Bitter Tea Leaves

13th of Goodmonth, 379 ONT: Azulon, Fire Nation

Hikaru staggered down the street. Alive he may be but he was far from whole and his injuries coupled with the lack of food and drink dulled his senses and made the word around him shift between a long, dark tunnel and a bright afternoon. The simple white robe they’d given him, as tradition demanded, was stained and streaked crimson down his back where the lashings had dug deepest. His mind fought for clarity, both for the world around him and the words now burned into his soul. Yet both were elusive enough for him to wonder if he was dreaming all this.

It was not until a cool hand touched his shoulder then the person slipped under his arm to support him and led Hikaru out of the street. Whomever it was felt cool to the touch and smelled faintly of cherry blossoms and reminded him of stolen kisses in the shadows of the gates back at the training grounds. But the walk was not far and soon he found himself being guided into a waiting carriage. The walk had cleared his mind somewhat and he turned to look at the person who had shown him kindness when none was to be given. His heart caught in his throat at the sight of her, Yukiko.

Her face glistened in the afternoon light, tracks left in the wake of dust from tears shed as she stared up at him, her face now a mask he could not penetrate. “I only want to know why. Why did you not stop when you had a way out? With the injuries Natsu had it was only a matter of bringing it to the Commander and they would have been expelled. Why give it all up? Why… why give me up?” the last had caught in her throat and Hikaru felt the weight of it press on him. He noted that she did not join him in the carriage but a part of him knew why. But could he admit it to himself? “Was your vengeance worth that much? Is it even sated now that you’ve killed their sons? Did you even stop to consider what this would do to me? To my family?”

He winced as if physically struck for she’d called him on it and he knew she was right. But he’d been so tired of it all, tired of watching them get away with everything with not a soul to raise an objection. And then when it was his best friend being mercilessly brought to the brink of death to be used as bait after having seen his father burned. Well he’d acted as he felt he must to stop the brutality and save the people closest to him. He’d thought no further than that and looking at Yukiko he knew that it had cost him more than he would ever know with her. Whatever they had, wherever it was to lead was gone. She’d mourned him in the days leading up to the trial and now had come to see him off. That Ymeri had chosen him to live and entrusted him with a quest was no comfort in this moment and he felt it would never be.

“No more,” he croaked then swallowed for the fire had burned the moisture from his throat, “I could take no more of their kind and how they abused, no usurped the very idea of our society and justice to serve their needs. If not there then they would have found a place that worked to their liking and I would be the forgotten and dead son of a traitor. Our people deserve more. The future deserves a chance to be more. You…”

Yukiko shook her head, “So vengeance was to be had no matter the cost. May it warm your nights and fill your days then Hikaru for I see what I meant to you in that. The road you choose will end the same way it started alone and facing the fires of judgement.” She turned on her heel and strode away leaving Hikaru to stare after her in shock as he felt like it would be the last time he ever saw her. “… deserved more.” He slouched in his seat watching the way she went not noticing the driver cluck to the horses and give the reins a snap. He would have cried if he had any moisture to spare.

21st of Goodmonth, 379 ONT: Yamamoto Estate outside Azulon, Fire Nation

Hikaru checked his pack for the fifth time and his bow for the tenth before sighing and pacing the room once more. His wounds were healed but the scars ached and the skin was tight and strange to the touch across his back. His escort was late and on a day when he was to steal away from the Fire Nation that was not a good sign in his eyes. His lamellar armour gleamed in the light and his boots shone like a mirror. Every stitch of clothing and gear was impeccable as if he was about to leave on a mission with his former unit. If only.

“Stop pacing and stop fretting my son. They will be here and you will be gone soon enough. Come and sit. There is tea enough for both of us.” His mother motioned to an ornate cushion on the far side of the table. “At least let me look at my son one last time before I lose him forever.”

That brought his pacing to a halt and he dropped to his knees on the offered cushion. “I’m sorry mother. I’m nervous that something had happened to them and our estate will be targeted. But you should not say things like that. We will see each other again. I go to find allies and items of power to help us remove the disease that threatens our nation. I am certain there are many who would fight for us if given the chance and opportunity to be compensated by the Fire Nation.”

She shook her head, grey hair slipping loose as she poured his tea. “But there is no us, only you alone in foreign lands with gaijin who would as soon kill you and steal your well polished armour and boots as help you. And you would need an army of tens of thousands to take even a part of the Fire Nation and the Nation would not welcome you back.” There was a long pause and Hikaru didn’t know what to say. He knew his mother had withdrawn their people from many prominent positions, giving up power to remove the threat of reprisal and keep them alive. But to be told she did not expect to see him again was too much like the parting between Yukiko and himself. They did not see what he did and could not support him in what he felt was right. He’d not spoken to his mother about the charge Ymeri had given him and feared what she might think.

