The Journey, Chapt 12 = previous chapter
Chapter 13, Irked.
“Where is Vivi?” Demanded a drunken king. “I want Vivi now!”
Vivi wasn’t anywhere to be seen, Rubian stepped forward. “My lord he left the city 2 days ago, using a writ that you gave him sometime back”
“Don’t the gate guards ever fucking read? It was only one time only to writ of permission!”
“Most of the guards… can’t read sire” Replied Rubian. Thomaz throw his goblet on the floor in anger, stared at it for a moment as it bounced across the marble throne room floor. He snapped his fingers at a maid and pointed to the spinning goblet, a young feeble maid rushed forward to pick it up and hand back to her king, who held it out expecting it to be refilled, Thomaz gave the maid a dirty look who then realised what she was supposed to be doing, she bowed and quickly filled his goblet up.
“Rubian search the outskirts for Vivi. Go as far as the Elven posts on the outline of the forests, and as far as the dwarven posts at the foots of the mountains. Take a small cavalry with you.”
Rubian bowed, turned on his heel and quickly walked out of the throne room. Thomaz drained his goblet and held it out again, the maid was slow to comply. “Move faster you fucking idiot!” he shouted.
Thomaz stood up and staggered out of the throne room through a side door, in a narrow corridor that was usually used for the maids, he relieved himself by peeing against a wall. Then he walked through the maids corridor, saw the matron and grabbed her, pinning her against a wall. He leaned right into her face and licked her from neck up and across her cheek, before letting go of her as she dropped to the floor shaking.
He continued through the corridor until he arrived in the kitchen in which he caught a glimpse of the old hag walking down a narrow staircase into the caves under the castle. ‘So that’s how the hag moves about..’ He thought. Curiosity got the better of him and he decided to follow the narrow staircase into the caves. As he came to the large open cavern the hag lived in he wondered why he’d never gone down there before. As he glanced around he saw the makeshift living area, the hag stood in the centre stirring the contents of a large cauldron.
“Ah, my King!” She said in her creepy croaking voice, “to what do I owe this pleasure?”
Thomaz spat on the floor, but his spittle sizzled and evaporated. He crouched down and touched the floor but felt no heat. He looked up at the woman who was watching him with her tilted to the side. “You can do magic?” He hissed.
“Nothing but the basics my lord, and only within to give you aid should you need it.. Prophecies and such.” Thomaz walked around her living quarters and noticed a shelf full of weird small glowing orbs, then he noticed dragon knuckles, ingmar knuckles, as well as dwarf knuckles and elven knuckles.
“Where did you get these from… actually I don’t want to know…” The old hag simply nodded her head with a crooked smile.
Rubian had travelled all through the outskirts and failed to find any sign of Vivi. He did however come across a small camp of dwarves and elves. The elves were carrying some large oval shaped objects of different colours. Rubian took it upon himself to acquire as to what they were, but the elves were evasive in their answers. The dwarves shrugged their shoulders feigning no clue. This angered Rubian, and in his fury he lashed out. It quickly became apparent that he’d picked a fight with the wrong people, the dwarves quickly dispatched the foot soldiers as the elves with their bows saw of the mounted cavalry leaving Rubian to run for his life, a dwarven arrow hit his mount in the haunch causing it to crash forward making Rubian land heavy on his arm breaking it in the fall, he scrambled to his feet and ran as fast as he could.
The elves checked over the coloured oval objects, a pearl white one shook once and then settled still.
Thomaz wandered through the barracks, doing his military checks, not happy with his haggard army, he decided to whip them into shape, he had his whole entire military contingent do drills, if any of them stopped even for a second to catch breath they’d be whipped across the back. Thomaz was holding no prisoners, even the captains felt his wrath.
Rubian stumbled back into the city, staggering into the barracks where he stopped in front of the king. “We were attacked, my lord!” He lied. “Elves and Dwarves teamed together by the Eastern post at the foot of the mountains, ambushed us, I only just survived.”
Thomaz swore all manner of curses and punched a random soldier in the face that was past doing a drill.
“I saw them carrying some large oval coloured objects, my lord.”
“Hmm, dragon eggs?” Came an eerie questioning croaky voice startling them from behind.
