lover?"
"All of the above." Petro paused and when I had nothing judgemental to
say, I mean how could I as a member of an Empire run by a complete deviant, then
continued, "I was a member of his bodyguard." I snorted at this but my
snort was cut short when I felt a cold blade pressed against the big artery on my real
leg. I got the cold sweats real fast since I hadn't even seen him draw.
"Don't piss me off Placidus. I may be dressed like a woman and like to sleep
with men but that doesn't make me a pushover or a chump. If you screw with me I will
let your life blood pour out all over this floor." "Point taken. My
apologies."
I felt the blade retreat and felt pleased that my bladder hadn't let me down. I
felt suddenly guilty at the thought of subjecting it to kvass though. I put myself back
together and Petro put his blade back. At this awkward moment our server returned with our
order. She set it down, I paid her, she left and we both sat there a moment looking
dubiously at the vile brew. I shook my head and decided asking Petro questions was
much less dangerous than drinking that stuff. "So how long have you known
Cressidus?" "I was one of the young troublemakers sent to his "boys"
club at the Sun Dome in Sartar." I was taken aback. "You're a
Yemalian? Isn't it some sort of mortal sin to dress like a woman?" Petro
shrugged, "Technically it is, however you should know perfectly well by now that
reality and legality don't necessarily operate the same way." "Oh," I
intelligently replied. "Cressidus helped me to realize my true nature and later
we became lovers. Before that though we were business partners."
I was just about to ask him what sort of business they were in together when we were
rudely interrupted by the front wall of the bar being rather nosily ripped off the
building.
Part XXXIII
Thankfully the ceiling stayed up or we would have all been crushed into a fine paste.
The air was filled with dust and screams, both of pain and rage. Cutting
though all that though was an unearthly shrieking that made every hair on my body stand on
end. I called on Lyos the Harrier to give me clear vision and immediately found it
easier to see. I heard the unmistakeable sound of tearing flesh and cracking bones
and looked over in the direction of all the racket.
Squatting, since it was obviously way too big to fit in if it had been standing, on top
of the carnage and destruction it was causing was some sort of otherworldly demon.
It had hairy goat legs, a prominent member with fangs, bat wings and a long whippy tail
with a sting on the end. Its upper body was covered with scales and it had long arms
tipped with 18 cm claws and its whole body rippled with muscles. Perched on top of
all this was a relatively tiny horned head with a snout chock full of fangs dripping
poison. It had a Impala rider in each hand, one under each foot and another in its jaws.
The tail and member were whipping in and biting or stinging riders. It
started flapping its wings to drive the dust away so it could see better. I had a bad
feeling about who or what it was looking for.
I have to give those Impala riders the credit they richly deserve. As outmatched
as they were none of them were holding back. They were harrying the critter like the
wolves had harried the bison on the no longer existent mural on the outside wall.
They had their knives, makeshift weapons and a few illegal ones to boot, not that they
were going to live to face any legal penalties. They tried to keep their distance
but the damn thing had two metre long arms and that tail didn't help. Even the server was
there trying to smash the thing with a cookpot until the tail stung her and she convulsed
once and fell down. The monster soon finished off all the ones it had in its
grips. I turned to look at Petro and saw that he had turned white with shock.
I grabbed his arm and slapped his face to snap him out of it. "What the
hell, pun intended, is that thing?" I yelled over the racket. He looked at me
angrily and still half stunned and said, "Cacodaemon." I felt like
smashing him in the face. "What the hell do ogres have to do with this
mess!?!" "Never mind that now it's running out of Impala riders."
I looked over and sure enough all but three of them were lying in the rubble
twitching or not moving at all. The last three had to use every single bit of their
ability to keep out of the thing's clutches. Of course there was no way out except
past the damn thing.
It turned its head towards us and I swear a hideous sort of smile spread over its face.
I pissed myself at that sight but I still managed to slap my thigh to release my
shortsword. I knew it wouldn't be nearly enough though. The Harrier helps
watchmen investigate and patrol but He doesn't offer much in the way of protection.
I figure that it wouldn't have helped much anyway. Petro pulled out his blade as
well. Sure it was a long knife but it wasn't near long enough. It seemed
unlikely that the army would be saving us in time and I decided that I didn't really want
the city patrol dying at this thing's hands too. I started composing my death curse to
heave at the thing in futility as it dropped the corpses in its clutches and started
crawling our way.
And then unbelievably the cavalry arrived.
Part XXXIV
The first sign of our rescue was someone letting out a shout in an unfamiliar language.
Almost simulataneously the ugly's body jerked as though it'd been struck. I'd seen
the Impala rider's weapons bounce off of its scaly and/or hairy hide so the blow must have
been struck with some force. It let out an ungodly roar and turned awkwardly to face
its new opponent. This turned its back to us and I could see that an iron throwing
axe was sticking out of its back. I could also see the smoke from where the ichor
was reaching the air and that the iron was dissolving from the contact. It started
crawlng back out and I could hear a weird roaring sound like nothing I'd heard before
coming from something in the lane outside.
I darted forward, well as near to a dart as a man with only one real leg can make, and
slashed at where I guessed the thing's tendons should be, at the same time calling upon
Lyos to guide my blow. Lyos must have been listening because my sword sunk into the
damn thing's flesh and it let out a roar and stood up. This finished off the roof
and only my proximity to the monster saved me from burial under all that rubble. I
had to drop my smoking sword in agony as some of its ichor landed on my hand. The
pain was unbelievable and I had to call upon Lyos for a clear mind so I didn't curl up
into a snack sized ball. This was granted, all thanks to Lyos, but with Him still
aiding my vision I could see that the bloody thing was turning again to deal with me.
I did what I thought was the only smart thing and jumped up and grabbed the hand
axe embedded in its back with my only good hand.
In retrospect this was one damned stupid manuever. Sure it got me out of the
thing's immediate grasp but it also left me dangling two metres off the ground by one hand
and put me perilously close to the damn thing's tail. I hung on sending prayers to
every god I'd ever heard of and thought worthy. And a few I didn't care for like
Orlanth. The extra pressure on the axe must have worsened the wound because it
roared again and immediately spun around. How I managed to hold on with my off hand I'll
never know. Some god must have been looking after me. Probably the God of
Idiots.
Thankfully it couldn't reach me and its tail's blind flailings kept missing me.
It stood straight up, flapped its massive wings and stalked out into the street. The
axe was high enough up on its back that I could occassionally see past the damn thing as
it moved to face its new opponent. It was a man in iron armour wielding twin iron
battle axes. He was riding something that looked sort of like a horse but which
turned out to be the source of the weird roaring I'd heard. It also had a mouthful
of fangs rather than teeth so I was guessing it wasn't really a horse. Our savior
had runes all over his armour that made it pretty clear that he was a follower of Urox.
Strangely though his arms and armour glowed with the sort of magical aura that only
sorcery provides.
The stranger bellowed out another challenge and then kicked his mount into action. The
mount leapt forward eagerly, fangs bared and roaring a challenge. The cacodaemon
answered with its own roar, spread its arms and leapt to meet it. I hung on for dear
life as the thing slashed at the rider with both arms. Somehow the Uroxi managed to
avoid or deflect the blows while striking the cacodaemon with one of his axes. The
axe sheared off one of the taloned hands which fell to the street. Meanwhile the
mount's neck proved to be both longer and more flexible than it looked as it had whipped
around as they passed and sunk its teeth into the cacodaemon's leg. With a mighty
yank it pulled it off its feet! I managed to let go as this was happening and landed
heavily. The bloody thing nearly landed on top of me. Thankfully it had demonic
vitality so it leapt up again. Lyos' clear mind helped me to roll out of the combat
zone into the relative safety of the base of a nearby wall.
From there I had an excellent view of the end. The Uroxi was unscratched and his
mount seemed unaffected by the demon's blood. The demon meanwhile was missing a
forearm and still had the axe imbedded in its back. It seemed unfazed though and
threw its head back for another screamed challenge. The Uroxi bellowed out his
challenge and threw one of his heavy battle axes sideways through the air like it was a
toy! A wind came out of nowhere and caught the axe as it flew and helped send it
right into the cacodaemon's throat. The axe whipped around and curved through the
air to come right back to the Uroxi as the cacodaemon's head fell into the street.
Its body stood there for a instance before it slumped to the ground and disintegrated into
a pile of malodorous gunk before finally disappearing back into the hell it had come from.
The Uroxi nodded in satisfaction before sheafing his axes. He rode slowly over to me
and looking down at me from atop his mount said in Tradetalk. "I believe that
you owe me an axe."
Part XXXV (respectfully dedicated to
the memory of Jim Chapin)
Hell, I was so pleased to still be breathing that I would be glad to add the cost of an
iron hand axe to my expense account. Oh, I wish I could be there though when the
clerks got to that item! The sweet irony of Lunars paying to replace some crazed
Lunar hating barabrian's axe was pretty funny. I stood up since it didn't look like
my savior was going to lend me a hand and did a quick inventory. It looked like
everything important was still there though I certainly didn't like the look of my hand.
I could see some bones through the bubbling skin and I know for a fact that only
the calmness Lyos provides was keeping me from fainting.
I heard a clank as my savior dismounted and he walked over. I turned to face him.
Not face to face though mind you. I am so sick of all these monstrous
barbarians. The bastard must have been well over 2 metres tall. I looked up
into the shadow cast by his helm and saw that he was looking down, way down, at my hand in
a concerned manner. "May I?" he asked and I nodded partially stunned by
these uncharacteristic display of manners from a Uroxi. He took my hand in both of
his, I thought for a moment that I was going to die when he took hold of my forearm and
squeezed. Hard. Through the blinding pain I could hear him chanting again.
I heard a roaring, not the weird horse-like critter this time and a wind swept
through the lane.
And what a wind! Sand and garbage were kicked up and I could hear people
screaming in terror. The wind swept right up to us and into my body. I swear
it came in through every orifice. We were both lifted off our feet and caught up in
a whirlwind. As we spun around I could feel the wind sweeping through my body.
Have you ever been caught in a sandstorm? Well this was like that except not
only was the sand scouring me on the outside but inside as well. A singularily
unpleasant experience I must say. I caught a look at my hand as we spun around and saw
that...stuff was coming out of it. I can't tell you what it looked like and I prefer
not to remember anyway. We spun around for what seemed like an eternity and then
crashed to the ground. At this point my gift from Lyos was gone and I lost
consciousness.
When I regained consciousness, have I mentioned how tired I am of saying that, I found
myself still lying in the street with no signs that anyone had provided me with any
medical attention. I felt like I'd been stampeded by the entire Bison Nation and I
very badly needed a drink. My hand was throbbing, I was stark naked, not a pretty
sight and I needed to both pee and throw up. Despite all that my training sprang
into action and I looked around.
