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<blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 2881756" data-attributes="member: 3285"><p><strong>Assault Upon the Gate of Tears - Part 2: The Courtyard of Rebirth</strong></p><p></p><p>They mounted the staircase that led up to the city proper. The section of the island appeared to have been excavated in tiers. The lowest was the harbor and dock area. The next highest was not the main plateau.</p><p></p><p>“This is the Courtyard of Rebirth,” said Holden. “Harvesters bring their victims here to be put on the Stage and sold to the highest bidder.”</p><p></p><p>Kham looked bout the small tier. The buildings were an amalgamation of styles and shapes. They were arranged around a central square. At the center of the square was a state of a bare-chested, powerfully built man, his arms outstretched. Around the statue were three small structures that looked like shrines. In one, a man kneeled as if in prayer before it. </p><p></p><p>“And that?” Kham nodded in the direction of the statue.</p><p></p><p>“Those are the Blessing Houses,” said Holden. “That statue is of the Sorcerer-King. Harvesters who tithe their magic in prayer receive a blessing in return.”</p><p></p><p>“A religion that gives something back for once,” said Ilmarė.</p><p></p><p>“Come on,” said Quintus. He made entered one of the buildings, where Harvesters and others moved in and out.</p><p></p><p>The room was luxuriously decorated with plush pillows, thick area rugs and tapestries. Incense burned in two hanging bowls. Strategically placed light globes illuminated the chamber. </p><p></p><p>Seated upon a plush pillow was a huge man flanked by two grim and deadly looking guards. The obese man wore a large, flowing robe that threatened to rip at his slightest movement. Jewelry adorned his neck, wrists and fingers, but they had been on for so long that the fat had grown around them. A thin sheen of sweat covered him from his shaved head to his pudgy, porcine fingers. The musty smell of human stink was thick in the air.</p><p></p><p>“Gorman,” said Holden out of the side of his mouth.</p><p></p><p>At their entrance, Gorman looked up from a scroll and gave a toothy grin. He chuckled, sending ripples cascading through his many chins.</p><p></p><p>“Welcome, blessed Harvesters,” said Gorman in an effeminately high voice. “I trust the harvest has been fruitful and plentiful. I see you have liberated another from the infidels.”</p><p></p><p>“We have indeed,” said Quintus, squeezing Cassicus’ shoulder.</p><p></p><p>“Blessed is the offering that we deliver to His Sorcerous Majesty,” said Gorman. “Who have you brought to my House?”</p><p></p><p>“This is Cassicus val’Tensen,” said Quintus in measured tones. “He is the son of Augustus val’Tensen, a Coryani senator.”</p><p></p><p>The fat around Gorman’s eyes wiggled. “An excellent prize indeed!” He leaned forward, and pillows slid out from beneath his bulk. “Fear not, boy. Your life will now begin anew.” Gorman looked up, a false smile on his lips. “Who delivers him to his salvation?”</p><p></p><p>Quintus thought for a moment. “Flavius.”</p><p></p><p>“Flavius? I’ve never heard of you. Of what Finger?”</p><p></p><p>“The fourth one,” said Quintus confidently.</p><p></p><p>“The fourth what?” asked Gorman.</p><p></p><p>“Wine Drinkers,” whispered Holden behind Quintus.</p><p></p><p>“Flavius of the Wine Drinkers,” said Quintus. “It was all I could do not to tear the boy’s throat out myself. He is bursting with energy.”</p><p></p><p>Gorman leaned back, satisfied. “The boy looks sickly. He may not survive the indoctrination.”</p><p></p><p>“He is well enough,” said Quintus. “Stand up straight, boy!” He shoved Cassicus forward.</p><p></p><p>Cassicus tried to straighten up, but his weariness was visible. </p><p></p><p>“Turn around!” snapped Quintus.</p><p></p><p>Cassicus, slowly, wearily turned in a full circle. When he faced Quintus, there was a grim smile of satisfaction on his lips. It disappeared just as quickly as he turned back to face Gorman.</p><p></p><p>“Hmm,” said Gorman. “The most I can give you is 50 Cerventens.”</p><p></p><p>“Do you take me for a fool?” snarled Quintus. “150 Cerventens!”</p><p></p><p>“150? You drive a hard bargain. 110.”</p><p></p><p>“125.”</p><p></p><p>“Done,” said Gorman. He waved one jiggling limb of fat to his guards. “Take him away.”</p><p></p><p>A pouch was thrown to Vlad by the other guard. He caught it and looked inside.</p><p></p><p>”Steel?” said Vlad, surprised.</p><p></p><p>“Treat it like gold,” said Holden. “It’s Ymandragore’s currency.”</p><p></p><p>“Let us toast to your glorious find,” said Gorman. He clapped his hands, causing an earthquake of fat to wave across his body.</p><p></p><p>The guards threw a wineskin to Kham. Kham looked around, shrugged, and downed much of its contents as Gorman slurped from a goblet.</p><p></p><p>“And now we have other business to attend to,” said Quintus. He whirled, and the others followed.</p><p></p><p>“You did well,” said Holden.</p><p></p><p>“Too well,” said Ilmarė. “You sent a child to certain death. You did not have to make the boy dance.”</p><p></p><p>“I gave a senator’s son a glorious end,” said Quintus, keeping his eyes straight ahead. “I did not ask you to come.”