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Old 10-08-2018, 03:37 PM   #31
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Part 11

Things began to happen faster than Brendun could keep track of. To his right Tabitha took the crossbow off the floor and in the same motion triggered it sending the bolt flying low at one of the summoned pirates. He spun his head to the left to see if he could find Alo and as he did the pirate in the middle caught sight of him through the mist, turned on her heels and came at him.

He had no time! He shouted a cryptic warning, “The Floor!” And then he brought his other foot up under him until he was rocking on his heels, staying crouched low. He thought for a moment of dropping the sword, afraid it would be of no use against the long handled gaff, but then he had an idea.

Brendun moved at the pirate coming toward him and waited until she drew the gaff to one side in a telling motion that she was aiming for his legs, probably meaning to trip him in the first attack, putting him at a disadvantage right from the get go. He leaned far over toward that side, and struck the gaff with the sword shoving it back. Her body was twisted already and the blow loosened her grip. One of her hands came free of the gaff and the end hit the floor before she could bring it forward.

He was trying to decide if going left, to help Alo was more important than dealing with the pirate in front of him when out of the corner of his eye he saw the octopus-girl rise quickly off the ground with both of her swords ready. She lunged at the pirate near her, and Brendun had to shout again, “The Floor!”

This time the warning sank in and Alo, with an agility far beyond anything Brendun knew the girl was capable of, seemed to leap off the ground in a fluid extension of one, two, three, then four tentacles each one following after the other, until she sprung completely over the section of the floor that he had marked out with pieces of wood.

Alo landed in a flawless reverse of the same motion which took her off the ground, to the right of her attacker and almost beside him. Her swords flashed in the torchlight and ribbons of red blood splashed away from the man’s arms. He tried to out maneuver the octopus, by stepping quickly to his left, and that was his demise. Brendun only had a brief moment to watch as the man disappeared through the false floor before the pirate he was tangling with had recovered her weapon and was taking a defensive stand close to him, possibly waiting for him to make the next move.

The pirate’s scream, from the pit trap he had stepped in, came well after he had fallen, or it seemed that way to Brendun. Once again the woman in front of him took a wide spread two handed hold on the handle of the gaff, this time bringing it over her head for a powerful downward smash, but Brendun took that opportunity to leap at her dropping the sword, relying on the dagger and his brawling skill to hopefully catch the pirate off balance and drive her to the ground.

He had no idea what situation Tabitha was in now nor could he afford to take his eyes off the pirate, as his full weight slammed into hers, to see what Alo was doing now. The woman didn’t drop the gaff, but brought it down behind Brendun’s back in a vise like clamp at his shoulders. This kept his dagger arm from being able to extend out far enough and as he brought his arm in the dagger only struck the pirate’s belt and was stopped. Then he felt them both falling to the side as she shifted her hips.

He fell on top of her, the gaff pinning his shoulders to her waist. She wrapped her legs around his hips and quickly brought the gaff up to the back of his neck pulling in with such strength that Brendun blew out his last held breath before he had any chance to prepare.

Brendun felt his eyes close and saw bright lights behind his eyelids, blinking and growing in intensity. It was an experience he knew well. The pirate had not only managed to get his breath but had clamped down hard enough to pinch the blood flowing to his brain. It would not be long before he lost consciousness and with one last effort he pointed the heavy dagger up and forced his arm to extend. The blade pierced her flesh and went in far enough to strike her lung, he knew, but it was not going to be enough.

Suddenly the woman below him went completely limp. The gaff swung away from his neck as her hands lost all strength. Brendun pitched his weight to the right, staying as far away from the opening in the floor as he could and lay on his back gasping for breath. When he opened his eyes he saw Alo with her body low over the pirate woman’s chest, both swords buried through the woman’s breast.

In another instant the summoned pirate’s dead body vanished.

“That was too damned close,” Brendun stammered. Looking up at Alo, he tried to get to his feet, and reaching out a hand as he stumbled he said, “Tabitha, give me a hand will you?”

There was no response.

He rolled, instead, onto his hands and knees, and turned his head in the direction where Tabatha was last kneeling on the floor. She was upright, on her knees. Her expression was blank, except for a slight smile. She was holding her right shoulder with her left hand. Her shirt was almost completely covered in blood. Tabitha’s eyes closed and shell fell forward onto her face.