My savior was having an argument with Jorjar the Quick. I must say that Jorjar
looked to be holding his own despite the fact that the Uroxi looked capable of eating him
as a snack. (Wouldn't that be chaotic though?) The constables with Jorjar
didn't look like they were willing to provide any backup if it came to a fight though.
There were soldiers from the Marble Phalanx everywhere in full rig looking mighty
jumpy and trying to create some order. It looked like a priest of the Young
Elementals was controlling a gnome and directing it to clear rubble.
There were a lot of Impala Riders wailing over the bodies being uncovered and the
soldiers were trying unsuccessfully for the most part to force them back. Jorjar and
my savior stopped their argument when they noticed that I was conscious and Jorjar glared
at me and said, "What the fuck exactly happened here Treibonus?"
Part XXXVI
Hmm, what to say, what to omit? As far as I could tell I was the only survivor
from the inn. I glanced over and the gnome was still clearing rubble. There
was a depressing line of small corpses covered in Lunar cloaks in front of the rubble
pile. I would have to say that it looked to correspond pretty closely to the number
of Impala riders in the Beleagured Bison. But what about Petro? My inspection
was interrupted when Jorjar spoke again.
"Well, Treibonus?" he asked. Hucipites, Commander of the Marble Phalanx
had walked over looking like someone had soiled his nice armour. He looked the Uroxi
up and down and didn't seem any more pleased by that sight. The Uroxi, with the
natural ability of the truly competent ignored this inspection. I unconsciously
clenched both my hands due to the tension and was immediately rendered unconscious by the
pain. Well that's my story and I'm sticking to it. Feigning unconsciousness is
a wonderful skill.
Jorjar swore a blue streak, mostly at my lack of consideration and selfishness while
Hucipites bellowed for a medic. Watching through my long eyelashes I saw an army
medic rush over. She squatted next to me and tutted as she turned my hand over
examining the wound on my palm. "Ichor burn?, she asked. The Uroxi
allowed his mingled pleasure and surprise at her competence to show on his face and
nodded. "Cacodaemon blood," he replied. She looked even closer and
sniffed the wound. She must have used other senses as well because she said, "I
don't detect any chaos remaining." The Uroxi shook his head, "No, I called
upon the god to cleanse the wound." She flinched in sympathy, "Ouch, that
must have hurt." The Uroxi's massive shoulders shrugged and he said, "The
god expects us to be strong." The medic shook her head, half in admiration,
half in amusement. She quickly treated the wound, called upon the goddess to speed
the healing, smeared some goop on it, and then bound it.
She stood up, saluted, first to Hucipites, then to the Uroxi, ignored Jorjar and turned
to go back to her work. The Uroxi watched her walk away admiration in his eyes. She
turned before she got too far, smiled at the Uroxi when she saw him looking and said,
"He's faking it by the way." She turned to walk away and I swear she swung
her hips at the Uroxi. Jorjar swore again and Hucipites just managed to stop him
from kicking me in the ribs. "Save that", he ordered, "we may need
that later if he won't talk."
I experienced a speedy recovery and got to my feet. I shouted my thanks to the
medic, while cursing her inside my head, and she waved back cheerfully. I turned to
Hucipites and Jorjar, spread my hands wide and said, "All right, all right, I'll tell
you what happened. But first I need to find my clothes." Jorjar
snickered, "You mean these rags lying all over the street?" He pointed at
a few tiny bits of cloth lying around. I swore briefly at the condition of my
raiment but better it than me. A kindly trooper gave me his regimental issue crimson
cloak to hide my shame. I thanked hm and wrapped it around myself realizing full
well that I looked like some idiot senator at one of the Emperor's parties. I
started to promise him that I would return it when the trooper stopped me and told me I
could keep it since he could always get another one out of stores. Sounded like
supply chain problems to me.
After dressing myself I sat laboriously down in some shade and started telling the tale
from the beginning. I decided to omit nothing since I didn't really have much.
When I mentioned that Petro must be still buried in the rubble Hucipites got one of his
men to go fetch the army priest controlling the elemental. The priest came over
elemental in tow and saluted. He asked about and buried people of more usual stature
(not his words) and the priest shook his head no.
So Petro managed to escape, eh? Jorjar ordered his constables to start looking
for a person of Petro's description. I provided the description of course and made
sure that it was generic enough to be useless. I then recommenced my story and
shortly thereafter finished it with my rescue by the Uroxi. I turned to him and
said, "I haven't given you my thanks yet." I bowed deeply to him, thanking
him and offering to include him in my prayers. I said all this in New Pelorian and
was surprised to hear him reply in the same language. He said that he had only been
doing what his god expected from him but that he would appreciate the prayers!
Jorjar spoiled this touching moment by reminding the Uroxi that he followed a
proscribed god and that he would have to arrest him. The Uroxi smiled and walked
over to his steed. Jorjar yelled at his constables to stop him and the Uroxi turned
and froze them with a look. "I'm only retrieving my papers constable. I'm
not going anywhere." He then turned back to his mount which had been sniffing
one of the corpses while Marble Phalanx boys watched it nervously. The Uroxi took a
bundle of papers in a leather pouch out snapped a curt order to the steed to leave the
bodies alone since it had recently eaten, yuck, and came back.
He handed the papers to Jorjar who looked them over. They must have been in New
Pelorian because he could read them without any trouble. His face got redder and
redder as he read and he finally refolded them somewhat violently and stuffed them back
into the pouch. He handed them back and said through gritted teeth, "Well Sax
Bolderson, your papers seem to be in order. For reasons unknown to me Count Sor-Eel
has seen fit to allow you free rein to operate in Pavis. And not just Pavis but the
Rubble. You are free to go."
Part XXXVII
How odd, an Uroxi being given complete freedom to operate in Prax. He must have
done something big for Sor-Eel or someone else OR he had something good on someone.
I shrugged as I watched Bolderson mount up and ride off. As soon as his back was
turned all the Marble goons competed to see who could send the most hostile glance darting
towards his back. Not too brave perhaps but plenty smart. I turned to Jorjar
and Hucipites and said, "Are we done here?"
Jorjar glared at me with a truly evil expression, "You I can arrest...but I won't,
not this time. Keep yourself available, Placidus." He turned his back to
me and started a whispered conversation with Hucipites. My feelings hurt by this
shabby treatment boo hoo, no not really, glad to be ignored actually. Checking to make
sure that my new cloak was draped properly, not revealing anything I wanted to hide that
is, I decided to bugger off holding my injured hand close to my chest.
I decided to head home. I quickly discovered that with typical Lunar efficiency
that the immediate area had been cordoned off with a lovely scarlet rope, no less,
attached to bronze posts. I knew from experience that these barriers were magically
protected and would give you a nasty jolt if you touched them. Standing on the
disaster side of the barrier were more Marble phalanx boys. On the other, disaster
free side, had gathered a crowd. Like most crowds they'd been nowhere to see while
the action was taking place. They'd used their crowd sense to realize the danger was
over so they had spontaneously collected to gawk and rubberneck.
Typical motley lot. The dregs of Genertela, or at least Prax, and the hoity toity
types as well who had nothing better to do. There were also clumps of smelly
Praxians who apparently had gotten wind of some rumour of Chaos run rampant. These
stood about offending their immediate neighbours, at least those who also weren't
Praxians, vowing vengeance and swearing terrible oaths. The goons took careful note
of those swearing by Storm Bull or particularily violently by Waha as a precaution against
future troublemakers. I got up to just this side of the barrier and asked one of the
Marble goons to let me through. He looked back to Hucipites for guidance and when he
got the nod swung a section open of the barricade for me using a carefully muttered so as
to be inaudible codeword. "Good luck with this lot," he cheerfully said nodding
at the mob.
I was less than thrilled at the thought of making my way through these morons so I
pressed the catch on the side of my fake leg that made the hobnails come out. I
started making my way through the crowd using curses in every language I know and
carefully applied boots with my now hobnailed foot to clear the way. I of course
avoided sections of the crowd dominated by Waha or Storm Kahns or people wealthy enough to
make trouble for me. Oppress the poor that's my motto. I was rewarded by
curses, pleas for information, cries of "Who done it then?", "What's
happened." and even one, "What exactly has transpired here, then?"
Him I booted in the groin since his clothes were rather tatty. I deflected all these
questions with shakes of my head, physical violence, curses or that old classic "Ask
the governor."
Just as I was about to leave the crowd someone grabbed my upper arm. I was just
about to stomp on their foot to make them let go when I realized it was a woman. Or
rather that it was Petro.
Part XXXVIII
"You're alive," I blurted out. "Shush," he said, "Where can we
go that's private?" He looked like hell. What little skin I could see was bruised and
he was filthy. He'd obviously turned his robes inside out to hide some of the dust
and dirt. I looked around to see whether anyone was watching and decided no one who
mattered was paying any attention to us. I thought for a second and said,
"Juli's, do you know where it is?" He nodded and said, "I'll meet you
there." I watched him go with misgiving in my heart but decided that a bath
would be welcome whether he showed up or not. The downside being of course that I
would have to drag my poor bruised body all the way across town again. I sighed and
headed out.
Wheezing and puffing like a bellows being worked by an overly enthusiastic giant I
finally made it to Juli's. Cletus shook his head to see me back again so soon.
"You're going to get sick getting wet so often. What do you think you are a
newtling?" He looked me up and down again and said, "And what the hell are
you wearing?" I ignored this question and managed to reward this witticism of his
with a strained but clearly false ha, ha and hobbled past hoping to find someplace to
collapse out of the sun. Surprisingly Juli herself was manning (womaning? no staffing) the
reception desk. She smiled and said, "We've been expecting you..."
She trailed off and looked me over with a quizzical look. "What are you
wearing? Crimson is just not your colour." Everyone is a bloody comedian AND a
fashion critic. I straightened myself, adjusted my hem and trying to look snooty
said, "Really? This is what everyone is wearing in Glamour this season."
She chortled, stood up and preceded me into the tub room. Looking like something
scraped off of the bottom of the Emperor's shoe I managed to follow her in.
Inside the tub was already full and steaming. Sitting inside was a slim young,
and yep after a quick check, definitely male figure. Petro smiled and gestured for me
to join him. After a pause to catch my breath I stripped with Juli's help,
unstrapped my leg and slid in. I went under the water and stayed there until my
muscles had started to unkink. I was under so long that hands started to grab me. Wishing
to help me since I was obviously drowning I guessed. I pushed them away and stuck
one hand out of the water in a rude gesture to let them know I was alright.
I surfaced to suprised looks on their faces. "How did you manage to stay
under so long?" Juli asked. "My great grandmother was a fish," I
replied. A statement that lives in the general vicinity of the truth if not right
next door. Juli shook her head and said, "You never cease to surprise me
Treibonus. I'll leave you two gentlemen alone. Your friend has paid for the
entire afternoon." I blessed her for not loading the word "friend"
with any extraneous baggage. Before she got out of earshot I yelled after her for
her to send some lunch in. Riding cacodaemons is hungry work. Her reply was
refreshingly vulgar and I yelled out a "Please" to appease her.