Chapter 13, Irked.
“Where is Vivi?” Demanded a drunken king. “I want Vivi now!”
Vivi wasn’t anywhere to be seen, Rubian stepped forward. “My lord he left the city 2 days ago, using a writ that you gave him sometime back”
“Don’t the gate guards ever fucking read? It was only one time only to writ of permission!”
“Most of the guards… can’t read sire” Replied Rubian. Thomaz throw his goblet on the floor in anger, stared at it for a moment as it bounced across the marble throne room floor. He snapped his fingers at a maid and pointed to the spinning goblet, a young feeble maid rushed forward to pick it up and hand back to her king, who held it out expecting it to be refilled, Thomaz gave the maid a dirty look who then realised what she was supposed to be doing, she bowed and quickly filled his goblet up.
“Rubian search the outskirts for Vivi. Go as far as the Elven posts on the outline of the forests, and as far as the dwarven posts at the foots of the mountains. Take a small cavalry with you.”
Rubian bowed, turned on his heel and quickly walked out of the throne room. Thomaz drained his goblet and held it out again, the maid was slow to comply. “Move faster you fucking idiot!” he shouted.
Thomaz stood up and staggered out of the throne room through a side door, in a narrow corridor that was usually used for the maids, he relieved himself by peeing against a wall. Then he walked through the maids corridor, saw the matron and grabbed her, pinning her against a wall. He leaned right into her face and licked her from neck up and across her cheek, before letting go of her as she dropped to the floor shaking.
He continued through the corridor until he arrived in the kitchen in which he caught a glimpse of the old hag walking down a narrow staircase into the caves under the castle. ‘So that’s how the hag moves about..’ He thought. Curiosity got the better of him and he decided to follow the narrow staircase into the caves. As he came to the large open cavern the hag lived in he wondered why he’d never gone down there before. As he glanced around he saw the makeshift living area, the hag stood in the centre stirring the contents of a large cauldron.
“Ah, my King!” She said in her creepy croaking voice, “to what do I owe this pleasure?”
Thomaz spat on the floor, but his spittle sizzled and evaporated. He crouched down and touched the floor but felt no heat. He looked up at the woman who was watching him with her tilted to the side. “You can do magic?” He hissed.
“Nothing but the basics my lord, and only within to give you aid should you need it.. Prophecies and such.” Thomaz walked around her living quarters and noticed a shelf full of weird small glowing orbs, then he noticed dragon knuckles, ingmar knuckles, as well as dwarf knuckles and elven knuckles.
“Where did you get these from… actually I don’t want to know…” The old hag simply nodded her head with a crooked smile.
Rubian had travelled all through the outskirts and failed to find any sign of Vivi. He did however come across a small camp of dwarves and elves. The elves were carrying some large oval shaped objects of different colours. Rubian took it upon himself to acquire as to what they were, but the elves were evasive in their answers. The dwarves shrugged their shoulders feigning no clue. This angered Rubian, and in his fury he lashed out. It quickly became apparent that he’d picked a fight with the wrong people, the dwarves quickly dispatched the foot soldiers as the elves with their bows saw of the mounted cavalry leaving Rubian to run for his life, a dwarven arrow hit his mount in the haunch causing it to crash forward making Rubian land heavy on his arm breaking it in the fall, he scrambled to his feet and ran as fast as he could.
The elves checked over the coloured oval objects, a pearl white one shook once and then settled still.
Thomaz wandered through the barracks, doing his military checks, not happy with his haggard army, he decided to whip them into shape, he had his whole entire military contingent do drills, if any of them stopped even for a second to catch breath they’d be whipped across the back. Thomaz was holding no prisoners, even the captains felt his wrath.
Rubian stumbled back into the city, staggering into the barracks where he stopped in front of the king. “We were attacked, my lord!” He lied. “Elves and Dwarves teamed together by the Eastern post at the foot of the mountains, ambushed us, I only just survived.”
Thomaz swore all manner of curses and punched a random soldier in the face that was past doing a drill.
“I saw them carrying some large oval coloured objects, my lord.”
“Hmm, dragon eggs?” Came an eerie questioning croaky voice startling them from behind.
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