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Caparin's Tale in the Deep Roads, part 5
Strange Things All About
"Now, I will tell you for the last time Dacha, get away from him."
"Shut your fat mouth Tarlin. You are not the boss of me, nor the leader. My scouts found him, not yours, and I answer only to Garrin."
"Garrin has not returned in three turns, and he left me in control until he returned. Specified in the code, we are supposed to follow his orders-"
A thin yelp could be heard faintly as Caparin struggled to remain concious in a sea of black that tried to overwhelm and sweep over him. Bile could be tasted in the back of his throat, and something crusty and brittle could be felt as a long line down his face pulsed over and over and over again. He could feel bruises and sharp pains farther along down his chest, but his right leg hurt the most with white hot pain coming off of it. Caparin merely gritted his teeth and kept on listening.
"Dacha...." a sniffle. "You are supposed to be following my orders!"
"Stop being petulent you pathetic squirt. We have to question him and how he found the Vault up above."
"He stumbled into it plainly enough, we can just use the Violet Spice to remove what he knows." Another sniffle, wet and sharp.
"We could," said the other person. "But at the same time we need to be sure. Which spice did you give him?"
"Black."
A sound of flesh hitting flesh and a sharp crack could be heard as a sharper yelp echoed out. "Dachas, why in the thirty three hells did you do that?"
"Black spice. Why did you give it to him?"
"Brings people back to the real world faster than other spices, and the peppers are especially fine. They heal injuries after all!"
"It would have been better to leave him under for a few days then interrogate him. Did you even think before you did that?"
"Why yes I did. Your men were not very gentle with him. He was dropped into a pit, and they sure took their sweet, everlasting time getting to him."
"Yulara, I'm going to skin and flay the lot of them alive. You stay here with the traveler, and I will go speak to them." The sound of heavy boots tramping off could be heard, thick leather slapping at the floor repeatedly.
Come on Caparin, stay awake. You can do this. Open your eyes, come on, come on, come on. He cracked his eyes open barely. There we go, just a little more, and finally I can wake up. Maybe they can give me some food and water. His lips were chapped and his throat dry, and just as he was thinking to himself, his stomach rumbled in a quaking manner. The thought of food filled his entire mind now as his dry tongue flicked across his lips.
"Always leave me with the dirty work don't you Dacha." A guttural curse filled the air as the creature that paced around the room spat on the floor. "'Slar do this, Slar do that, I'm tired of taking the horsehockye that you stack upon me. I'm not a thrall for the sake of the thirty three gods, I'm a leader and a strong man."
A testy clicking like someon'es tongue flicking against their teeth and against the roof of their mouth. "He has nothing to throw against me while I hold everything. Once Garrin gets back he'll put Dachas in his place most certainly, yes, yes, yesh he will."
Caparin cracked his eyes open further, wincing in pain. Bruises surrounded his eyes and over much of his face, the sharpness added onto by the bright blue fame that hung in the air in the brazier. Two more braziers could be seen in his peripheral vision as he squinted, his eyes slowly adjusting.
As he slowly began to regain feeling in much of his limbs, he could feel the cold stone underneath him. Wonderful. Just wonderful. At the very least it was smooth.
Caparin dragged his head up slowly, bright lights and stars still lighting up in front of his eyes. He turned his head left, then right. Where was that man?
"Ah, so you are awake."
Caparin turned around to stare in the other occupant's face. He passed out again.
"Lords of the Deep and Lords of the Dark, Maidens of the Light and the Maidens of the Pool, Crones that light our paths with the lanterns that they wield, and Ladies that bestow upon us all the blessings that flow forth from their favor to mortal creatures. For in the dark, we are all brothers, all friends, men who are hid by shadow and are held in the spell of fraternity. For indeed we all are brothers in the dark, compatriots and comrades that shall march to the edges of the world until it cracks and falls away into the next."
The booming notes of the preach that rose and fell from outside of the window could be easily heard clearly and precisely. No longer did Caparin here the other tongue that had been used by these creatures before.
It had easily awoken him as he lay on the stone bench, hands clasped around a sword. His thin scratchs and wounds that had covered his face and body had been sealed up with gauze and a bowl of black peppers had been provided, seemingly in case if he got hungry as well as a jug of water.