I looked at Petro across the tub and asked him the following question, "So why
shouldn't I drown you right here and now?" He had the decency to wince and
replied, "Because then you would never learn what ogres have to do with this whole
business of Cressidus and Balarus' deaths." Damn he had me there.
"Okay then spill it." He looked to be fortifying himself to reply and then
asked, "Do you know what hazia is?"
Part XXXIX
I stifled a groan and sunk below the surface again. Yes the water was pretty
disgustingly dirty but I needed to collect my thoughts. For whatever reason I think better
when I'm underwater. What did I know so far? I had two dead followers of Yemalio.
One a degenerate asshole who should by all accounts have been kicked out of the
cult, the other supposedly so pure that Yelm should have shone out of his arse. They
were both here in Pavis ostensibly for the purpose of establishing stronger ties between
the Sartar Sun Dome and the two here in Prax. The degenerate was poisoned, then
smothered and then stabbed by person or persons unknown. Then after he was dead
someone or someones decided to try ornamental carving on his carcass and left the results
on display in a butcher's hut in Badside. I do not get this modern art.
The pure one, after announcing the first one's death, supposedly sets off back for the
Sartar Sun Dome only to turn up in a cattle pen, sorry cebu pen, crusted in shit with a
Black Fang smile to make up for his lack of a more usual one no doubt. So the whole
business looks like it has something to do with local factions opposed to closer ties with
the Sartar Sun Dome.
Now at the funeral I meet the degenerate's boyfriend, who is also a follower of Yemalio
and another fine example of how not to be a Yemalian. He decides to talk and let me
know what's been going on. While we're chatting the place we're in is treated to the
gentle mercies of a cacodaemon, a beastie most often associated with ogres. We
manage to escape death through the timely intervention of a very odd Uroxi. And now, the
boyfriend mentions drugs. What next? Free Sartar rebels? Pyramid scheme
cultists?
I reluctantly resurfaced to get some more information. Petro had the decency to
look sheepish. I shook the water out of my face and said, "Hazia."
"Hazia," he affirmed. "User or dealer?" Petro sighed,
"Dealer." I sighed and shook my head. "Where? Here or
back in the Sun Dome?" Petro snorted disgustedly, "Back home of
course. We haven't been here long enough to set up as dealers." He was
right to be disgusted with me it was a stupid thing to say. I hazarded a guess,
"So you're here to either renegotiate your deal or cut out the middlemen?"
Petro grimaced, "Um, cut out the middlemen."
That was the answer that I had been fearing. It certainly explained the stack of
bodies. How stupid can some people get? These idiot bright boys thinking they can
move in on Pavis and take over the local drug trade from the charming ogres who are
presently running it? Bloody foreigners. But it didn't really explain the poisoning
or the smothering. Too damn subtle for ogres. They normally deal with
incredibly brutal and obvious messages. Mass decapitations, wholesale slaughter,
that sort of thing. So this business still wasn't as straightforward as it could be.
On top of all the still unanswered questions was one thing. I stared hard at Petro.
"So explain something to me. Why are you still alive?"
Part XL
Petro shrugged, "Just lucky I guess." I pondered this statement trying
to decide whether he was just stupid or the gods actually were looking out for him.
It was possible I suppose. It was pretty lucky that just the right Uroxi was passing
by when all hell literally broke loose. It's not possible for us mortals to perceive
or understand all the machinations of the divine after all. How did my uncle
describe it? Oh yes, we can't see the "big picture". (What do you
want from an artist?) That statement made a hell of lot more sense when I was
touring the imperial art gallery in Glamour and saw some of the big historical paintings
on display there. Imagine a painting big enough to hang on the rubble wall and not
seem dwarfed. Put a thousand years of detail and action on it and try and get a
grasp of what's going on in the whole painting. Life's like that.
But I digress. The deaths of Cressidus and Balarus still seemed far too gentle for
ogre drug dealers. Not the attack on the Beleagured Bison mind you. Sorry,
Beleagured Buffalo. That had ogre all over it. I stared hard at Petro.
"What am I going to do with you?" He started and looked annoyed,
"Why do you have to do anything with me?" I shook my head disgustedly,
"Because you're a suspect in a murder investigation, idiot. I'm sure I could
get Jorjar to find a nice space for you in the pokey." "The what?"
"The jail. I'm sure that he'd love to ask you some questions about
cacodaemons and taverns. The whole city must be stirring by now like an anthill with
a Praxian staked to it."
He looked scared at the thought of jail. I couldn't blame him since that would
make it very easy for the ogres to find him. "Don't worry, you're worth more to
me alive than you are dead. I'm going to have to find someplace safe to stash
you." I thought briefly about this and then smiled. "I know the
perfect place. Somewhere even ogres and cacodaemons wouldn't be stupid enough to
go." Petro looked less than thrilled at this and said, "I can take care of
myself Treibonus. I've looked after myself this far haven't I?" He
climbed out of the tub and grabbed his clothes. "Forget it Treibonus I am out
of here and there's no way you can stop me without your fake leg on."
He nodded towards the corner where my leg rested. I leaned back comfortably in
the tub and shrugged, "No, I guess there's no way that I can stop you." I
paused and smiled, "So I'll have to ask for help. Yoo hoo Cletus." I called.
Petro turned to scamper like the scared little bunny he was but was brought up
short when he found the only exit from the room blocked by Cletus. Cletus smiled at
me, ugly sight that, and crossed his arms. "My friend here wants to leave but I
don't want him to. Can you put him in one of the private rooms until I make
arrangements for his storage?" Cletus agreed affably and dragged off an
unprotesting Petro. Smart lad he knows when not to struggle unnecessarily.
I heard a scuffle out in the hallway, the sound of bare flesh hitting hardened leather
and a loud whack, followed by a sodden thud. I called out to Cletus, "Is he
still alive?" "Oh yeah. He tried to knee me in the balls and make a
run for it. Guess he never heard of cuirboilli loincloths. He'll wake up with
nothing worse than a headache." Oh well, not that smart afterall.
"Thanks Cletus." I got dressed in some clothes Juli had lent me and went
out to make the necessary arrangements for Petro's storage. I left the crimson cloak
behind. Too many bad memories associated with them.
Part XLI
Pavis is a funny place. Things happen here that you couldn't see happening other
places. Well, except Glamour that is. For example you can see a room holding trolls,
elves and dwarves at the same time without the place needing redecorating afterward.
It's got a unique vibe I must say, surprisingly enough something like the one
Glamour has. No not on the surface of course. The only part of this bloody
place that would stand out in Glamour is the Big Rubble. Those walls would stand out
anywhere except that hell on Glorantha, Alkoth. Goddess keep me away from that
nuthouse and its inhabitants.
Like I was saying it's got a unique vibe and allows for strange things to happen.
What I was doing is a perfect example. Nowhere else on Glorantha could I see
myself going off to talk with a troll. Why was I going off to talk with a troll?
Why to arrange storage for my buddy Petro. And why would these nice, ha, ha
trolls do this for me? For that I have to tell you a little story.
Once upon a time there was this party of adventurers who had after much hard work and
sacrifice on their part had journeyed into some nasty underworld and retrieved this spear
which had been dipped into the blood of divine Yemalio himself. This gave you a
permanently burning spear which had all sorts of other abilities. Well this bunch
had no sooner surfaced when a whole war party of Zorak Zorani Death Lords and assorted
hangeron's had jumped them. This story taking place in Pavis instead of killing them
outright the trolls just shook 'em down for the spear. And paid them for it.
(Well, it was an offer they quite literally couldn't refuse, not and keep on living
anyway. But they still got paid for it).
So not being complete idiots they accepted the troll's money and let the spear go.
Much to the disgust of the bright boys but that's another story. Of course
they got paid in bolgs and ended up with a house full of the damn things. What do
you expect from trolls? What does this story have to do with me? Well seems
these adventurers needed the services of an informer who forget to check the colour of
their money when he accepted the exorbitant fee they offered. What the hell am I
going to do with a house of the bloody things but hire trolls? I'm tired of paying
trollkin to guard my stash anyway. I swear the little bastards are eating the damn
things themselves.
So that's why I'm going to pay the local Zorak Zoran temple to stash Petro for me.
Can you think of a safer place to put someone in Pavis? Well as long as the
trolls don't eat him themselves that is.
Part XLII
Trolls give me the creeps. I believe I've already mentioned that I don't particularily
care for non-humans, no matter what Sedenya thinks about universal brotherhood and what.
Don't even get me started on the farcical distinction between "good" and
"bad" chaos. No, not bad, what's the official term again? Oh yeah,
"unenlightened". Right, unenlightened my arse. There's a reason why
the public lavatories in Glamour that aren't staffed by broos do such booming business
compared to those that are. Most "unenlightened" people can't tell the
difference between the two varieties and don't care to.
Like I was saying I'd be perfectly happy if I didn't have to deal with any of them. I
can certainly tell the difference between non-humans and some are better than others. But
trolls are probably the worst of the ones you're likely to see on a day to day basis.
Especially here in Pavis. You know my history with elves and they creep me out even
more, cause they're so damn different than humans. And so bloody dangerous. But most
days I can fool myself and believe that trolls aren't that different than humans.
Right, like most people I visit pose the danger of eating me. Well there was that
one time...
But I digress. My troll contact is one runty looking uzko, those are the ones
most like humans. He's so runty he's not much bigger than your average Uroxi, i.e.,
still a heck of a lot bigger than me. They call him Chomper, yeah real imaginative I
know, at Bob's Bisonburger where he "mans" the grill. I don't know what
his mother called or calls him. Chomper's okay I guess but he's considered to be a weirdo
in the general trollish community because he eats cooked food. If he were a decent,
morally upstanding troll "cook" he would work at Thunderbreath Gobbleguts out in
the Rubble serving up the vittles still squirming if at all possible. But no he's a
freak like much of Pavis and lives here and eats cooked food like a human.
At Bob's I order a bisonburger, there isn't anything else on the menu, crispy on the
outside still sloppy inside. When I pay Chomper I flip him a blog our signal that I
want to talk to him. I eat my burger with relish, it's not bad really and get up to
leave. Chomper tells Bob he's taking a break wipes his hands on his apron and heads
out back. I'm standing there waiting for him and he smiles at me and says, "So
what's up?" I explain the situation to me and offer him one in ten of the
remaining bolgs if he'll deliver this message for me.
Shaking his head Chomper says, "Those Zorani are bad news Placidus. If you
look cross-eye at 'em they'll gut you faster than a riverman cleaning carp. Give me
one in nine and I'll do it." Since I didn't really care what happened to the
damn bolgs I agreed. Chomper looked disappointed to lose out on a decent haggle but
like I said I'm just happy to be rid of the bloody things. No guarantees the Zoranis
would do it though. I thanked Chomper and told him that he could either find me or
leave a message for me at Gimpy's. Waving goodbye I headed back to Juli's to make
arrangements for my bud Petro.