“So let me look for as long as I can my son. I shall pray for your safe return for as long as I have breath and hold your memory in my heart until that day no matter how far away it is.” Hikaru nodded and sipped from his tea. He would succeed, he had no other options left to him now…

Flurry of Time Pt 2

19th of Fireseek, southern shoal off the coast of Don-Ton

Flit and Olaf sat on their boards waiting for a wave. It was a calm day but the few waves that hit were well worth the wait.

“So do you think my dream means anything?” Flit asked the priest of Prometheus, Olaf looked hard at the Gripplie before responding

“Do you think it’s important?”

“Well, it is different than my usual dreams, so ya, I think it is, do you think it’s a sign?”

“Do you think it’s a sign?”

“I don’t know, that’s why I’m asking you” Flit said starting to get annoyed

“If you think its important than it probably is, and if you think it’s a sign then it probably is a sign”

“But what do YOU think” Flit asked with some exasperation

“I think it was your dream, and if Prometheus wanted me to look into it, he would have sent it to me… up up” he said the last nodding to an approaching wave, Flit shook his head, as he prepared for the surf, clearly Olaf would not be able to help him too much here.

Somewhere in the Evermoors, Somewhen

“You have no idea where we are” Curtis said as they stomped through what seemed like endless forest, he was tired of looking at Maul-Chaluim’s back. The wild elf said nothing and continued his steady gait. “We don’t know where we are going, we don’t know where we are, and we don’t know if we will ever see anyone again… we’re going to die” he moaned as he slowed his pace again. The elf paused, took a deep breath before turning to face Curtis

“We are not going to die… I know where we are, and how to get back… your job is to figure out where we are going. So quit whining”

“Can’t we stop and rest for the night, we have been walking forever”

“it’s only 10:30, we haven’t even been walking for two hours, now quit complaining, it is a long journey across the Evermoors, and it will go faster in silence” Maul turned and began his march again. Curtis glared at him, unimpressed with his holy quest, couldn’t he have gotten one with less walking in?

23rd of Fireseek, Harry’s Hat Emporium

Aurelia sat on a comfortable couch towards the back of Harry’s Hat Emporium as Harry dealt with a customer before their next date.


The little bell above the door tolled and out of curiosity Aurelia looked up, she saw two hulking figures in black full plate armor enter the shop, she had seen the Black Guard before, she felt the air in the room noticeably cool by several degrees as a shivers ran down her spine. Behind them walked none other than Lord Drumpf. She only had a moment to think, and decided quickly ducking behind a stack of shelves and pulling a hat tower in front of her. She could see the front from her vantage but was well shielded, and watched in horror as a Black Guard grabbed the human whom Harry had been working with and forcefully evicted him from Harry’s Shop. The other Black Guard flipped the open sign to closed and locked the door as Lord Drumpf began wandering deeper into the shop ideally looking at various hats.

“Welcome to Harry’s Hat Emporium Lord Drumpf, How can I be of help to you today, perhaps a new bowler?” Harry said, if he was angry it was well hidden in his temperament.

“One of my minions has performed well, he is an excellent minion, one of the best, really just a terrific guy. So I told him I would get him a gift” Drumpf said picking up an expensive top hat, and then shrugging while tossing it on the floor. Here Harry noticeably frowned.

“I see My Lord, and what type of hat do you suppose this person enjoy most?” Harry said with forced courtesy. Drumpf continued walking through the shop, stopping in front of Aurrellia’s hiding spot and removing a hat before turning towards Harry

“You mistake me Harry,” he said dropping the sun hat on the floor and crushing it under his boot “I don’t want a hat, I am looking for another gift entirely… you see my minion, great guy by the way, he did something really great, really terrific, and there is just one thing he wants… you see his is a bit of a collector, he collects things, gathers them, put them together, he is a big fan of sets, HUGE fan of sets…” Aurrellia’s heart was pounding as the Lord spoke, she could tell that Harry could see her, Drumpf had ruined her hiding spot, but she worried that if she moved she might be heard, she held her breath as the Lord continued. “… loves the sets… anyway, he has half a set right now, and needs the rest to complete it, that’s where you come in Harry” Drumpf walked back across the room crushing the top hat he had previously dropped.

“I’m not sure I follow my Lord, if you don’t want a Hat, I can’t see what kind of set I could be of aid with” Harry replied. Lord Drumpf walked within ten feet before stopping

“I need a girl, a very specific girl, a very important girl, she completes a set for my good minion you see… and I am told that you can deliver her to me.”