"And lo, the ones that came from the Deep were repulsed by the guardians, men and soldiers that had been consigned to the deep long ago to try and stop them from regaining ground. We must keep them back, and we must do our duty and out task left to us by the Predecessors and the Ones Who Came Before on the Highmount Peak. So says the gods, and so says the texts of old."
"So says the texts of old," a thundering cry rang out in unision. Thousands must be gathered outside, although Caparin could not make out their features. Thousands of blue torches that flickered and guttered, casting a pallid and unearthly light over the city were everywhere.
"We have done much and we shall do more to prevent the world from falling into darkness, or plunging into the destruction by fire. For the silver hammer that strikes the hot steel shall hammer out a new future, one that shall be carved in peace and love instead of blood and blades. We can hope and we can pray. Only the gods can do what we wish to happen."
"For after all, we have served them faithfully and fully ever since the Purging in the long last ages of time and the futility that we felt when we were forced to witness and we were told and forced to observe what would happen if we did allow the beasts to rise again and take the hearts and minds of men and women alike and lead them to the roads that have no end with silken promises and fine words."
"For we are the sons of the forgotten people that once called us brothers, sisters, friends and elsewise. We are the ones that shall do our task as it was given to us and we shall not stand aside and allow this darkness to sweep across the land."
Caparin sighed. He had a front row seat to this religious dogma, and he did not really care much for it. He'd only been able to tolerate little bits of what the priests would tell in their sermons as the village gathered in communion time.
"Think it's boring as well?"
A thin chill crept up Caparin's spine as he slowly rose from the bench and looked at the visitor. The same person that had been in here before was here again.
"Something the matter?"
The person that stood in the doorway was like a man, yet he wasn't. The features of an average person, a thin stubble growin along his chin, but the skin around his eyes was off. To be specific; it was a dark, blackish color in swirling patterns that crept into what would have been the whites of his eyes and wrapped around the crimson colored part of the main eye that gazed at Caparin questioningly as long strands of white hair fell into his face.
"Something the matter?" The other man said again as his lips curled up to reveal sharp teeth like a wild animal. "Hungry?"
Caparin shook his head slowly from side to side. At least this wasn't as bad as seeing his own corpse.
Strange Things All About
"Now, I will tell you for the last time Dacha, get away from him."
"Shut your fat mouth Tarlin. You are not the boss of me, nor the leader. My scouts found him, not yours, and I answer only to Garrin."
"Garrin has not returned in three turns, and he left me in control until he returned. Specified in the code, we are supposed to follow his orders-"
A thin yelp could be heard faintly as Caparin struggled to remain concious in a sea of black that tried to overwhelm and sweep over him. Bile could be tasted in the back of his throat, and something crusty and brittle could be felt as a long line down his face pulsed over and over and over again. He could feel bruises and sharp pains farther along down his chest, but his right leg hurt the most with white hot pain coming off of it. Caparin merely gritted his teeth and kept on listening.
"Dacha...." a sniffle. "You are supposed to be following my orders!"
"Stop being petulent you pathetic squirt. We have to question him and how he found the Vault up above."
"He stumbled into it plainly enough, we can just use the Violet Spice to remove what he knows." Another sniffle, wet and sharp.
"We could," said the other person. "But at the same time we need to be sure. Which spice did you give him?"
"Black."
A sound of flesh hitting flesh and a sharp crack could be heard as a sharper yelp echoed out. "Dachas, why in the thirty three hells did you do that?"
"Black spice. Why did you give it to him?"
"Brings people back to the real world faster than other spices, and the peppers are especially fine. They heal injuries after all!"
"It would have been better to leave him under for a few days then interrogate him. Did you even think before you did that?"
"Why yes I did. Your men were not very gentle with him. He was dropped into a pit, and they sure took their sweet, everlasting time getting to him."
"Yulara, I'm going to skin and flay the lot of them alive. You stay here with the traveler, and I will go speak to them." The sound of heavy boots tramping off could be heard, thick leather slapping at the floor repeatedly.
Come on Caparin, stay awake. You can do this. Open your eyes, come on, come on, come on. He cracked his eyes open barely. There we go, just a little more, and finally I can wake up. Maybe they can give me some food and water. His lips were chapped and his throat dry, and just as he was thinking to himself, his stomach rumbled in a quaking manner. The thought of food filled his entire mind now as his dry tongue flicked across his lips.
