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August 22, 2013

Demon Wrought (Chapter 2)

by Len

Berg (3)

Demon Wrought

Chapter 2

The Cold

It had been a long day for Berg, and the night had been even more grueling. He usually enjoyed the attention, but tonight had been too much. Everyone was asking too many questions, and it was making his head hurt. He was finally sitting by himself, trying to order his thoughts.

“Are you alright, baby?” a voluptuous woman wrapped her arms around Berg’s neck. Her breasts pushed against the back of his head, sending waves of heat through his otherwise cold body. Berg thought for a moment about turning her away, but decided against it. He could use the distraction. His body language told her that he was interested. “Want to head over to my place and I can make you feel better?”

Berg did not want to waste his night with Beth. “How about we just go outside?”

Beth didn’t really care to spend the full night with Berg, but she had a fire of her own that the frost demon spawn always seemed to know exactly how to extinguish.

They made their way outside and the woman dropped her dress down, exposing her ample breasts. The frigid night air made her nipples harden. Beth gave Berg the look, promising pleasure and release. Berg approached and kissed her neck. As his skin touched hers, goose bumps sprang up across her flesh. His hands went to her ass, and she whimpered with practiced perfection.

Berg almost failed to hear the muffled cries over Beth’s moaning. Almost. He pushed her away.

“What…” Beth started, but Berg put his finger over her mouth. Then, she heard it as well. As Berg took off toward the sounds, she quickly pulled her dress back over her shoulders.

*****

Larkin and Dani finally entered the Crab Trap to join the celebration. The man wore simple clothes, but Dani felt the need to dress up. She did not want the people of Dorsi to start mumbling that Larkin deserved better. Larkin gave her a smile, his pearly white teeth shining through his beard. She knew that he would never lay with another women; his honor was too strong. However, she wanted to make sure that he never wanted to.

Everyone congratulated him on the great victory. Larkin smiled, and shook hands. Dani knew that he hated the attention, and Larkin squeezed her hand as the words poured over him. Usually Berg would absorb the praise, but the half-demon was nowhere to be found.

Larkin saw Ricci approaching and tried to find a way to avoid the interaction. There were simply too many people around. Larkin felt the man’s hand on his shoulder. He spun and feigned surprise.

“Larkin, I need to have a word with you,” Ricci said without any need for small talk. Then he walked back to the same table where Berg had denied him earlier. Larkin did not immediately follow Ricci. He made his way to each of the soldiers who had been with him that day; giving his thanks to them. By the time Larkin got back to Ricci’s table, the head of the city was fuming.

“Sorry,” Larkin stated, “I had to talk to my men.” Ricci glared. “You remember my wife, Dani?” The woman smiled at Ricci, despite the fact that she hated the man.

Ricci did not even acknowledge Larkin’s wife. “I need to know what happened out there today.”

“No.”

“No?”

Larkin put his nose against Ricci’s nose. “I said it. You sit there, all fat and happy, but I remember when we were boys. You were Ricky then, but still a coward. You disrespect my wife, and then ask for information? You are a fool, among your many flaws.”

Ricci pulled away. “You think I can’t get the information from one of your men?”

“I know you can’t.” Larkin answered without hesitation. “If I find out that you have even tried, then I will beat your ass down.”

“A threat?” Ricci tried to sound brave, but his voice cracked and betrayed his bravado. He tried to recover, “I have the law on my side, Larkin.”

“My authority comes from a higher power,” Larkin smiled. “If you challenge me, you will lose.”

*****

Berg quickly located the sounds. It seemed a man was trying to take advantage of a lady. The man was having a rough time of it, however. It was about to get much worse for the man. Berg grabbed the man by his tunic and pulled him off of the woman. The man threw a wild elbow into the frost demon’s chin. The air grew immediately colder. However, Berg did not have to strike the man; for the woman came up and clawed her attacker’s face. Then she grabbed hold of his ear and tried to rip it off.

Beth grabbed the woman, and pulled her away from the man. She started to try to calm her down, which was no easy task. Berg was glad that Beth was with him. As Berg looked at the two women, he realized that it was just a child in Beth’s arms.

“She wanted it,” the man screamed as he tried to shrug Berg off.

“She just tried to rip your ear off,” Berg responded. “I have enjoyed some crazy nights, but it never escalated into missing ears.”

Beth, too, realized that she held a girl not a woman. “This is a child,” she stated with disgust. There was no hiding the repulsion in her voice.

“Out this late? With a dress like that?” the man argued. “How could I know?”

“If you were deceived, which I doubt, it was because you wanted to be fooled.” Berg slapped the man in the face. “Her dress does not fit, loose in all the places a woman would fill. No make-up and no jewelry. My guess is that her mother would notice if the make-up had been used; and she couldn’t risk losing any jewelry. However, the dress; her mother probably outgrew the dress with hopes but no realities of wearing it again someday. A child playing dress up; nothing more.”

“How do you know all that?” the man asked.

“Because I did not want to be fooled.”

“Just kill me,” the man begged. “If my wife finds out…”

Berg slapped the man again. “I hope she kills you. No, I hope she ruins you. I want her to absolutely destroy you; the way you tried to ruin and destroy this girl’s life.” Berg motioned for Beth to take her home. Beth slapped the man as they walked past, and his mouth filled with blood. “Pull your pants up, and let’s go have a talk with Larkin.”

“No, not Larkin!” the man shouted as he pulled his pants up around his waist. Berg slapped him again.