“Forgive me my Lord, but I am not in the business of trafficking….”

“Yes Yes Yes,” Drumpf interrupted “I am sure you are all squeaky clean, and don’t commit crimes at all…. I want Aurrellia Ouellette … also known as Claireece” Aurrellia’s heart dropped into her stomach as she watched this unfold.

“Aurora you say? Can’t say I know any Aurora’s My Lord” Harry said after looking confused for a moment.

“Shame” Drumpf said as he shook his head in disappointment. “Hurt Him” before anyone could move one of the Black Guard grabbed the ancient antique desk that served as a customer counter, pulled it from the ground with unfathomable ease and slammed it into Harry smashing several racks along the way. Harry went down pinned to the ground under the weight of the desk and the Black Guard leaning on it. The second Black Guard stepped forward and let loose a kick that would have taken the head off a lesser man, as it was Aurrelia could Harry’s nose was clearly broken, perhaps his jaw as well. The Black Guard who had kicked him reached down and grabbed Harry by his hair and held his head up so he was once again looking at Drumpf. Aurrellia reached to her belt and slowly drew her pistol getting ready to come to his aid, she made eye contact with Harry and saw the most subtle of head shakes, he was warning her back. “I’m disappointed Harry, I thought the customer was always right” Drumpf said as he kicked Harry in the face, this time the salesmen didn’t even wince, a kick from Drumpf was nothing compared to the force that the Black Guard had just unleashed, as if noticing this for the first time, Drumpf spoke to his guards “Break his left foot” with a thundering crack that made Aurrellia feel sick to her stomach Harry screamed out in pain

“ARRRRHHHHHH!!! YOU CAN’T DO THIS, I AM A PROTECTED MAN, PWELL WILL HEAR OF THIS!” Drumpf leaned in to Harry and spit in Harry’s bloody face.

“You think I care about your little protections? Try it, and I will wipe your from existence you, you, you rug in waiting” the Lord let out a flurry of savage kicks to Harry’s face before seeing an iron hat rack, he seized the item and continued to savage the fallen beaten man. “I’m going away on a little trip, some important business, You have until the 9th of Coldeven to deliver the girl to my estate, if she isn’t there when I get back, you and everyone who ever knew you dies, and just to make sure you don’t run of flee town or cause any troubles, my friend here…” he paused while one of the Black Guard delivered a staggering blow across his Harry’s face “will stay with you until the job is done” Lord Drumpf stood up straight and stretched, he took the opportunity to smash a few more cabinets and mirrors before nodding to his men that they were done. The three left the shop, one Black Guard noticeably standing directly outside the front door. Aurellia hurried across the room and helped pulled the heavy desk of Harry, unsure what they were going to do next.

End of Part 2

Hiro-ic Meetings Pt2

He’d watched Mandy go a faint smile on his lips as he closed the door and turned back to the small brazier. The flickering light played across the elegant lines of the bow and he traced it with calloused fingers both relieved and marveling at the craftsmanship that went into its repair. It was a part of him, this bow, and it had served him faithfully for many years. To have almost lost it was like losing a part of oneself, a part that one might never recover. And yet she had made it and him whole again. He sighed and set it aside. Kneeling once more he bent his head in meditative prayer. With the arrival of Kaho Homura and the message she carried, his burdens had increased manifold. Instead of fighting against a few tyrannical nobles he now had the impossible task of removing the ruler of the Fire Nation in order to save it. And that was after he found the impossible to find Phoenix and did what? Have a chat with it? beg it for help? Fight it? He still did not know and yet he would not stop trying for such was his devotion to Ymeri.

But how could he even think that far ahead when the attempts on his life continued unabated here in Don Ton. Nothing productive was to be gained by defeating more of these assassins save for making the Cleaning Crews in town richer. He needed to act and decisively if he was to break free of this trap before it claimed him or worse those on the Champion’s Boot that he’d grown fond of. Leaving would save his friends but doom himself. Staying meant they faced dangers they should not for his sake. And so he prayed to Ymeri for guidance, for a chance to slip the noose and do her bidding. But like it had been for a while, no answer was forthcoming. Not that he expected one. This was his path to walk and these were his trials to overcome.

Hours later he emerged from the cabin, the entirety of his possessions packed again and a small bundle wrapped under one arm. First he went below deck to reclaim his small bench and bunk before seeking Mandy out. It turned out more difficult than first expected as she was not the type to sit still for too long and in the hours he’d been meditating she’d finished up and left the Boot for the Captain’s place. So he penned a note and left his gift and the note on her bunk to be found later. He was due back at the Stadium soon and couldn’t wait for her return.