"Always leave me with the dirty work don't you Dacha." A guttural curse filled the air as the creature that paced around the room spat on the floor. "'Slar do this, Slar do that, I'm tired of taking the horsehockye that you stack upon me. I'm not a thrall for the sake of the thirty three gods, I'm a leader and a strong man."
A testy clicking like someon'es tongue flicking against their teeth and against the roof of their mouth. "He has nothing to throw against me while I hold everything. Once Garrin gets back he'll put Dachas in his place most certainly, yes, yes, yesh he will."
Caparin cracked his eyes open further, wincing in pain. Bruises surrounded his eyes and over much of his face, the sharpness added onto by the bright blue fame that hung in the air in the brazier. Two more braziers could be seen in his peripheral vision as he squinted, his eyes slowly adjusting.
As he slowly began to regain feeling in much of his limbs, he could feel the cold stone underneath him. Wonderful. Just wonderful. At the very least it was smooth.
Caparin dragged his head up slowly, bright lights and stars still lighting up in front of his eyes. He turned his head left, then right. Where was that man?
"Ah, so you are awake."
Caparin turned around to stare in the other occupant's face. He passed out again.
"Lords of the Deep and Lords of the Dark, Maidens of the Light and the Maidens of the Pool, Crones that light our paths with the lanterns that they wield, and Ladies that bestow upon us all the blessings that flow forth from their favor to mortal creatures. For in the dark, we are all brothers, all friends, men who are hid by shadow and are held in the spell of fraternity. For indeed we all are brothers in the dark, compatriots and comrades that shall march to the edges of the world until it cracks and falls away into the next."
The booming notes of the preach that rose and fell from outside of the window could be easily heard clearly and precisely. No longer did Caparin here the other tongue that had been used by these creatures before.
It had easily awoken him as he lay on the stone bench, hands clasped around a sword. His thin scratchs and wounds that had covered his face and body had been sealed up with gauze and a bowl of black peppers had been provided, seemingly in case if he got hungry as well as a jug of water.
"And lo, the ones that came from the Deep were repulsed by the guardians, men and soldiers that had been consigned to the deep long ago to try and stop them from regaining ground. We must keep them back, and we must do our duty and out task left to us by the Predecessors and the Ones Who Came Before on the Highmount Peak. So says the gods, and so says the texts of old."
"So says the texts of old," a thundering cry rang out in unision. Thousands must be gathered outside, although Caparin could not make out their features. Thousands of blue torches that flickered and guttered, casting a pallid and unearthly light over the city were everywhere.
"We have done much and we shall do more to prevent the world from falling into darkness, or plunging into the destruction by fire. For the silver hammer that strikes the hot steel shall hammer out a new future, one that shall be carved in peace and love instead of blood and blades. We can hope and we can pray. Only the gods can do what we wish to happen."
"For after all, we have served them faithfully and fully ever since the Purging in the long last ages of time and the futility that we felt when we were forced to witness and we were told and forced to observe what would happen if we did allow the beasts to rise again and take the hearts and minds of men and women alike and lead them to the roads that have no end with silken promises and fine words."
"For we are the sons of the forgotten people that once called us brothers, sisters, friends and elsewise. We are the ones that shall do our task as it was given to us and we shall not stand aside and allow this darkness to sweep across the land."
Caparin sighed. He had a front row seat to this religious dogma, and he did not really care much for it. He'd only been able to tolerate little bits of what the priests would tell in their sermons as the village gathered in communion time.
"Think it's boring as well?"
A thin chill crept up Caparin's spine as he slowly rose from the bench and looked at the visitor. The same person that had been in here before was here again.
"Something the matter?"
The person that stood in the doorway was like a man, yet he wasn't. The features of an average person, a thin stubble growin along his chin, but the skin around his eyes was off. To be specific; it was a dark, blackish color in swirling patterns that crept into what would have been the whites of his eyes and wrapped around the crimson colored part of the main eye that gazed at Caparin questioningly as long strands of white hair fell into his face.
"Something the matter?" The other man said again as his lips curled up to reveal sharp teeth like a wild animal. "Hungry?"
Caparin shook his head slowly from side to side. At least this wasn't as bad as seeing his own corpse.