Part XLIII
Bloody trolls. I knew that they would wake me up in the middle of the night.
Waking me of course out of one of the best sleeps I'd had in days. I also
knew that they would send one of those twisted little runts, i.e. trollkins, to fetch me.
What I didn't know was that he, err she, err it, would be wearing the uniform of Jorjar
the Quick's night patrol. I wonder if he knows that his patrolthings are working on
the side? Perfect disguise in which to wander the streets at night. If it was
a disguise. I decided that the runt's secrets could stay its secrets. No point
in irritating critters that like munching on people.
Earlier today I'd arranged for Petro's short term storage at Juli's. This was
going to cost me an unspecified favour sometime in the future. This annoyed me as I
don't care to have things hanging over my head. Oh well. After that I'd gone
home for supper and an early bedtime. In the middle of the night every other
resident of Gimpy's, except me was awakened by the "watch" thumping on the door.
First I knew of any of this was when I myself was awakened by a pounding on my
door. I was sort of expecting this so I wasn't too surprised. Yelling that I was
coming I quickly dressed and stepped outside. Parzel Post greeted me with a real
dirty look when I made my appearance and confused me totally when he gestured sourly
downstairs and grunted, "The watch want you, Placidus." I smiled apologetically,
feeling terribly confused by all this and followed him downstairs.
I saw his brother and Morey the Short at the base of the stairs and things started
making more sense when I saw that instead of the regular watch it was the nightwatch, some
trollkin Jorjar had brought with him from Adari to use for night patrols. The
"sergeant", well he did have stripes on his sleeve though they might have been
booger tracks gestured for me to step outside as the boss wanted to talk with me. I
decided on bravado and asked, "What are you going to do if I refuse? Club me on
the kneecap?" He smiled showing his snaggly teeth and said, "No, me bite
you in groin." This statement was rewarded by a wince and an immediate adoption
of an instinctive hunched protective posture by all the human males present, myself and
the owners to be precise, and of course my complete and immediate cooperation. I
waved a jaunty goodbye to the Post brothers and Morey. They waved uncertainly back,
still hunched over.
After we got outside to the street the sergeant smiled again, said "Don't worry me
no bite, me take you friends" and gestured for me to follow him. I shrugged
again and followed him through the darkened streets. His five troopers followed us
to preserve appearances. We travelled a twisted trail to Bob's Bisonburger, no
surprise there, and the sergeant led me around back where he knocked on the door in an
obviously coded pattern. The door opened and he turned to go without so much as a
cheery wave goodbye.
It was dark inside, of course, but I squared my shoulders and entered. Once I was
inside the door closed. Someone lit a dim lamp and once my eyes adapted to the light
I almost died from fright. Leaning against the grill directly opposite from me was a
Zorani Death Lord in full combat rig. A hand touched me on the shoulder, even closer to
death there, and the familiar voice of Chomper said, "Here he is boss."
The Death Lord didn't deign to look at me and I realized that the comment was actually
directed at yet another troll who I'd missed while swiftly calculating the best escape
route. Great I'd had this dream, sorry nightmare, before. Just me and three trolls
in a kitchen. Wonderful.
Part XLIV
A closer look at the troll Chomper had addressed made me feel a bit more relaxed, not
that you should ever be that relaxed around a Death Lord. Probably only their
zombies and skeletons could ever feel that relaxed around them. The other troll was
wearing sunglasses held a big floppy hat in one hand and had a rolled up sun parasol in
the other hand. Didn't take much of an effort to guess which cult he belonged to.
The Argan Argar trader addressed me in quite decent New Pelorian, "My name is
Glint Coincounter. My services as a negotiator have been hired by the local Zorak
Zoran temple. The temple representative is Kreeg Skullhollower." He
nodded towards the Death Lord who didn't respond in any way. I forbore from offering to
shake hands with him but did nod in his direction. "Is my intercession in this
manner acceptable to you." I shrugged and nodded agreement. "Shall we get down
to business then?" "Certainly", I said. The trader translated
each statement into the trollish language for the benefit of the Death Lord.
"Now my understanding is that you are wishing to hire the services of the Zorak
Zoran temple to safeguard the life of a human. Is this correct?"
"Yes," I agreed. "Now what is the nature of the threat to the
human." "He's being pursued by ogres and cacodaemons", I replied.
At the translation of this the Death Lord smiled. Goddess guard that I should
ever see a smiling Death Lord ever again. Even scarier than the cacodaemon's had been. I
barely suppressed a shudder.
"And the duration of the protection is to be...?" "Um, that
depends on how much protection I cna buy with a house full of bolgs I suppose."
Again the Death Lord smiled at the translation and spoke for the first time.
I don't understand a word of the trollish tongue but he sounded like the Death incarnate
he was. He went on for some time and laughed. And I thought his smile was
bad. I failed to suppress my shudder this time. The trader turned to me and
translated the following:
The Lord says that for the pleasure of thwarting chaos the temple will keep this puny
human of yours safe for as long as he can stand to be in the temple. He had better
be a brave man though as most puny humans cannot survive there for long.
I shuddered inside on Petro's behalf. Unfortunately I have my doubts that any of
the human agencies in Pavis could safeguard him. Besides which I could finally get
rid of those damn bolgs. I nodded agreement and had begun to describe where the
bolgs were when the Death Lord spoke again so I stopped. The translation explained a
lot.
We know where these bolgs are. How could we not? They are sacred Zorani bolgs
with the god's mark on them.
He slapped a bolg into my unwilling hand, almost knocked me off my feet and I saw that
the bolg was marked with one of the same runes that the Death Lord had on his armour. How
in the Goddess' name had I ever missed that before. Must have been my disgust at
being stuck with the damn things in the first place. The translation continued.
Did you really think that six trollkin could safely protect such a fortune in sacred
metal without our agreement and protection? The humans we gave the bolgs to were the
rightful owners and then they trade them to you. The trollkin were always working
for us and merely served as watchmen for us.
"Thanks", I said and bowed. He actually nodded his head, will wonders
never cease? "So we have a deal?" I asked. The trader spoke with the
Death Lord again and then nodded. "All the bolgs minus my fee.." I
interrupted and said, "And Chomper's one in nine." The trader translated
and the Death Lord spoke again. The trader said, "The Lord says that Chomper
will get what's coming to him." Geez, I hope that's not as ominous a statement
as it sounds. I stole a look at Chomper who looked content enough and decided that
it was his problem. I nodded and held out my hand. The trader interrupted by
saying, "Are you sure that you don't want to haggle?" He had a almost
begging look on his face. I shook my head no and said, "I'm just glad the
sacred metal is getting back to the Zorak Zoranis." Lying bastard, what I
really would have liked to say was that I'd have preferred it was melted down and then
used to seal their temple shut.
The trader sighed and translated. The Death Lord held his hand out awkwardly and
I shook it. Then he seemed to remember something and spoke to the trader. The
trader looked at me and said, "This human isn't from an enemy cult is he?"
Oops. I quickly lied and said no. That's going to be a tough one to
break to Petro. Maybe I can get him to switch to Urox...
Part XLIV
After picking up Petro from Juli's I left the trolls to their business and went back
home. I can't say that Petro was terribly appreciative about being watched by trolls.
He seemed particularily upset when I explained that they were Zorak Zorani trolls.
Kind of incoherent even. He was shrieking something about cult enemies or
something. I suggested that his god wouldn't mind too much if he avoided any mention
of which cult he belonged to and that perhaps he might want to avoid practising his
devotions until I came and got him. I suggested that he could make up the devotions later.
For some reason he really didn't want to go but finally Cletus and I got a sack over
his head and managed to knock him out. I'm sure the Xiola Umber healers will be able
to bring him around. I persuaded the Argan Argar trader to tell the Death Lord that
Petro was crazy and to ignore anything he might say while under their protection. I
sure hope that saying he's crazy keeps being a lie. He seems a tad high strung to
enjoy a trollish captivity.
Like I said I left the trolls to make their way back to the Rubble. All I could
see was the trader, the Death Lord, Chomper and Petro were hidden by the shadows the
trader had summoned so I just waved goodby to him. Glint Coincounter, what an odd
name for a troll. I don't know how they were going to get back there though I suspect
Sor-Eel would be very interested in knowing. I wasn't prepared to risk our business
arrangement with needless heroics or nosy question asking to find out though.
I left them and headed back to Gimpy's. I was surprised when the night watch
suddenly appeared to offer me a safe escort back. The sargeant, I think his name was
Twisty-no I don't know why, left me at the door and I thanked them and waved good-bye.
I pounded on the door until I got Miltry Post's attention. He wasn't too
pleased about getting out of bed though and made some choice comments about rude guests
and complained about being rousted out of bed yet again.
I thanked him, slipped him a couple of lunars for his troubles and stumped my way back
upstairs. I was so keen to hit the hay that I was pretty careless while entering my
room. This meant that I was completely taken aback when a very senuous voice said from the
direction of my bed in New Pelorian, "Where have you been you naughty boy? I've
been waiting for you for what seems like forever."
Part XLV
Now normally upon hearing an unexpected voice in my bedchamber I would have tucked tail
between my legs and fled. However this was an extremely sexy voice and it had been a
very, very long time so tucking was out of the question. Instead I did some quick
thinking. If this person meant to kill me I would already be dead, so they didn't
mean to kill me...or I suppose they might just have wanted to do it both slowly and
painfully. Well it had been so very long that I decided to throw caution to the wind and
see exactly what this person wanted. I put my best foot forward (yes that's the real
one) and boldly approached the bed. I believe I said something asinine along the
lines of, "If I'd known you were here I'd have hurried home."
When I regained consciousness sometime later, and no she didn't sap me she just wore me
out, I was surprised to find her still in bed. I propped myself up on my elbow
ignited my bedside lamp with a quick charm and looked down at my partner. She was an
absolutely stunning woman, wearing absolutely nothing. Obviously a Pelandan from her
colouring, if the perfect New Pelorian hadn't suggested somewhere in the Empire. She
smiled a heartbreaking smile up at me and I smiled back. I said, "You are very,
very, very good at that. So why are you wasting such talent on the likes of me?
Who do you work for?" She laughed a beautiful trilling laugh and I
forgot about my questions for a while as I reached for her.
Afterwards I said, "But seriously who are you working for?" She smiled
again but I steeled myself and frowned back at her. This made her laugh some more
and I was forced to smile. "What am I doing that you could possibly care a
rubble runner's ass about? A professional like you, no offense, is wasted on the
likes of me." She sighed and sat up cross legged. I manfully ignored the
beautiful display this presented and put on my best no nonsense face. She looked
serious and said, "How much do you love the Empire?" I sighed and remained
silent and thoughful for a while. "I don't know how to answer that. The
Empire does a lot of good but it also does a lot of evil things. For example why are
we forcing ourselves on this rat's hole?" I shook my head, "I suppose I
would be forced to admit that it's mostly a positive force in the world."