Thank you, truly. Words do not do justice to what you have done for me and I am humbled by your generosity and spirit. Though the path that led me to the Champion’s Boot and to meet you was one of chance spurred by need and necessity I am thankful that it has given me the chance to meet and know you. Please accept this as a small token of my thanks for all you have done and a promise. Ask me what you would and I will answer honestly. I do not think I am deserving of the level of trust you place in me but I will return it in kind. And one day I shall do more for you.
Your friend,

Flurry of Time Pt 1

A Series of Updates between Sunnsebb and Coldeven

23rd of Sunnsebb Port of Don-Ton

“ya see Mate, isn’t she beautiful? Maybe one or two more folk, tight runs, just enough to keep us moving, no more” Leslie said with a tone of wistfulness. Ungle appraised the beaten up little ship

“she’s tiny, Jonathan is gonna mess her lines sitting up front there” Ungle said a little skeptical. He leaned heavily on Leslie still, he could not walk far without assistance still.

“Ya, he’ll give the bigger ships a second thought about messing with us, might take a little work to get her sea worthy, but when she is… we’ll be unstoppable”

“Get her Seaworthy? Meaning she’s currently not….”

“Not as such… no” the two shared a grin before Ungle spoke again

“So, what are you gonna name her?”

“The Backthrust” he said, Ungle chuckled at the name

“I like it”

27th of Sunnsebb, Champions Boot*

Thitmed looked over his assembled crew. He was a little sad that the Captain had not been able to make the ceremony, but being in port had taken a toll on the elf, he had more bad days then good when in dock. the Dwarf straightened and approached Leslie giving him a brisk salute and then a hardy handshake.

“Mr. Cane, Mr. Ungle you are relieved from duty with honour from the Champions Boot, may the wind be forever at your back” he paused a few moments before saluting again and speaking to his crew “It is with great honour that the Crew of the Champions Boot welcomes our honoured guests, Captain Cane of the Forward Thrust, and his First Mate, Mr. Ungle, Attention!” the crew snapped into attention saluting the two; Thitmed dismissed them from formality and allowed the cask of rum to be brought to the deck as well as Hatrutt and Hiro’s latest creations, he had gone so far to dip into the ships coffers to hire a bard for the evening, it was more than a normal departure warranted, but Thitmed would miss these boys, they were closer to family then crew and he wanted them to know that they always had a home to return to, no matter how the seas treated them.

28th of Sunnsebb, Champions Boot, Miriels Nest

The note was scrawled in Prancers Prefect neat hand writing, how very much like him

My Perfect Miriel,

I apologies for my cowardice in using a letter, I have not the constitution to do this face to face. I am a broken man, no longer whole, and a daughter of a Yaxen deserves far better then a broken self loathing man. I will find my own way home, and wish you safest journey’s on your way to yours. I have nothing left to offer, and am in all things a failure.

Harold Forbes

29th of Sunnsebb, Belinda’s Quarters, Don-Ton

“Welcome Thalion, welcome” she said warmly inviting the elf into her apartment. “I am happy you could make it” Thalion nodded hanging his cloak on the nearby hook and entering the cheery apartment she had been residing in for the winter.

“Thank you for inviting me” the Halfling smiled to him as she brought him tea and invited him further in.

“The Captain makes few coherent requests these days, when he said he wanted to see you today and promptly at 9, well I couldn’t refuse…” she ushered toward the room that had been set aside for the Captain. “Best not the keep him waiting”

Thalion entered the room of the Captain, the room was warm with a brazier running, the Captain lay in a bed, he looked skinny and gaunt, much of the zeal seemed to have fled the ancient one, and his hurt his heart to see an elder in such sorrow. The Captain stirred, and the for a moment the fog in his eyes lifted as they locked onto Thalion

“Veni Ilvanya Alfirin melius nosti. Haec dies magni diei, quae numquam oblivione delebitur.” Thalion approached the Captain and knelt beside his bed as the Captain spoke. “Non facile est invenire qui quod sciat Ms. Featherfoot eam trade et bene factu est comparare sibi a Domino Gardens of Pepsica.” The Captain pointed to a dresser and urged Thalion to open the top drawer. The elven knight did and was surprised at what he saw. An Elven Maxillaria Orchid. “Gere audacter Ilvanya Alfirin, … propter nomen tuum sicut te vincula victura dum spes est cor tuum in superbiam porro populum ferrent iuvenes spe… Felix natalis”

2nd of Fireseek, Champions Boot

Was she a wolf? She looked like a wolf, she was stuck in a wolves body, but it felt like a disguise, like a costume she was wearing? Who was she? What was she? Aurelia didn’t know.