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“Tabitha!” Brendun shouted, as he watched her fall, and then he remembered, the third pirate was still somewhere around. He had foolishly forgotten and now the only thing he could do was shout another warning to Alo as he scrambled to get to his feet.

“Alo, the other pirate, do you see him?”

Alo spun on her tentacles, drawing her swords upward as she moved, and then slid sideways across Brendun’s field of view, moving quickly to his right and toward the open chest.

“There, ohhhffer that wwwayhhh,” Alo said, pointing to the left.

The third pirate was still holding the two small hand axes, but had moved in a semicircle out and away from Tabitha until he was standing nearer to the pile of rubble on the far side of the room. It was two against one now, and those were never good odds for a fighter with small weapons. He must have gotten the jump on Tabitha, and now Brendun wasn’t sure his friend was even still alive.

He fought the urge to run to Tabitha’s side, and take her up in his arms, tell her everything would be alright. They had had many close calls together, the two of them, many scrapes, bruises, and hurts of different kinds were shared between the two of them, even caused by each other in fact, but knowing she was lying on the floor bleeding heavily was tearing Brendun’s heart into pieces.

He took one step to his right, and without looking away from the pirate, Brendun whispered to Alo, “There’s just no way that there’s enough strength in that chest to keep this pirate here for very long. All we should have to do is move in opposite directions, keep him confused and on the defense and eventually he should return to whatever world he was summoned from, but we need to get to Tabitha, quickly, so I don’t know what else to do but take this guy head on and see what he’s…”

Before Brendun could finish, Alo charged across the room as fast as six limbs could propel her forward. She caught the pirate by surprise and slashed with one rapier, while stabbing with the second. The summoned pirate was just too slow to put up any kind of defense and as quickly as Alo’s blows struck, he was disappearing in a vapor that vanished almost immediately.

With that, Brendun turned and threw himself on the ground sliding toward Tabitha until her head was in his hands. He gentle lifted her by the sides of her head, feeling her thick, silky hair between his fingers. She was still warm, and for that he gave a soft whispered thank you to the gods.

“Tabitha, Tabitha, sweetheart, open your eyes, Tabitha, say something, Tabitha?” Brendun spoke to her in a tone that he had not forgotten, from a time when they were much closer than they were now.

She did not respond, and he leaned his ear down close to her lips. He could feel her breath, but they were slow and shallow. He pulled his knees up under him, and raised her slowly until he could see the wound on her shoulder. It was large, deep, and bleeding, but thankfully it wasn’t spurting out blood into the air, which told him the blow had missed arteries, and again for that he was thankful. It didn’t look like the sort of wound that he felt should have taken Tabitha out of the fight, and as he tried to get one arm around her back, to support her slight upper body, he discovered the real reason she had fallen.

Tabitha’s back was wet with blood as well. The pirate, somehow had gotten behind her before she had time to get on her feet, and slashed a long wound across her back below her ribs. She had lost a lot of blood in a short time, and Brendun wasn’t sure there was anything he could do to help her. The thought that she was going to die in his arms overwhelmed him and he felt the sting of hot tears fill his eyes.

“The kit!” Alo said as she came up behind Brendun. “Shhhe ahas thhhhe healinah kit, inah hhhherrrr pouch.”

“Yes, the healer’s kit, how did I forget?” Brendun said choking back his grief. He reached down to her waist, and gently felt around for the fold where her pouch was hidden.

“Keep trying soldier, it’s a bit lower than that,” Tabatha spoke with heaves of her chest.

“Tabitha!” Brendun scolded, “Stop scaring me to death, I’m looking for your pouch, not a good time.”

“Good times don’t come cheap,” Tabitha said.

It was an inside joke, a thing from their past that once would have made them both laugh out loud. He remembered those times, and emotions ran over him threatening to shut down every thought he had.

“She’sssh ahhlivvhe,” Alo exclaimed, and dropped low to the ground beside Brendun. She wrapped the two of them together with three of her tentacles, raising the swords up and out of the way and pushed her mantle hard against them.

The warmth of Alo’s body gave Brendun renewed strength and purpose. His fingers found the opening of Tabitha’s pouch and as if he had never forgotten how to do this, as if it was only a day since they last saw each other, and not a year, he wiggled his hand gentle back and forth until the muscles of her pouch relaxed and his hand slid inside. He found the pouch easily, and pulled it free. With one hand still behind Tabitha’s back, he unrolled the leather on Tabitha’s stomach, quickly ran his hand over the contents and then recognized the bottle that held the sealer. The same liquid she had used earlier on his leg to close the wound from tumbling into Alo’s rapier.