</p><p></p><p>Kham took another swig of the wineskin and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. For once he was silent.</p><p></p><p>He looked back over his shoulder at the statue of the Sorcerer-King. Then Kham swallowed the rest of the wine in the wineskin.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="talien, post: 2881756, member: 3285"] [b]Assault Upon the Gate of Tears - Part 2: The Courtyard of Rebirth[/b] They mounted the staircase that led up to the city proper. The section of the island appeared to have been excavated in tiers. The lowest was the harbor and dock area. The next highest was not the main plateau. “This is the Courtyard of Rebirth,” said Holden. “Harvesters bring their victims here to be put on the Stage and sold to the highest bidder.” Kham looked bout the small tier. The buildings were an amalgamation of styles and shapes. They were arranged around a central square. At the center of the square was a state of a bare-chested, powerfully built man, his arms outstretched. Around the statue were three small structures that looked like shrines. In one, a man kneeled as if in prayer before it. “And that?” Kham nodded in the direction of the statue. “Those are the Blessing Houses,” said Holden. “That statue is of the Sorcerer-King. Harvesters who tithe their magic in prayer receive a blessing in return.” “A religion that gives something back for once,” said Ilmarė. “Come on,” said Quintus. He made entered one of the buildings, where Harvesters and others moved in and out. The room was luxuriously decorated with plush pillows, thick area rugs and tapestries. Incense burned in two hanging bowls. Strategically placed light globes illuminated the chamber. Seated upon a plush pillow was a huge man flanked by two grim and deadly looking guards. The obese man wore a large, flowing robe that threatened to rip at his slightest movement. Jewelry adorned his neck, wrists and fingers, but they had been on for so long that the fat had grown around them. A thin sheen of sweat covered him from his shaved head to his pudgy, porcine fingers. The musty smell of human stink was thick in the air. “Gorman,” said Holden out of the side of his mouth. At their entrance, Gorman looked up from a scroll and gave a toothy grin. He chuckled, sending ripples cascading through his many chins. “Welcome, blessed Harvesters,” said Gorman in an effeminately high voice. “I trust the harvest has been fruitful and plentiful. I see you have liberated another from the infidels.” “We have indeed,” said Quintus, squeezing Cassicus’ shoulder. “Blessed is the offering that we deliver to His Sorcerous Majesty,” said Gorman. “Who have you brought to my House?” “This is Cassicus val’Tensen,” said Quintus in measured tones. “He is the son of Augustus val’Tensen, a Coryani senator.” The fat around Gorman’s eyes wiggled. “An excellent prize indeed!” He leaned forward, and pillows slid out from beneath his bulk. “Fear not, boy. Your life will now begin anew.” Gorman looked up, a false smile on his lips. “Who delivers him to his salvation?” Quintus thought for a moment. “Flavius.” “Flavius? I’ve never heard of you. Of what Finger?” “The fourth one,” said Quintus confidently. “The fourth what?” asked Gorman. “Wine Drinkers,” whispered Holden behind Quintus. “Flavius of the Wine Drinkers,” said Quintus. “It was all I could do not to tear the boy’s throat out myself. He is bursting with energy.” Gorman leaned back, satisfied. “The boy looks sickly. He may not survive the indoctrination.” “He is well enough,” said Quintus. “Stand up straight, boy!” He shoved Cassicus forward. Cassicus tried to straighten up, but his weariness was visible. “Turn around!” snapped Quintus. Cassicus, slowly, wearily turned in a full circle. When he faced Quintus, there was a grim smile of satisfaction on his lips. It disappeared just as quickly as he turned back to face Gorman. “Hmm,” said Gorman. “The most I can give you is 50 Cerventens.” “Do you take me for a fool?” snarled Quintus. “150 Cerventens!” “150? You drive a hard bargain. 110.” “125.” “Done,” said Gorman. He waved one jiggling limb of fat to his guards. “Take him away.” A pouch was thrown to Vlad by the other guard. He caught it and looked inside. ”Steel?” said Vlad, surprised. “Treat it like gold,” said Holden. “It’s Ymandragore’s currency.” “Let us toast to your glorious find,” said Gorman. He clapped his hands, causing an earthquake of fat to wave across his body. The guards threw a wineskin to Kham. Kham looked around, shrugged, and downed much of its contents as Gorman slurped from a goblet. “And now we have other business to attend to,” said Quintus. He whirled, and the others followed. “You did well,” said Holden. “Too well,” said Ilmarė. “You sent a child to certain death. You did not have to make the boy dance.” “I gave a senator’s son a glorious end,” said Quintus, keeping his eyes straight ahead. “I did not ask you to come.” Kham took another swig of the wineskin and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. For once he was silent. He looked back over his shoulder at the statue of the Sorcerer-King. Then Kham swallowed the rest of the wine in the wineskin. [/QUOTE]
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