10th of Fireseek Champion’s Boot
“Sir Thalion, it is with great joy and pride that we promote you to the position of Mate” Thitmed said with pride saluting and shaking hands
“Flit Fargazer, it is with great joy and pride that we promote you to the position of Bosun” Thitmed said offering a salute and hardy handshake

“Aurellia Ouellette, it is with great joy and pride that we promote you to the position of Master Gunner” Thitmed said offering a salute with hardy Handshake

“Mr. Fargazer, Mr. Thalion I need a new Cabin boy, and three new ABS’s please get our crew up to snuff. I will have final approval over your picks, but I want you two to weed out the unsavory ones. Ms. Ouellette, Captain Cane has purchased Jonathan from our ship, please make your recommendations to Ms. Featherfoot on how we should replace our ships firepower, also oversee the installation of the new unit, and set up the ships defenses and guard rotation. Congratulations all, now get to work”

13th of Fireseek, Kitchen Stadium

They were in the final three teams, things were heating up… between the steady attempts of sabotage and two more attempts on his life, things were getting difficult, another two weeks and is duty to Hatrutt would be done, then Hiro would need a new plan on how to keep moving forward.

17th of Fireseek, Champions Boot

“Mr. Hiro sir?” the knock on the door was very light, Hiro had almost missed it, but he stepped away from the burning brazier to answer. Things had been quiet over the last two days, he preferred to be alone and respect the Celebration of Fire in his own way. He opened the door to his quarters… well not any more, since he had stepped down he was supposed to have only a hammock, thankfully Aurrellia had been in no hurry to move, and so for the time being he was still good. Mandy stood in his doorway read cheeked eyes down.

“What can I do for you Mandy?” he said his voice soft as he looked at the girl

“Well sir, ya see, I was well….” She took a deep breath getting ready to get something important off her chest

“Ilookedthroughthecaptainsrecordsandsawitwasyourbirthdayandsoikindafixedyourbowsorryforbreakingyourprivacybuthappybirthday” with that the girl thrust a wrapped object in his hands and turned hurrying down the hall and up onto the deck, cheeks bright red and ears flushed. Hiro looked down at the package, he opened it and marveled at the work that had been done. She had painstakingly rebuilt his bow by hand, adding new pieces in traditional Fire Nation techniques, she must have been working on this for weeks, it was beautifully done, possibly better then before, it was a masterful gift, worthy of a King, and his heart swelled knowing that it had been made for him in friendship. He would need to find a way to thank her.

End of Part 1

Hiro-ic Meetings Pt1

Hiro waited for the others to leave the mage’s quarters but made no move to leave. “Look, if you want to know more about that bow or any of this other stuff you are going to need to leave it with me for a while. I can’t just conjure answers at the drop of a hat.” Kriegier stared down at Hiro clearly done with visitors. “So, if that is all…” The mess that filled the room slowly slid back into place partially covering Hiro in documents and books.

Shaking his head and freeing himself from the pile Hiro stood. “No, that is not all. In a city where honour is a word few know the true meaning of fate has led our paths to cross. I would not let this chance go to waste. So I ask you a boon or a debt of someone who sees you as trustworthy and a friend. Come with me, join the crew of the Champion’s Boot and we can ensure your mother gets what she needs. But beyond that I need people I can trust. In the coming months, if we are successful in finding the Phoenix, I fear an even larger threat looms on the horizon and one I cannot face alone.”

During his time in Don Ton it had become deadly clear that to be alone was to die and in doing so fail his family, his people and his god. Hiro could not allow that to happen and so he was reaching out to those he felt he could trust to gain the resources he would need to take back his home. “The Fire Nation is being consumed from within. There are many who twist it to serve them and in doing so endanger not only my people of the Fire Nation but those beyond its borders. Pride, greed, a thirst for power? Or something more sinister is at work. Kempai Kaho Homura has found me and the news she brings is dire. So I ask of you to join the crew and lend me your strength so that I may cleanse my nation and bring stability back to my people. If successful I would do everything I can to repay you. I’m certain there are things worth knowing within my nation’s borders that you may not have access to.”

Hiro sighed and shook his head. “I’ve nothing to give you that you don’t already have or have access to and will not renege on my promise about the Phoenix. I have no access to magic, nor anything magical beyond this bow but if it would serve as payment for your services I would gladly give it up and more. Name your price and let me know and I will do all I can to see it paid. Please think it over Kreigier.” With that said Hiro bows low and leaves the mage’s quarters. He had much more to do before their time in Don Ton was done and this was only but a piece of the puzzle he was trying to assemble. He was hoping for an immediate agreement for it would give him more leverage going into his next meeting but Hiro wasn’t about to delay things with the captain any longer.