She nodded, " I'm here in Pavis keeping an eye on things for.." she paused
and shrugged, "officials in the Empire." I frowned at her, "You're
spying on Sor-Eel for Fazzur Wideread?" She laughed and clapped her hands in
delight. "Very good but not quite right. You are every bit as smart as Fresser
said you are." "Fresser?" I asked. "You know
Fresser?" I was puzzled and starting to get scared. "You're a
follower of Cora?" I squeaked. She nodded gravely. The followers of Cora
are Moonson's personal concubines. They serve Moonson as spies and sometimes as
assassins. There aren't very many of them so getting boinked by one's a great honour.
Fresser's their head priest and something of a friend of mine from Glamour. I'd
heard that he'd been exiled by Moonson for a bad joke he'd made at Moonson's expense
during an orgy. Something about a full moon rising I think.
"So, now that you've blown your cover are you going to have to kill me?"
I didn't have any illusions about my ability to defeat even a naked Corean in
combat so I was resigning myself to death. At least I could die happy.
Part XLVI
She laughed her tinkling laugh and clapped her hands in delight which stopped my heart
from racing along. "I wouldn't have told you anything if I didn't think you
could be trusted. Fesser said that you were very discrete and could be counted on
to keep your mouth shut." Geez, I didn't know that the big mound of fat covered
muscles thought so highly of me. I must have visibly relaxed because she laughed
again. I laughed too and realised that I didn't even know her name. When I
asked it she smiled and said, "Call me Crystal." "So, Crystal not
that I haven't enjoyed our...exchange of ideas but..." She laughed again and
flopped down beside me on the bed. She really did look good from every angle.
I continued, "But what are you doing here?"
She smiled again. "I'm here because there are two situations here that are
of grave interest to the Empire." She held up one perfectly manicured finger.
"First, we have two dead followers of Yemalio from a temple technically within the
Empire, albeit a somewhat restless border area. It is not in the Empire's best
interests to allow residents of the Empire to be brutally murdered. Especially not
diplomats. No matter what their personal short comings. Fortunately they
weren't Imperial citizens or we'd be seeing a sudden outbreak of crucifixions. It
may still come to that." It chilled me to hear such offhanded brutality from
such a pretty source. Just a reminder of how formidable agents of the Emperor can
be. "Closer relations between the Sartar Sun Dome and the ones here are
definitely in the Empire's best interest. However it is very suspicious that a
degenerate like Cressidus would have been sent as a representative. Was this a serious
attempt at closer ties or not? If not who's playing silly buggers? I may have to
look into that myself."
I interrupted, "What's the second situation?" She smiled a grim smile,
"The hazia trade. The Emperor wishes the trade between here and the Empire in
that drug to be stopped." She rolled her eyes, "Unfortunately the Emperor
is often of two minds about a subject. He's also sold the rights to deal in hazia to
a Dara Happan association, the Willowgreen association out of Raibanth. Not
officially of course, nothing so obvious but He has agreed that they can benefit from the
trade and transport the drug into the Empire. Sometimes money speaks louder than misery.
Especially in this case when the money speaks so loudly."
"So Cressidus was the connection in Sartar for the drug?" I said, "The
drug left here, traveled to the Sartar Sun Dome and then from there into the Empire."
She nodded, "Part of the shipments anyway. Despite official disapproval
and harsh punishments the financial rewards for growing the drugs are too strong a
temptation for the farmers of Sun and Garhound Counties. Of course the farmers in
Garhound County couldn't care less what misery the drug brings to the Empire. What
the Emperor would like done, in an unofficial manner if possible, is if the trade was
stopped here. Of course He can always claim any official action here was without his
knowledge or approval so that would be okay too. That'd get Him off the hook with
the Willowgreen Association." She shook her head, "Unfortunately this
Cressidus was apparently trying to get the local middlemen out of the picture. Seems
unlikely he could do such a thing considering his resources and their resources."
She shook her head again, "But then it's easy to underestimate how stupid men
can be. Present company excepted." she said with an offhand wave of her hand.
Geez, how flattering.
Part XLVII
"So, why are you telling me all this?" She smiled and said,
"Ultimately we work for the same boss whether the local authorities see it that way
or not." She paused, "I just wanted to let you know what the
"official" stance is on the matter." Again she paused, "Oh and a
warning which you probably don't need to watch out for those ogres. They are
definitely bad news." I grimaced in reply, "No need to worry about me in
that respect. I always take demonic monstrosities to heart."
She sighed and then stood up and started collecting her clothes. "I have to go
now. I will be in touch if it proves necessary." I was crushed by this
casual dismissal but I understand duty. I still had to try though. "Is
that it?" I asked. "She turned to me, dressed in a nondescript sack like
dress and smiled at me. Laying her hand along my cheek she said, "Oh you men
are all the same. You take things far too seriously." She shook her head.
"It was fun but it was business. Let me know if you find anything interesting
out about the hazia. I can be contacted through the evening chamber maid at the
Silk-n-Plume. Tell her that you lost a magic crystal. If she asks what colour
say that it was red and black. Then give her your message." She turned to
go swathing herself in a voluminous hooded cloak.
I sighed, "Good luck and Goddess bless then." I could see a glint of
amusement in her eyes in the hood and she kissed me, copped a feel and left. I
closed the door and decided to go to sleep. Exhausted by all my exertitions I slept
the sleep of those truly blessed by the Goddess, among whose ranks I sincerely doubt I am
numbered. But is it not written that She Loves Us All?
The next morning I awoke late feeling quite refreshed. I dressed carefully in my
cleanest clothes and made my way down to breakfast whistling, only to discover that they
were serving lunch. I shrugged and sat down to a nice lunch of braised bison,
vegetables in season and half a bottle of imported red. After I had eaten I sat
there nursing the rest of my bottle of wine trying to decide what to do next. It
seemed obvious to me at least that ogres didn't have anything to do with Cressidus or
Balarus' deaths. Too clean, too simple, too...wasteful. It must be hard to
find real mockpork here in Pavis, not that fake stuff that the Praxians eat. But if
ogres hadn't offed them who the hell did? In Cressidus' case the question was not
who had a motive for killing him but who didn't. In Balarus' case though who would
have wanted such a complete git knocked off though?
Maybe it was time to arrange a trip to Sartar.
Part XLVIII
I was distracted from my musings by a tug on the hem of my tunic. I looked down and
found a grubby urchin with his filthy hand firmly wrapped around my cleanest tunic.
"Hey let go," I shouted, only refraining from giving him a push from a desire
not to further begrime myself or make any closer acquaintance with Gorakki's children. The
urchin let go and stood with his hand out. I frowned and demanded irritably,
"What do you want lad?" The urchin bristled and piped out, "I'm a
girl not a boy!" I shuddered inside at her filthy state but feeling somewhat
guilty at being so loud I lowered my voice a bit and repeated my question more gently
while acknowledging her gender. I also shook my head at Miltry Post who had started
coming over to throw the dirty scamp out. "What do you want lass. You
surprised me, that's all." She sneered and said, "You really should be
more careful who you let sneak up on you. How do you know that I'm not a Black Fang
assassin?"
I shook my head feeling irritated once more, "How'd you like to end up in the
Deezola orphanage? I have connections in this town." I felt immediately
guilty when I imagined that her face had turned pale. It was kind of hard to tell what
with the dirt and all. She muttered something rude under her breath which I ignored
and said, "I have a message for you." She held out her hand again and I
noticed this time that what I had mistaken for her extended palm was actually a potsherd.
I gingerly picked the potsherd up ignoring the fact that she didn't stop holding
her hand out. I turned it over and read the brief message I found there scratched in New
Pavic:
If you want to know who killed the Sunlovers come to the Real City
today, alone.
My eyebrows rose I looked back at the street brat, "Do they think I'm stupid or
something? Who gave this to you kid?" She shook her head, "I
couldn't see their face they were wearing a big cloak." "In this
heat?" I shook my head again. How obvious a trap could you get? I
wouldn't have given three bent clacks or a houseful of bolgs for my chances.
"How big was the person?" She nodded her head and said, "Big.
Taller than you." She looked me up and down, "Well, a lot bigger than
you." I grimaced, "And what language did they speak?"
"New Pavic." A thoughtful pause, "without an accent." I smiled,
"What a clever girl", I said She scowled and blushed, I think damn that
dirt, at the same time
Hmm, this was too tempting, despite the fact that it was obviously a trap. I
rummaged around in my belt pouch looking for money, a scrap of parchment, a pen and pot of
ink. I told the girl to sit down, "What's your name, kid?" She looked
suspicious and remained standing, "Daphne. Why do you want to know?"
"Because I don't eat with strangers and I gestured for her to sit down again.
She sat down and I waved Miltry over. "Miltry please bring my guest a pot of
stew and something to drink." She perked up, "Wine?" I shrugged
and said, "Why not? Bring her a glass of the good stuff. Put it on my
account." Shaking his head at this Miltry walked off to fetch Daphne's order.
I arranged my writing implements and Daphne watched in fascination. "You can
write? I didn't know you were a longbeard or brown sage?" I shook my head
while I struggled to force the scrap of parchment to lie flat, "I am neither a
follower of Lhankhor Mhy," I paused as thoughts of a certain attractive Lhankhor Mhy
flitted across my mind, "Nor am I a follower of Irripi Ontor. I just need to
know how to write in my business." Once the parchment was flattened somewhat I
quickly scribed a brief note to Count Belarus telling him what I was planning on doing.
Miltry returned with a glass of wine and bowl of the famous stew Gimpy's served. He'd
even thrown in a hunk of somewhat stale bread. The stew's not famous because of its
quality but rather the fact that it originates from a magic stewpot that never empties.
Actually I've had a bowl and it's pretty bland stuff. You wouldn't have
guessed that from Daphne's reaction to it though. She made it, the bread and the
wine all disappear like a conjurer makes coins disappear. As I waited for her to
finish, and incidentally for the ink on my mesagge to dry, I watched her eat.
She ate like a starving kid, which obviously she was. Thin as a rail. I couldn't really
guess at her age. No older than 12 or 13 years I'd guess though. Painfully
thin, matted hair and possibly pretty under all the dirt. No life for a kid at all.
Probably destined to die an ugly death on the street sometime in the future or be turned
into a prostitute by some pimp. I reconsidered the Deezola orphanage but I wouldn't have
wanted anyone to put those kind of restrictions on my freedom either.
Part XLIX
What to wear, what to wear? What are they wearing to ambushes this season in Glamour?
What I'd like to wear was a detachment of Lunar hoplites with accompanying magical support
troops but I guess that'd be too tacky. Something tasteful and simple I suppose.
