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In the Valus - The Heroes of Marchford (Chapter 14 Continues - 12/24/08)
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<blockquote data-quote="Funeris" data-source="post: 4486040" data-attributes="member: 22792"><p><strong>Chapter 14: Gurnag's Head (continued)</strong></p><p></p><p>A sidelong gust sent a scatter of rain through the open door. A few small windows allowed the gray outside to seep into the chamber, cooling the already frigid stone. </p><p></p><p>Motega poked a blade into a nest, shifting the hay and refuse. His sharp eyes caught upon a few small bones. Fingers, from the shape and quantity. He moved to the next nest, stirred its contents.</p><p></p><p>“What do you know about Dekk?” Magnus posited. </p><p></p><p>Drake pressed his booted foot down. Mewling gurgles escaped his prey while he sheathed a sickle and withdrew a jagged dagger. “He’s a wizard. I do not trust him.” Magnus grinned while Drake continued, “I do not know if he is more interested in the acquisition of power or in the Lady herself. He appears to serve the Lady faithfully.” </p><p></p><p>The dagger plunged through sinew and muscle, notching into bone. Muffled shrieks slipped past the Gordian’s booted foot. A twist broke the hollow bone and allowed the knife to shear through the rest of the small wing. He tossed it carelessly to the side. Drake grabbed the next wing.</p><p></p><p>“Dekk and I have not had much reason to speak. I cannot tell you what flowers or candies he likes if that is your intent, wizard.” </p><p></p><p>“Hah. A mercenary with a sense of humor, lucky us,” Magnus grumbled. “He is a Carrik mage and so my mind is wary.” Fitz touched the wand to another of Magnus’ wounds. The mage tightened for a moment.</p><p></p><p>Motega brought an amulet, the only useful item hidden in the nests, to Magnus. The mage glanced over it quickly, tracing the magic auras with his eyes and deposited it in his haversack. He returned to the questioning. “He’s been working for the Lady for how long?”</p><p></p><p>“He has been at her side as long as I.” Drake released the pin with his boot but snapped his arm below her jaw, his thumb digging into her throat. She thrashed against the Gordian impotently. He had already severed her fingers and toes at the second joint, removing all of her natural weapons except for one. </p><p></p><p>“It has been six turnings of the moon. I believe I was at the Lady’s side maybe a tenday more than he.” The dagger slipped just under the skin of the harpy’s throat. Blood gurgled behind the dagger’s path. </p><p></p><p>Motega glowered. Fitz watched curiously.</p><p></p><p>“What does it matter? We are here to retrieve the key and their bodies.” Drake wiped the blood from the dagger. </p><p></p><p>“Who is at the center of this plot is important,” Magnus admonished. “These are crimes against the court of Rhelm. Crimes that will be punished.”</p><p></p><p>Fitz leaned toward Motega. His eyes were locked on last organ Drake had tossed toward his gruesome pile. He whispered, “Is that her…”</p><p></p><p>“Vocal chords,” Motega affirmed. “That bird will never sing.”</p><p></p><p>Drake poured a healing draught down the harpy’s throat. Slowly, the streams of blood subsided. He looped a heavy rope around her arms and neck, securing several knots before tying the rope to a solid pillar. </p><p></p><p>“Seriously, what are you doing with that harpy?” </p><p></p><p>Drake smiled at Magnus. “Some men have strange tastes. I am going to profit from their desires.”</p><p>“She…she is only a child,” Fitz stammered.</p><p></p><p>“She will provide more years of service that way—and a heftier profit for me.” The Gordian smiled.</p><p></p><p>Motega shook his head. He brought everyone’s attention back to the task at hand. “We have a choice to make. Up or down?”</p><p></p><p>“There seemed to be a body impaled on the flagpole on top of the tower,” the priest reminded. He shifted his eyes to the staircase going up. </p><p></p><p>“Two votes for up,” the Rornman stated. </p><p></p><p>“Up,” both Magnus and Drake agreed. Blades at the ready, the four moved up the staircase.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Funeris, post: 4486040, member: 22792"] [b]Chapter 14: Gurnag's Head (continued)[/b] A sidelong gust sent a scatter of rain through the open door. A few small windows allowed the gray outside to seep into the chamber, cooling the already frigid stone. Motega poked a blade into a nest, shifting the hay and refuse. His sharp eyes caught upon a few small bones. Fingers, from the shape and quantity. He moved to the next nest, stirred its contents. “What do you know about Dekk?” Magnus posited. Drake pressed his booted foot down. Mewling gurgles escaped his prey while he sheathed a sickle and withdrew a jagged dagger. “He’s a wizard. I do not trust him.” Magnus grinned while Drake continued, “I do not know if he is more interested in the acquisition of power or in the Lady herself. He appears to serve the Lady faithfully.” The dagger plunged through sinew and muscle, notching into bone. Muffled shrieks slipped past the Gordian’s booted foot. A twist broke the hollow bone and allowed the knife to shear through the rest of the small wing. He tossed it carelessly to the side. Drake grabbed the next wing. “Dekk and I have not had much reason to speak. I cannot tell you what flowers or candies he likes if that is your intent, wizard.” “Hah. A mercenary with a sense of humor, lucky us,” Magnus grumbled. “He is a Carrik mage and so my mind is wary.” Fitz touched the wand to another of Magnus’ wounds. The mage tightened for a moment. Motega brought an amulet, the only useful item hidden in the nests, to Magnus. The mage glanced over it quickly, tracing the magic auras with his eyes and deposited it in his haversack. He returned to the questioning. “He’s been working for the Lady for how long?” “He has been at her side as long as I.” Drake released the pin with his boot but snapped his arm below her jaw, his thumb digging into her throat. She thrashed against the Gordian impotently. He had already severed her fingers and toes at the second joint, removing all of her natural weapons except for one. “It has been six turnings of the moon. I believe I was at the Lady’s side maybe a tenday more than he.” The dagger slipped just under the skin of the harpy’s throat. Blood gurgled behind the dagger’s path. Motega glowered. Fitz watched curiously. “What does it matter? We are here to retrieve the key and their bodies.” Drake wiped the blood from the dagger. “Who is at the center of this plot is important,” Magnus admonished. “These are crimes against the court of Rhelm. Crimes that will be punished.” Fitz leaned toward Motega. His eyes were locked on last organ Drake had tossed toward his gruesome pile. He whispered, “Is that her…” “Vocal chords,” Motega affirmed. “That bird will never sing.” Drake poured a healing draught down the harpy’s throat. Slowly, the streams of blood subsided. He looped a heavy rope around her arms and neck, securing several knots before tying the rope to a solid pillar. “Seriously, what are you doing with that harpy?” Drake smiled at Magnus. “Some men have strange tastes. I am going to profit from their desires.” “She…she is only a child,” Fitz stammered. “She will provide more years of service that way—and a heftier profit for me.” The Gordian smiled. Motega shook his head. He brought everyone’s attention back to the task at hand. “We have a choice to make. Up or down?” “There seemed to be a body impaled on the flagpole on top of the tower,” the priest reminded. He shifted his eyes to the staircase going up. “Two votes for up,” the Rornman stated. “Up,” both Magnus and Drake agreed. Blades at the ready, the four moved up the staircase. [/QUOTE]
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