Flit tossed and turned in his sleep, the dreams haunted him

A ship

A ship filed with men

A ship filed with men dressed in red and black

A ship filled with Fire Nation Men

A ship filled with Fire Nation men in a harbor

A ship filled with Fire Nation men in Rehumes harbor

A ship filled with Fire Nation men explodes in Rehumes harbor

An exploded ship in the Rehume Harbor has Fire Nation men pouring out

The water is on fire, the buildings are on fire, the men tear through the streets murdering women and children, guards and warriors. Hundreds are killed in the raid. Rehumes largest ship yard is in ruins.

Then black

Not black, a very dark room, a dark that no vision can easily penetrate. The only light comes from a crystal ball, it castes a dim glow of the fires of Rehume Harbor. A man stands over the crystal ball looking down upon it. He is tall and well-muscled from behind. He looks up, like he knows he is being watched he turns.


Flit’s eyes popped open, if Grippli could sweat he would be as his little heart raced. It was like no dream he had ever had before, and it chilled him to his very core

The End of the Begining or the Beginning of the End, PT 3

Leslie looked at the mayhem that the ally displayed. Four dead guards, two unconscious, a dead judge, a frightened gnome and Halfling and an unconscious wild elf who was quickly bleeding out.

“You killed a judge, a JUDGE! They will be here in swarms soon!” the Gnome was starting to freak out. Leslie nodded grimly pulling his dagger and walking to the two unconscious guards. With the efficiency and skill of a seasoned killer he drew the blade across their throats ending their lives. He turned to the Gnome and Halfling pointing the knife at them.


“Take your coat, tear it up, apply pressure to his wounds… stay with him until I get back” Leslie was a seasoned officer he knew from the looks on their faces that his orders would be followed, he wiped the blood off his knife on the cloak of a dead guard, spared a few moments to take their coin pouches. And then hurried out of the ally and back up the street to the house he’d been at. He pulled the key from his pocket and entered. The room was bathed in a warm glow of far too many candles. The lush reds of curtains and carpets contrasted with the maple furniture that had been polished to a fine shine. The room screamed comfort and content.


“OMG Leslie, what is going on out there!” the voice game from a well-manicured man in a thick white fur bedding robe. “I heard gun shots, are you ok” each time the man spoke it appeared that he was closer and closer to stepping of the edge and falling into a sea of panic.


“Be calm Dillion…” Leslie said as he looked around the room and sighed coming to an unpleasant decision. “I need you to go… now”. Dillion cocked his head to the side in a look of surprise and mild shock


“Go? Go where? And at this hour? I’m not even dressed!” he said ushering to his state of near undress, “Besides… we were going to cuddle and…”


“There’s no time! Out the back door. NOW!” the words were barked, with the force of an order, and Leslie watched and noted with self-loathing the point where Dillions heart broke. He steeled himself and moved forward, roughly grabbing the man by his arm and escorting him to the back window. He opened the window as he spoke “you can come back after lunch tomorrow”.


“I can’t believe you… I never… How dare you…” Dillion stammered as he was pushed out into the street and ejected from his own home. Leslie didn’t respond, he slammed the window and locked it. Casting his gaze across the room. The kettle was already bubbling away, they had plans for tea. He hurriedly pulled out some bedding and sheets to cover the sofa and carpeting before turning and heading back into the street to fetch Ungle and the little ones.
The End of the Begining of the Begining of the End Pt 2

Gavroche turned the corner and skidded to a halt. His eyes popped wider as he saw four more City guards wearing Drumpfs personal insignia surrounding Cassidy. He reached down and plucked up a stone and without a half a thought sent it hurdling.


It clanked loudly off the helm of one of the guards.

“CASS RUN!” he called, and let out a sigh of relief as she used the distraction to roll past the guardsmen. One reached out grabbing for her, her coat ripped but she made it to him. “come on, they’re all over the place” Gavroche said and he grabbed her hand turned to flee the ally. He stopped cold. Two more guards came around the corner, each with naked steel in their hands. The taller human of the two spoke

“They are runners for the resistance, if you can take them alive you can have the girl, I will question the boy or his corpse afterwards” the men at the far end of the ally chuckled the kind of laugh one never wishes to hear whilst in an dark Don-Tonian ally at night. They put away their bats and drew out their short swords, fanning out. at their leader and his companion blocked the only exit.