Like my normal garb, perhaps with the addition of another present from my Mostali buddy,
to wit a chainmail vest made of some metal I don't recognize that he asked me not to wear
in public. Well at least not openly. Under my tunic would definitely be okay.
I calculated how long it was going to take Daphne to reach Count Belvani. I frowned as I
considered what was she going to do if he wasn't available. What WAS I going to do without
reliable backup? Why was I so sure Belvani WAS reliable backup? As far as I knew he was in
in this mess up to his armpits with both arms red as sin. Sigh. Kind of late to worry
about that right now, though. I saw that Daphne had finished eating and was looking at the
bowl mournfully. I signalled for Miltry to give her a refill on the stew and bread and
told her that I was going upstairs for a moment and to wait for me. Her eyes lit up when
he brought the second bowl and I was pretty sure she would stick around.
I made my way upstairs and checked the bespelled and trapped lockbox I keep under my cot.
It still looked untouched so I deactivated the traps and opened the box. It was spelled to
allow me to open it so I didn't have to do anything with them. Among other items of
personal interest was the chainmail vest. As I'd said I don't know what sort of metal it
is made of and for some reason I got the impression Morty didn't know what the metal was
either when he gave it to me. And if that didn't boggle the mind I don't know what would.
To think, a metal unknown to Mostali. I shook my head again. Of course the thought that
he'd given it to me, a lousy human was pretty mindboggling too. Mostali aren't known for
their generousity. But then again maybe I just thought he didn't know what the metal was.
Maybe it was actually some useless byproduct of their forges OR something cursed. Well I'd
had it for a while now and my luck didn't seem any worse than normal.
The metal the vest was made of was greenish of all colours and weighed a hell of a lot
less than bronze or iron. I'd seen sea metal before and it didn't really look like that
but what do I know? I took off my tunic, wriggled into the vest and then put my tunic back
on over it. I checked the goodies concealed in my false leg as well and made sure
everything was working fine. Then I went back downstairs.
I was somewhat relieved to find Daphne still there and quite amused to find she was on her
third helping of stew and bread. No wine though, Miltry had to draw the line somewhere. I
gave her the note for Belvani and told her where she'd find him. I waited for her to
protest that she couldn't deliver a note to Suntown but she didn't peep. She did hold her
hand out and I had to admire her guts. I feed her out of my pocket and she still expects
cash for delivering a note. I dug a couple of lunars out of my pocket and gave them to
her. She made them disappear, nodded and then buggered off. Miltry came over as I watched
her go. "Do you think she'll actually deliver your message? These street ragamuffins
are all alike, completely unreliable." I smiled at him and turned to leave,
"Well, if she isn't you'll probably have a room to let mighty soon."
Part L
I made my way through the streets heading towards the People's Gate which is the
easiest way to get into the Rubble and head on to the so-called Real City. The Real
City was the first bit of Pavis built centuries ago by the dwarves and managed to survive
more or less intact that whole time. No thanks to the nomads and trolls of
course.
When I reached the gate the guards were all set to make me do the usual paperwork.
They were quite disappointed when I waved my magic writ of cooperation in their
faces. They were going to give me a hard time when they saw that I was alone too but
I just waved the write again. They scowled at this but waved me through. Some of
King Hargran's thugs offered to guide me but I waved them off too.
I could hear them placing bets with the gate guards as to how far I would make it or
what exactly would eat me. One particularily charming looking speciman suggested
that I would probably be "tenderized" first by some nice broos. A gate guard
called out that he hoped that whatever got me, he wasn't particular as to what did it,
would leave enough bits to identify me by. I gave them all some choice street
salutes from Glamour and headed on my way.
I was nervous enough just walking through the Rubble without a guard never mind
expecting an ambush any second. There were plenty of spots where you could be safely
jumped by nearly anything. The piles of rubble were bad enough to hide the bloody
Bat for Goddess' sake. The most annoying bit about this whole business was that they
must take me for a complete lackwit, I mean really, "Meet me in the Real City,
come alone?" Where in the Real City? It's not that small after all. I
shook my head, squared my shoulders and kept on going trying to seem nonchalant as
befitted a citizen of the greatest empire Glorantha has ever seen.
When the ambush came it was sort of a disappointment. Out from behind some piles
of rubble stepped three thugs carrying crossbows. They were all big buggers with
bulging muscles and nondescript clothes. "He actually came Pa, what an
idjit." Another goon shook his head, "This guy's just as stupid as the
other ones, Pa." The third one, not to be outdone in the sparkling repartee
department said, "Yep, he sure is stoopid."
Part LI
I almost rolled my eyes at these morons, crossbows or no crossbows. I carefully spread
my arms out palms facing them, making no hostile moves. "I'm going out on a limb here
fellows but I'm guessing that none of you inbreds is the leader here? Am I right or
am I right?" A shiver went up my spine as I heard a cold chuckle from behind
me. "You're a funny man Lunar," said a raspy voice that really sent the
chills up my spine. Next thing I felt was a sharp blow behind the ear and I knew nothing
more.
Well not until I woke up that is. As far as regaining conciousness goes this was a bad
one. Getting clouted upside the head is bad enough but waking up hanging upside down
from a meat hook in an ogre's den is just about as bad as it's ever been for me. How
did I know it was an ogre's den? Well let's just say that the decor left nothing to
the imagination. I'll spare you a description of the sights and the smells though I
suspect they'll always have a prime place in my roster of nightmares until the Goddess
clasps me to her sweet bosom that is. Thankfully someone had just looped a rope
around my ankle and hung that from the meat hook rather than sticking the hook through my
ankle. Still bloody uncomfortable though. My wrists were trussed together and
I could see my fake leg had been stuck somewhere rude in one of my meat hook neighbours.
How ironic considering the number of times I'd threatened or wanted to do that to someone.
There was no disguising the fact that I was conscious because besides the groans of
regaining consciousness I had started awake and set myself to spinning around. Not
the best thing on an already upset stomach. After breakfast had exited the way it
came in I tried to stop myself from spinning. I managed to slow myself to a gentle
spin and once my stomach settled I tried to look around.
From my gently rotating perch I could see that two of the three wannabe Bush Range
hillbillies were seated at a table playing some sort of game with a grizzled, even bigger
version of the same. No doubt the owner of the scary voice. Incongruously there was a small scruffy, indescriminate looking
mongrel attached to a leash sitting at the table as well perched on a chair. Odder
still it had playing pieces in front of it. It noticed me looking over and I swear
that a sad look came over its eyes. One of the young orges glanced over when he saw
it looking and saw that I was awake. "Our guest is awake Pa. Ratbane spotted
him." Ratbane?
The grizzled one cuffed the speaker upside the head and he flew backwards and thumped
into a wall. He slumped to the floor and lay there rubbing his jaw. The grizzled one
turned around to sit backwards on his chair in order to face me with a somewhat disgusted
look on his face. He shrugged. "What can I say? They take after their mothers. Got
anything smart to say now Treibonus?" He smirked.
"I think from now on I'm going to set a limit on the number of times that I am
willing to regain consciousness during an investigation." It was fairly annoying to
be rotating slowly while talking to someone. "No more than once per investigation I
think." "Oh, I don't suspect that will prove to be an issue any more, Treibonus.
I suspect that your career has ended as of now." "Oh great, ending up as ogre
chow. Not exactly how I envisioned myself dying. No dancing girls involved," I
managed to reply despite being chilled to the bone. Being a wiseacre is an full-time job
after all.
Incongrously enough the old ogre stood up and twirled around. "How's that?"
he asked as his sons and the dog all looked goggle eyed at him. "You're a little long
in the tooth for my tastes frankly and I prefer bigger tits on my dancing girls." He
threw his head back and laughed the hearty laugh of the insane villain, "So you're
probably wondering why I lured you here today."
Part LII
I was surprised to say the least, so much so that I blurted out, "What this? Is
this the point in the story where the villain tells the hero all about his dastardly
plans? How hackneyed," I started laughing out loud but then I stopped abruptly
upon realizing that normally this happens just before the villain tries to kill the hero.
My captor bared his nice white ogre teeth at me, no doubt attempting to put me at ease
which of course failed miserably. What he said next suggested that he was reading my mind,
"Please, I'm not the villain in some bad Lunar melodrama. I don't feel any
obligation to expose my evil plots to you." A pause and another smile,
"If I wanted you dead I would just kill you and get it over with. No overly
elaborate death traps to give you an undeserved chance to escape." The sons
guffawed at this statement.
Well wasn't that heartening? "And here I'd been hoping for a good old
fashioned death trap so I could escape once you'd cackled evily and left me to my
doom." I said swinging slightly back and forth. The ogre shook his head in amusement,
reached over and poked me in the chest setting me to gyrating wildly. "I like
you Treibonus despite your being your stupid enough to accept my invitation. So you
know what I am going to do is to fill you in a bit on what's been going on." I
was in no state to listen as my stomach roiled and I struggled not to vomit. Would
it be throwing down?
The ogre reached over and grabbed hold of me stopping the swinging. He didn't
grab me gently either, just like an ogre to show off his strength. At least when
they don't have to hide their nature, that is. I've dealt with ogres in the past and
they're another argument that chaos IS all bad. I'm still waiting to see some good
chaos. But I digress. Once my head and my stomach had stopped spinning I
gasped out a thank you and the ogre continued.
"You probably already guessed this but I have an interest in the local hazia
trade. There's two sides to the trade, neither of which is particularily above board
considered the repugnance the Sun County, Pavis and Garhound County governments all
officially have to the trade. However there's is a, hmm, more official channel to
the trade that deals with the Lunar demand for the drug. This is the trade dominated
by a trade association from Dara Happa."
I interrupted, "The Willowgreen association out of Raibanth." The ogre
scowled and crouched down before me. Grasping my jaw in his hand he squeezed hard
enough that I could feel my jawbone creaking and cracking. I saw stars and I vaguely
heard him say, "I don't like being interrupted Treibonus. If I want to hear
from you I will let you know." Once the pained look had left my eyes he
continued.
"As I said before I like you Treibonus and you seem to know more than I expected.
But don't interrupt again." He paused again. "Anyway, that's the
"official" channel for the trade. They're the ones who don't get
persecuted by the authorities, so much anyway. Steady flow of drugs, big volumes,
reasonable profits, but heavy overhead in the form of steady bribes. Now there's
another channel for the trade as well and that's the independent entrepreneur like myself.
We get our drugs, well you don't need to know that, we get our drugs and smuggle
them out of Prax however we can. Lower overhead and higher risks, lots higher.
But we do a pretty good business once we get established. But," here he
paused again for effect, "The last thing we need is some out of towners coming in and
trying to muscle in on our trade." Another pause. "Our margins are already
stretched pretty thin and there's just enouh business to go around among the proper
sorts." He stopped and eyed me expectantly. I managed to speak past my
rapidly swelling jaw, "You mean ogres?" I asked mushily.