July 25, 2013

Rebirth

by Len

rebirth

Every muscle ached as Slanter continued his climb. The dwarf could arm wrestle an ogre to a draw, but his forearms burned now more than ever. He would not give up; however, as it was further to climb back down at this point. The thought of being more than halfway up inspired Slanter, and propelled him for several moments. The adrenaline rush did not drive him to his destination, however. He would have to rely on good ole fashioned dwarven toughness to get him to the top. Slanter had plenty of that.

The dwarf found a sturdy foothold and used it to rest his tired arms. He shook each arm out in turn, loosening his stiff muscles. Slanter knew he could not wait too long or he would cramp up; so after only a few moments to catch his breath, he was back at it. The last twenty or so feet was a blur. Hand over hand, working his feet to drive to the next hold; it was all instinct at that point. Finally the dwarf rolled over onto a ledge near the summit of the mountain.

He lay sprawled on the rock, laboring to breathe. Over the next several moments his breathing regulated, and then became steady as he fell asleep. The physical exertion in addition to the thin air had completely drained Slanter. No creatures would disturb the dwarf’s slumber. He was left alone to dream.

As he slept, he was haunted by his past. His family had been exiled from Dundersnuff for many years, and only recently had he been given a chance to redeem that name. August Whitewater, in his jealousy, had ensured that redemption would not come via Slanter. After years on Whitewater’s ship as a slave, Slanter had been left on this island to die. The dwarf had almost given up and allowed himself to do just that; until he saw the phoenix. The phoenix; he had seen that magical bird.

The thought woke Slanter from his slumber, and he almost stumbled back over the ledge. After finding his footing, he started searching for the fire bird that had caused him to climb. It did not take Slanter long to find the huge nest, yet he approached it with apprehension. He was surprised as he maneuvered to see inside the great tangle of sticks and branches. The great phoenix that Slanter had seen the day before was gone, and in its ashes a gray chick blinked at the red bearded dwarf.

Slanter stood there and watched the bird with no regard for time. Finally the chick took one of the large feathers from the previous phoenix in its beak, and craned its neck; offering it to the dwarf. Over and over the small bird did this until all of the feathers were gone from the nest. Slanter stood clutching a hand full of the rare feathers. He also scooped up a small hollowed out log which came to a point at one end and charred black on one side. Slanter petted the baby who let out a tiny squawk, and then he placed the feathers in the log.

The climb down was much easier. For on that day two creatures had been reborn from the ashes.

July 11, 2013

Denying the Knight

by Len

Randall

Randall looked around at what had once been a peaceful city. He placed his wonderful blade in the soil of Pinevale; dozens of dead or dying orcs at his feet. An ogre approached and Randall extended his arm in a gesture of friendship. The two creatures, ogre and man, turned to watch the orcs retreat into the pines.

“You would let them go?” the ogre asked.

Randall nodded, “This war is over.”

*****

Months later Randall found himself standing in front of a panel of knights, fully armored with the exception of their helms. He had fought valiantly against the orcs and the knights had noticed. He was led into the chamber by two hooded men, who stood beside him as the knights began the ceremony.

“You have been summoned here for your outstanding service in the defense of Pinevale. We would like to make you an honorary knight,” Sir Radisson,  the head of the knights, announced proudly.

“I know why I have been summoned here,” Randall stated with an icy tone.

Sir Radisson was surprised by the man’s response. He asked, “Are you not honored?”

Randall’s face looked as if he had smelled a dead animal. “Honored? No.” The council of knights murmured among themselves. They could not believe what they were hearing.

Sir Radisson stood and calmed the others. “You deny our offer, and you dishonor us.”

“You speak of honor as if it were yours to bestow on whoever you like,” Randall scoffed. “I have no desire to have the type of honor I saw on display in Pinevale while your knights were stationed there.”

“You hold your tongue,” one of the council members shouted.

The two men standing next to Randall pulled back their cowls revealing their identities to the knights. King Arrington and Jericho stared at the council. Arrington spoke, “You asked him here, now let him speak his mind.”

“You are not king here, Grey Arrington.” Sir Radisson scolded.”You have no power here.” Jericho let out a snarl, but remained in his human form. “I see you brought your dog,” Radisson teased, hoping that the therian would rage. Then he would have an excuse to have him cut down in front of his king. Jericho surprised everyone by keeping his composure.

Randall broke the tension. “Your men took whatever they wanted while they were in our city; women, food, and any other item they desired. They bullied our young men and forced themselves on our young women. They had no respect for enemy or ally on the battlefield.”

“Lies!” Sir Radisson shouted. “You speak lies!”

“The proof can be seen in the swollen bellies of our women,” King Arrington replied.

“If your women are whores,” said one of the knights with a smirk, “that is not our fault.”

“There is the honor that displayed itself in Pinevale during the war,” Arrington bowed to the man. “Thank you for showing so clearly the truth in our claims.”

Sir Radisson shot the man a glare that ensured that he would be punished for his outburst. “My men reported no such activities.”

“Would they?” Randall asked. “Would they tell you of the heirlooms they plundered from our people? Your men are not guided by any moral code. Your knighthood is based almost exclusively on bloodline. There is little to no honor to be found behind the coat of arms you so proudly bear.”

“Enough!” Sir Radisson exclaimed. “Leave this place now, and never return. The next time Pinevale is under attack, be it orc or troll, do not call upon us for help.”

King Arrington smiled and stated, “We would not wish you to set foot in our city ever again.”

The three men left the citadel of the knights and returned to Pinevale. The alliance between the knights and Pinevale was severed. However, Randall began training new soldiers to protect the city. He rebuilt an army that far exceeded it’s predecessor. Then he faded into obscurity, but he would always be known as the man who denied the knights.