“You will get nothing from us!” Gavroche yelled, his heart beating furiously “La Résistance Will Live On! So long as the dead walk freely, Free Men Will Fight!” Bamatabois had told him that the words of the resistance could bolster men to great feats… Gavroche found him to be a lair. The guards closed him, leering at Cassidy and laughing to each other Gavroche tried to place her behind him, but they were to many. A guard reached out with a lazy swipe just missing the gnome as he threw himself back, things appeared hopeless…”


Gavroche could not believe his eyes, he had thought himself dead, but the Gods had rescued him this day. He saw a thin but well muscled, soaking wet, elf standing over the guard’s leader as he appeared to have just slammed their helms together. He walked forward towards the other guards with a sickly grin, the kind of cocksure grin you hear about when a knight is about to slay a dragon. The elf reached behind him and pulled a large axe from its sheath, he seemed to be mumbling words to himself, something like

“Come on, ya filthy dried out cunt cream, come and get me you cowardly pieces of shit… one of ya’s got to have some know how… come on…” Gavroche wasn’t sure who his savior was, he had thought he knew every warrior in La Résistance but he cleared his throat and spoke as the elf took large confident strides towards him and his attackers

“Thank you good sir I am….” He barley got the words out when the elf put a hand in his face and pushed him aside

“out of my way kid…” he mumbled but then to the guards yelled “COME ON!!!!! KILL ME, WHICH ONE OF YOU IS GONNA DO IT!!! YOU? YOU?” as he roared at guards almost a head taller then him Gavroche watched amazed as the four took cautious steps back. The elf’s hair was wild and his eyes were crazy. His tirade continued until mid sentence his axe lashed out with astonishing speed, Gavroche had missed the movement but noted the odd crunch noise as the axe split a standard issue Don-Tonian helm in two. The three remaining guards rushed the elf, which seemed to be what he wanted as the fey like creature laughed with crazed eyes each time a guard landed a glancing blow and would curse and cuss each time he felled one of them. “IS THERE NO ONE LEFT? NO ENEMY WHO CAN END MY TORMENT” he said as he flipped his axe around taking the head from a guard and kicking another his stomach. The last guard dropped his sword and raised his hand in surrender but the left was not done. He merely dropped his axe and followed through with a punch, then a kick, the several more punches. Gavroche held Cassidy as she looked away from the bloody gruesome mess that was his savior. He whispered to her

“Come on, let’s get out of here Cass, while we still can” and began to lead her towards the exit when he saw him. The figure wore black clothing with a long thing black sword, his helm was gold, as were his boots, and most importantly his badge… this was a Judge

“HALT” the tinny voice came from within the helm, “you three have assaulted or murdered the City Guard, and your presence here indicates terrorist links, surrender now and you may live out your miserably lives in prison” the elf looked up from the body he had been punching and turned looking the judge up and down. He picked up his axe as he stood up

“And if I don’t surrender?” he said in that same half crazed mumble

“Then I will put you down like the feral dog you are”

“HA!” the elf laughed as be began to lift his axe, but the judge was faster, pointing his sword and releasing a powerful bolt of lightening sending the elf flying back into the wall. The judge did not let up as it nimbly sprang forward and knocked the axe from the still dazed elves hands, the elf lost his axe but staggered to his feet as the Judge ran him through with the black sword. “HA!” the elf screamed with a maniacal laugh as he grabbed the Judges arm and pulled him close forcing the blade in deeper, then proceeded to headbutt the helmed Judge. To Gavroches shock the judge lost grip of his blade and fell back. “NAH NAH NAH… WE AINT DONE… YOU PROMISED!” the elf said throwing a nasty gut punch. He lined up and threw a second but the Judge was quicker catching his one hand, and drawing and stabbing with a dagger with the other. The dagger slashed the inside of the elves arm causing him to real. The Judge showed no mercy though slashing arm, mid, leg, mid, arm in rapid succession. The elf fell to his knees as the judge grabbed the dirty bloody matted hair and looked down at the assialent.

“You are sentenced to…”


Gavroche had not seen him approach, a tall human with dreaded blond hair and a scruffy goatee. He held a pistol to the back of the Judges neck just below the helm

“You would kill a Judge to save this hooligan? We won’t stop coming” the tinny voice said without fear

“He’s my boy,” the human said


The End of the Begining or the Begining of the End?

Please Listen While Reading

17th of Sunnsebb 381 ONT, Champions Boot, Dry Dock, DOn-Ton

Ungle looked down at his tiny unblemished hands, soft hands, hands that had never wielded a weapon in battle or worked a day in their life… elven hands. He traced them over his delicate body, a frail little thing that an orc would snap over his knee. He took a heavy corded rope from the deck of the ship and walked up to the bow. The ship in dry dock stood a good thirty feet from the ground and faced towards the city. Giving him an excellent view of this wretched hive that had stolen all he was. He flaked out about eight feet of rope before tying it off to the prow point.