"Not necessarily," he replied. "I mean locals, or at least well
established foreigners like ourselves. Right boys." I glanced over at the boys.
Big mistake as they had obviously decided it was lunchtime. I averted my eyes
as they mumbled past their full mouths, "Right pops." And other such inanities.
"Anyways, these Solars show up and decided they want to rewrite their delivery
contract." I hazarded an um to see if I could ask a question. He nodded
agreement and I continued. "Why don't they deal with the Willowgreen
Association?" "Because the Willowgreen Association doesn't care to waste
their time dealing with someplace so close to Prax. The volume and the returns don't
warrant it. Once they get the hazia out of Prax they don't care to break up the
shipments until they get to the Empire proper. That's where we local entrepreneurs
shine. We deal with anyone, even supplying them if their suppliers can't deliver.
I made a lot of money when that operation at Black Rock was closed down."
"But as I was saying I don't like outsiders trying to muscle in and I was in no
mood to be nice to that Cressidus Shithead." "But," he looked
disappointed, "we didn't kill him. And I don't know who did kill him though
they did us a favour there." I risked another interruption which was again
rewarded by a nod so I continued. "But what about Balarus Reflected
Glory?" The ogre looked puzzled for a second then smiled that smile again.
"Oh yes, him. He thought we'd done it too." (I didn't bother correctly the
ogre's mistake as I'd long since decided they hadn't been responsible). The ogre
looked extra scary for a moment. "Him we killed." "Isn't that bad for
business?" I ventured. "Oh, no. Someone will take the trade at their end.
There's too much money to be made."
He turned his back to me and spoke to his sons in what I was surprised to recognize, if
not understand, as Carmanian. The sons immediately dropped what they were doing and
started collecting their possessions. In short order the four of them were all
packed up and ready to go. I readied myself for the end. The leader looked
over and laughed at my fortitude. "I guess it's your lucky day Treibonus since
I've decided not to kill you. Not outright anyway. There's nothing you can do to me
anyway. Maybe I've gotten too soft or maybe I have read too many Lunar
melodramas." He shrugged. "Either way I'm just going to leave you
hanging there with the rest of the meat." The sons had gone already and he
grabbed the dog's leash and started to go. The dog gave me an exceptionally soulful
glance as he was dragged out. The ogre stopped just outside the door and turned to
me again. "Oh by the way I'm taking all the wards down so it's anyone's guess
as to what comes across you first. Maybe some hungry trolls, maybe a horny broo,
maybe a equites in shining armour." He yanked on the dog's leash which yelped
in protest and laughing loudly he waved goodbye and disappeared out of sight.
Part LIII
After I had waited a while to let the bastards get out of ear shot I tried to free
myself. It wasn't any use of course. I was already feeling light headed from hanging
upside and I could barely feel my leg never mind my hands which were trussed just a bit
too damn tight. To top if off there was an annoying ray of light that was coming
from a crack set high in one wall of wherever the hell I was. The half the time I
spent facing that way it shone right in my eye. I would have stopped spinning but
everytime I tried I stopped facing that damn light so I immediately got myself started
again to avoid it. Any gizmos in my leg were unfortunately out of reach of course.
Having exhausted any physical means of succor I tried the divine world. No dice, it
didn't seem that my prayers would be answered today. Not directly anyway. I
debated internally the merits of shouting for help but that mention of trolls and broos
didn't really make me want to risk it. Not yet anyway.
The flies were getting pretty damn annoying. The ogres' wards must have kept them
out before but now that they were down they were coming in to enjoy the feast. Soon
enough they were crawling all over me too, getting into my ears and eyes and even my mouth
if I wasn't careful enough to close it. I spent quite a bit of my energy trying to
blow them out of my mouth and nose. Fortunately they weren't laying eggs in me too.
At least not yet.
Hours seeemed to pass and I was getting a terrible headache. Not to mention the
muscle cramps and the lack of water. I was all too aware of how long it'd been since
I'd eaten or drunk anything and the ray of light had moved a bit and it certainly didn't
look like I was going to be rescued this time around. Oh well, it had been a good
run I suppose. I wondered who would write my epitaph and whether Harkala Glad-Help
would miss me. Ah, the poignancy of a missed opportunity! I hoped the Goddess
would embrace me to her bosom. But not near any chaos or non-humans I hoped.
I was getting ready to face the risks of yelling for help and attracting unwanted
attention but then this bloody dragonewt entered the room carrying one of those big stone
toothed swords they use. I was pretty sure that I wasn't hallucinating when it nodded at
me and turned around and left the room. I swung around some more and then the
dragonwet re-entered the room followed by Count Belvani. "What took you so
long?" I griped. He grimaced and said, "You're bloody lucky that I was
able to persuade Karial the Pure to perform a divination. If it hadn't eventually worked I
would never have found you. As it is we've got a lot of chaos and trollkin stirred
up in this section of the Rubble with our searching." I squinted and cursed as
the ray of light hit me in the eyes again. Belvani nodded towards the light.
"You should be thankful and face the god with both eyes wide open. That ray
saved your life. I wasn't really sure that the god would know where you were.
If you'd been underground we'd never have found you."
"I'm grateful, I'm grateful. I'll charge a hecatomb of bison to Sor-Eel for
a sacrifice to prove my gratitude to Yemalio. Now please cut me down so I can kiss
you." Belvani smiled, "You shouldn't say things like that to a follower
of Yemalio." He drew one of his shortswords and advanced on me. Gesturing
to his dragonewt to grab hold of me he cut me down. The pain was agonizing but the
relief was exquisite
Part LVI
"Treibonus, you are such an idiot," Count Belvani declared after I'd
told him what had happened with the ogres. "How could you be so stupid as to
come out here in the first place?" I made to interrupt but he glared at me
stopping me in mid-utterance. "And why would you be so trusting as to send a
street rat to me with a message? Didn't you think that she might just bugger off or
fail to be allowed to contact me? And what made you think that you're important
enough to me that I'd want to traipse off into the Rubble looking for you? Or to Haloric
Gold-brow for that matter. Those templars out there aren't all my bodyguard. And why
wouldn't you just contact your fellow Lunars Sor-Eel or Jortaran?" He paced
back and forth ranting as I rubbed the circulation back into my leg. His dragonewt
just squatted by the door and I could hear the rattling of metal outside, no doubt from
those templars Belvani had mentioned. He continued, "And you really believe
that those damned ogres were telling you the truth?" He stopped and glared at me
again. "Am I to be allowed to speak now?" I ventured sarcastically.
He nodded sour agreement.
"Well first off I'm a pretty good judge of character. This made me confident that
Daphne would do as I asked. And paid for by the way. I'm not a complete fool after
all. It also made me pretty confident that I could rely on you and Haloric.
For reasons of my own I'm not so sure about the local government." He raised an
eyebrow at this statement but I wasn't prepared to follow through. Instead I
continued my points. "Second, I'm pretty confident that the Sun Dome here would much
prefer it if the whole story came out." He snorted amd looked extremely dubious
at this point. "Err, correction at least they would like to know all the
details even if they'd rather not share them with the rest of the world." He
nodded reluctant agreement to this. "My good judgement of character tolds me that you
like me enough to help me out." He snorted again and rolled his eyes at this
but I was pretty sure he was secretly flattered. "I thought it was a reasonable
risk to come out here like I did and I was right. I learned that the ogres didn't
kill Cressidus but they did off Belarus. Plus I learned some stuff about the ogres'
drug smuggling. They're working against some nice official Lunars. And now I wonder if
they offed Cressidus."
Belvani stared at me and sighed. "Just when I was sure we had enough
suspects." He shrugged and spread his hands, "So now what?" I
glanced over at my artificial leg protruding from the fundament of some poor unfortunate
who had fallen afoul of the ogres and replied. "Now we get my leg out of there
then arrange to torch this damn place. After we first search it top to bottom to
make sure there isn't any evidence here that the ogres left behind by accident that
is." I looked sheepish and said, "Do you think your dragonewt could get it
out of there?" He laughed and pointed at the leg. The dragonewt got it
out and they helped me strap it back on after we cleaned it up as best we could. Then we
got down to some serious searching.
Part LVII
The search proved to be a complete waste of time, unless you happened to like running
your fingers through the unspeakable leftovers from an ogre's feast. I don't. By the time
we were finished even Belvani who had struck me as being pretty unflappable was looking
pretty green. Of course his lizard was unaffected. I even thought I saw it
snacking but that might have been my imagination. The search took quite some time as
the templars refused to help. Can't say as I could blame them. I could
certainly think of hundreds of things I'd rather have been doing. But as I said the
search turned up nothing besides our stomach's contents. We exited the charnel house
and both Belvani and I recited whatever prayers we knew to placate the restless dead
before we torched the damn place. The poor bastards certainly needed whatever guidance
Yelm, Yemalio or the Goddess could provide to get to their afterlifes considering the
state their corpses were in.
Collecting the templars we headed back to Pavis. I personally was in the mood for
and in need of a good long soak at Juli's. I mentioned this to Belvani and he agreed
that this was a good idea. Once we were safely past the gate he dismissed the
templars and the three of us headed to Juli's. Once we got there Cletus looked
dubiously at the lizard but shrugged and let us all in. We had to wait until a
giggling group of Ulerian initiates were finished in the hot tub. Watching that would have
probably erased every bad memory I had from the day's proceedings but I had to settle with
just listenting. Once the tub was free and the initiates had been shepherded out by their
watch priestess, who smiled and waved at Belvani who smiled back I ordered an extra long
session in the tub for three. Juli who was on the desk again said, "Three?"
"Me, the Yemalian and the lizard," I replied. She shrugged and I
paid her. They offered to empty and refill the tub but I was tired of waiting and
besides how dirty could Ulerian initiates get?
The soak was heavenly despite the fact that Ulerian intiates can get surprisingly
dirty. Even the lizard entered the water and hunkered down so that only his eyes,
crest and nostrils showed above the water looking like nothing so much as some kind of
weird crocodile. Belvani proved to be a man who looked after himself. No
excess flesh on him and more than enough scars to prove his warlike virtues. The
three of use soaked in silence or scrubbed at our skin until we were as pink as boiled
crayfish, well except the lizard that is. I doubted the stench and aura of the
ogre's house would be that easy to get rid of though. After a good long soak Belvani
turned to me and said, "Now what Treibonus?" I sighed and replied,
"Now we get some rest and then have a good breakfast. Tomorrow we will pay a
little visit to the local office of the Willowgreen Association. I think they have
some answers we need."
Belvani shrugged his agreement and we got dressed. I checked with Juli who is a
fount of knowledge and she told me where the Willowgreen Association had its
offices. As it turned out it was only a couple of buildings down the street. I
thanked her and suggested that Belvani meet me for breakfast the next day. He asked
me whether I wanted an escort back to Gimpy's but I refused. I made an uneventful
trip home and after a quick snack went straight to bed.