“Evening Ungle” he turned and saw Belinda, just a little bump showing now under all those winter furs. She walked up the plank and waved from the midship

“Evenin’ Ms. Linda” he said back, hardly recognising his own voice, it was soft and light now, lacking its usual growl the accompanied his words, he even had that pranny elven accent caused from the lack of tusks

“I must say Ungle, whatever they say about this new body, it isn’t hard on the eyes at all” she said with a small giggle as she waved and worked her way towards the First Mates quarters. He forced a nod and a grin as she toddled off. She had not meant offense, and he wasn’t in the mood to take it. He waited until she was gone before tying the knot at the end of the rope. It was odd, he really had to think about tying the knot, these hands had not muscle memory; they didn’t understand ropes like his Orcish body had. He looked around the deck of the ship once more before blowing out the bow lantern. He then placed the noose around his neck and looked out over the evil city once more. Tears began to well up in his eyes as he stared at the thing that had taken all from him. He let in and out a series of quick breaths working up his nerve and then stepped off the edge of the ship.


The rope ran taunt but his neck did not break, he kicked out willing himself not to fight. He needed to die, to just let it all be over. His face turned red as his body demanded air, he tried, he forced all his will into just giving up. Then, when things got desperate, when is life was truly on the line, something took over. His hands raced towards the rope and with terrifying rage induced strength he ripped the rope apart. His lungs sucked in air as he free fell the thirty feet and rolled nimbly to his feet. He panted and coughed for a few moments leaning over a crate while he did so.

“Bit too much of the drink tonight lad?” Thitmid said as he and Belinda walked down the gangplank. “I can see yer getting back to yer old self again… tha’s good, though don’t push too hard too soon now” the dwarf said as he and Belinda began to walk towards the pier. The elf raised a hand and managed a small grin and nod as they left, hearing Belinda speak to Thitmed as she left.

“That’s our Ungle”

His pranny hands traced the rope burn on his neck… he was such a coward he couldn’t even give himself a cowards death. If he were to die he needed a way that there was no coming back from. He looked out to the sea and began to swim. His anger and rage fueled his lean body and he tore out in the freezing cold water. It would not take long he knew. His frame was smaller and had less fat than before, the cold would soon lock up his muscles and then he would down. Even if he chickened out he would have no way to escape. His breathing was steady as he took consistent powerful strokes, his front crawl carrying him farther and farther from the shore. His arms began to numb as he pushed onwards. His head turned slower and it was hard to get air. His legs stopped kicked and began to drag and he forced himself forward.


Soon, he could go on no more. He stopped took a last breath before forcing the air from his lungs and allowed himself to sink beneath the waves. He looked around as he sank, his stupid elven eyes not nearly as kind in the dark as his former orcish ones. But the moon was out and it did not take much to see the unmistakable shadow of a shark. He allowed himself a small grin. Mordakka had smiled upon him, he would meet his end in combat after all. The Shark speed towards him, he wound up for a punch, but at the last minute the shark dove running just below him and then lifting him with his body. Seconds later he was on the surface and involuntarily took a breath of rejuvenating oxygen.

“Damn it you stupid shark” he cursed, now recognizing Bitey “Leave me be, just leave me alone” he wept as the shark carried him towards the shore. After he had been dropped off he had tried once more to go out, but the shark kept bringing him back like some demented game of fetch. He cursed the foul fish with ever verse he knew, but his pranny elven voice made it sound songlike and he found the shark actually trying to nuzzle him. Ungle stomped from the water in disgust, quickly collecting his axe and marching towards the city.

He knew where he was going to go, he marched right up the 6th spoke. He knew how to take action. In this city if one wanted to meet death there were those who were willing. He would find and try to kill a Judge!

Lazy DM Info Dump Pt 1
Sorry Guys, will try to do better when I got somemore time

Krieger looked at those assembled before him as they unveiled the drawings from the runes. His brow furrowed as he looked over the facsimiles of the gateway.

“What do they mean?” Hiro asked eager to learn more

“They are runes, likely of travel, they form a gateway” Krieger replied eyes carefully tracing each of the ancient runes.

“Thanks,” Flit said sarcastically “we’d figured that out already” Krieger looked up and glared at the Grippli.

“You can’t just show up at my door with three sheets of interdimensional runes and expect me to know what they do at a glance.” The Grippli raised his hands in apology as the wizard looked down again “I will need sometime with these to figure out their destination, but I have better news.” He placed the scrolls down and lifted the paper with the number

“This here is an order number from the Omar Corporation, after a little light probing it shows a prescription date, this one is set to renew on the 29th of Coldeven, and it renews at the Omar Primus on the third circuit. I recommend we be there when Armsy collects his renewal, then we can follow the Omar to where he needs to go”

To Be Continued


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