Part LVIII
The next morning came far too early but I got up at Belvani's cheerful (and hateful)
knock, got dressed and joined him for breakfast. We ate in silence before heading
off back to Riverside. We got to Juli's, where her directions began from naturally,
and started to head towards where she had told me that the Willowgreen Association had
their office. I stopped suddenly as I thought of something. I turned and
headed in a slightly different direction. Belvani who had been cursing me for my
unannounced direction change hastened to catch up and said, "Where are we going,
Treibonus?" Without stopping I called back over my shoulder, "I want to
ask Hallarax the Singer what he knows about this outfit." Without checking to
see if Belvani was following I went into the Riverman's Guild offices, conveniently
located in the same building as Juli's.
Behind the counter inside was a slight youth with bad pockmarks and pimples on his
face. I stomped over to the counter and thumped on it. "I want to see
Hallarax," I demanded. The youth jumped in their seat and said in a clearly
feminine voice - I really am doing rather badly with gender identification these days,
must be all the time I'm spending in the company of naked men, pity really -
"Hallarax is too busy to see anyone right now. Would you like to make an
appointment?" I shook my head in disagreement, opened the gate and barged past
her. Belvani's lizard's hissed at her and that and her squeals of fear drowned out
her protests. I made my way inward followed by Belvani and his reptilian
shadow. A goon I recognized as one of the lot who had abducted me tried to get in my
way but I pushed the button on my fake leg that extends the hobnails on my foot and
stomped on his bare foot. Hard. That'll teach him to abduct people. He screamed and
fell backward through the curtained doorway he'd been exiting through. I followed
him through the opening to see a stunned Hallarax and a crowd of unknowns, to me at least.
Hallarax stood up and demanded in his beautiful voice, "What the hell's going on
here Treibonus?" "I've got some questions I'd like to ask you
Hallarax." He looked aggrieved and pointed at his thug who was sitting on the
floor nursing his foot. "You couldn't make an appointment like anyone
else?" I felt a trifle embarrassed at my rashness but this mystery was getting
to me. That and the predominance of naked men I think. Anyway I shrugged and
said, looking a little sheepish, "It's important." Halarax looked annoyed
and turning to the unknowns said, "All right boys we'll finish this later. Can
you take him with you." This latter request was in reference to the thug on the
floor of course. The unknowns muttered irritated agreement and left dragging the
floor goon with them. Hallarax irritably pointed at stools in front of his desk and
we sat. He sat down, fussed with some knickknacks on the desktop and then glared at
me. "What?"
I looked back at him calmly and said, "What do you know about the Willowgreen
Association?" The question was like pouring cold water on him. He
straightened up, lost the angry look and a fleeting look of unease passed over his face.
"Why do you want to know about the Willowgreen Association, Treibonus?"
he managed in a flat voice. Well this certainly looked promising. "I'd like to
know whatever you have to tell me." He sat there and obviously considered the
situation. He got up and walked over to the doorway where he carely lifted a corner
and peeked out. He hurried back and sat down. Leaning forward he began to
whisper to us.
Part LIX
It was a tad disconceting I must say to see Hallarax so discombobulated. Belvani
and I leaned closer to him so as to hear better. "What do you know about the
Willowgreen Association, Treibonus?" I briefly reviewed what I knew to see what
I was prepared to share and whispered back at Hallarax, "They're one of your typical
Dara Happan associations. They're from Raibanth and they own lots of property there
of course. They're here in Pavis trading for, um locally produced goods which they
ship back to the Empire overland." Hallarax shook his head, "Don't be a
jackass Treibonus. They don't just trade drugs. Sure there's lots of money to
be made in that but there's a whole hell of a lot of money to be made just in legal river
traffic. It's obvious that you know nothing about the River." You could
hear the capital letter in his voice and he punctuated the comment with a series of
gestures with both hands. He shook his head and began speaking louder. "I'm obviously
going to have to enlighten you as to the realities of life along the river. So make
yourselves comfortable and keep your questions for the end." He waited until
Belvani and I had settled in before continuing.
"There have been families living and working along the River.." (an
abbreviated series of gestures this time, which he repeated every time he said the word
river) "..for a very long time. Before Dorasor, before Pavis even, probably
dating back to the time right after the waters invaded the land families have lived and
worked along the River. Many of those families date back as far as the Oasis people but
unlike them they've lived free for pretty much the whole time they're been along the
River. It's much easier to avoid the beast riders when you live near a body of water
that hates them. New families have joined the river folk over the centuries, first
when Pavis built his City.." (some unrelated gestures there) "..and when Dorasor
founded the New City (different gestures there). More recently there have been a few
familes of river folk from Sartar who have moved to Prax after the unpleasantness
there". Belvani snorted at this subtle reference to our glorious
invasion.
Hallarax smiled embarrassedly and I gestured for him to continue. All water under
the bridge as far as I was concerned. He continued, "Anyway all these groups
have been adopted into the local cult and have married into the local river folk. We
know the River, we understand the River, we consider ourselves part of the River and we've
always made our living off the River. When there hasn't been a city here we were
content to fish for ourselves or the Sun County folk. We've moved goods on the River
for them or anyone else who is prepared to respect the River and us". He
stopped and sighed, "It hasn't always been the best relations between the Sun County
folk and us but more often than not we've gotten along well enough." He glared
at Belvani, "Except for the business of eating newtling tails of course."
Belvani sighed and had the decency to look embarrassed.
Hallarax shook his head and continued, "Even when the Lunars took over life
continued much as it always had at first. They seemed prepared to treat fairly with
us despite the horrible things we had heard about their past relations with water."
It was my turn to be the recipient of a glare this time. I shook my head in disgust.
"You don't have to remind me about that. The Empire has definitely mistreated
rivers in the past. My sympathies lie with the rivers." Hallarax raised
an eyebrow and then continued. "Imagine how lucrative army contracts are, or
say Solanthos decides on a new building project. Who's going to ship the stone and
wood along the River? What about supply shipments to Ronegarth or Corflu? Who
ships the crops the new Lunar settlers are growing? If the Lunars ever get the ocean trade
they want in Corflu who's going to be shipping it upriver?"
I hazarded a guess. "Local outfits?" Hallarax looked annoyed but
when he continued it was at a whisper again, "Once upon a time it would have been
local outfits but ever since the Willowgreen Association moved in things have
changed. At first they couldn't get people to give them the time of day, especially
since they didn't know the River and no one was terribly keen on helping them get on
better terms with the River. We're proud around here, they couldn't offer us enough
money to make us accept them. And they didn't come in as supplicants or friends,
they came in as uptight Solar bastards." Hallarax sighed, "But them the
accidents started. A full warehouse burned down. When the family that owned it went
to the outfit who had commissioned the shipment they discovered that the Willowgreen
Association had bought them out. And they weren't interested in excuses or
explanations. They wanted restitution for the ruined goods right away."
Hallarax sighed again. "We helped of course, everyone pitched in and raised
the money they needed. But that was just the first incident. Then a river boat
was attacked by bandits. Bandits that had enough magical firepower to burn the boat to the
waterline and kill everyone on board. We could have gone to the Lunars but where was out
proof? We barely managed to scrape together the money to make that one good but we
couldn't do anything about the next one. The family involved in that mess had to go
work for the Willowgreens."
Part LX
"And why wouldn't you go to the Lunars with this?" Belvani blurted out.
Both Hallarax and I looked at him askance. He blushed and looked terribly
embarrased. I shook my head, how could someone so outwardly worldly could be so
naive. He shrugged, "Sorry, it just slipped out." Hallarax sighed
and settled in his chair. "We did actually think about doing that but
fortunately we did some snooping around first. We learned that pretty much every
transport contract and every cargo not owned by one of the Riverman's Guild members had
been bought up or optioned by the Willowgreen Association. This made the
"accidents" turn from seeming an evil plot into seemingly random occurences
instead. We decided that we didn't have a boat to float in." He shook his
head again. "I even met secretly with the head of the association here in Pavis
and he was actually outraged at the mere suggestion of impropriety. He claimed that
the Willowgreen Association did not have to conduct business that way and never had done
so. I think he would have had his family retainers throw me out if I wasn't such an
important person. For a backwater hicktown that is". This last was
obviously a bitter memory.
"And what's this exemplar of propriety's name?" I asked.
"Throshush Alcides Hybarates, third tier noble of House Galvanus of Raibanth.
Whatever the hell a third tier noble is." "And he's the actual or titular
head of the Willowgreen Association here in Pavis?" I asked.
"Actual head I believe. I'm not certain if there is anyone else from House
Galvanus involved locally. They do not mingle with what passes for nobility here in
Pavis. And I don't believe they mix with the Sun Dome types either." It
was Belvani's turn to look askance. "What, Dara Happans mingling with mere
followers of Yemalio? Not a chance. We couldn't stand the brilliance of Yelm shining
out of their collective asses. We're preferable to the rest of you rabble but only
just." He snorted in disgust. "We certainly wouldn't be let in the main
entrance. No, it'd be the servant's entrance for us." It was pretty
amusing to see the snooty Sun Domers being treated like they treated the rest of us.
But that wasn't bringing me any closer to solving this mess..
"So the grunt work is done by lesser status members of the Association?"
Hallarax nodded and added, "Or by the growing number of local agents they are
hiring. It's much easier to make a living working for them than starving without
work. Of course some families are just giving up and going back to subsistence
fishing. And maybe the odd bit of smuggling of course." Hallarax winked
at us and we rewarded this confidence with a laugh. Far be it for me to quash the
entrepreneurial spirit. "And of course," Hallarax added, "the
Sartarite exiles will have nothing to do with the Willowgreen Association. They're
making a decent enough living doing jobs for the Garhounders or other groups that won't
work with Lunars or Solars. So far Count Solanthos has been using non-Willowgreen
outfits as well. Apparently a shall we say diplomatic meeting between the
association and him didn't go well." Belvani didn't flinch at this so he either
knew about it or wasn't surprised at being left out of things.
I suddenly stood up, okay so I clumsily got to my feet. I still managed to beat
Belvani up. "Thanks a lot for the info Hallarax, I owe you one." I
never make such an offer lightly. He shrugged and said, "Glad to have been of
help Treibonus. I don't know what good this information is going to do you
though." "It's useful," I assured him. "Sorry about the
goon." Hallarax waved my apology aside. "Don't worry about it.
Maybe he'll be quicker on his feet next time and actually keep you out."
Belvani and I laughed and made our farewells. We went out the way we came in
past Hallarax's pals who were loitering around the outer office. I cheekily waved
goodbye to the spotty clerk who tried to cower behind her desk and we emerged into the
brutal midday sunshine. "So now what?" asked Belvani. "What
else?" I replied, "We pay the Willowgreen Association a friendly visit."
On to Part 3
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