He raised the bottle slowly, giving it a gentle shake.

“I don’t know if there is enough to do the job,” he said more to himself than to the others.

He looked first at Tabitha’s back, and then at her shoulder. The shoulder had stopped bleeding heavily, but was oozing still, while her back seemed to be the worse of the two. “Help me roll her over,” He said to Alo, and then put the bottle of sealer in his teeth.

Working together Alo and Brendun rolled Tabitha onto her front side. Alo moved quickly to reposition Tabitha’s arms as they worked.

Brendun took the bottle from his teeth, and said to Alo, “Hold her head to the side, and watch her mouth, in case she begins to vomit.” And then he leaned close to Tabitha’s ear, gently brushed her hair away and placed a kiss right where she liked it best, saying, “Tabitha, this might sting.”
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With the fingers of one hand Brendun stretched out the fabric of Tabitha’s shirt and holding the last bottle of nacromoid oil he pulled the stopper from the bottle with his teeth and quickly poured all that remained out along the gash on Tabitha’s back as carefully as he could to avoid any of the chemical being wasted on her cloths.

He braced his body against hers expecting the reaction to the stinging oil to cause her to spasm uncontrollably, but she did not move. Tabitha lay limp on the floor, with Alo cradling her head. Again Brendun leaned his head far to the ground and placed his ear near his friend’s lips, listening, feeling for life.

“She still alive,” Brendun let out with a sigh as he straightened up, “But she won’t last very long, even with the oil sealing that wound. She’s lost a lot of blood, and I think she’s in shock. We’ve got to get her out of here, as fast as we can and I don’t know how to do that.”

“Thhhherressssaa sssohhhmeonneha hhinnn thhheha ssssity wwwhhhoa cahhhannnn hhhelpaha, wwhhhhee…”

“Alo, Alo,” Brendun took the girl’s free tentacles in his hands and pulled her to him, making her release her hold on Tabitha’s head, “Listen to me. You have to concentrate. Slow down, I don’t understand you when you get excited like this.”

The octopus-girl pressed her head against Brendun’s shoulder and began to cry. “I am sorry,” she said between sobs placing out each word with a measured breath between them. “There is a man-being in the city that can help us. He has helped us before, if we can reach him in time. I know the way. Can you carry Tabitha by yourself?”

“Yes, yes I can,” Brendun soothed the girl with his words. “But, that will mean that you must lead the way. I’ll be right behind you, but I won’t be able to help you if we are caught off guard, until I can set her down safely. Do you understand what that means?”

Alo pulled out of Brendun’s grip, and rose to her full height. She slid across the floor to where the Brand was lying, took it from the ground in one tentacle, and with two others drew her swords, turned back to Brendun and said slowly, “Where should I go?”

“That’s the spirit, Alo,” Brendun stood and looked around the room. He first went to the torches, still burning and shedding some light all around, and with his foot he stomped out two of them, picking up the third he went to the chest, the sea chest that was the cause of the problem they now had to face.

He looked into the chest, and was disappointed. It was practically empty. He could even see the bottom of the chest through the few items lying in it. A couple of bags, small, but made of heavy material were near one corner of the box, and by the lumpy shape of them he could almost be certain they were filled with coins. Near them was a pile of gold and silver chains with various trinkets and amulets of precious stones, fancy carvings from whale teeth, and other moderately valuable trinkets, baubles, and other small things he could not recognize. Laying a little way from this small pile of treasure was a jeweled handled sabre, in a leather scabbard lying across what looked to be a small empty leather satchel. At least that was convenient, Brendun though.

Everything except the sabre would fit easily in the satchel, and he quickly gathered the treasure and began shoving it into the bag. That was when he noticed a slim, leather bound book in the satchel. He didn’t take the time to examine it, but just shoved it aside, and continued to fill the bag with everything that was there. He slung the satchel over one shoulder, stuffed the sabre into his belt, and then turned.

“We’ve found a decent treasure here, and I only hope it is enough to pay for the healing Tabitha needs and leave us enough left over to buy some better gear. When we get out of here, and we will in time, I can feel it, we will, we’ll rest up a few days and try again. Now let’s find the pirate’s regular escape from this place. It can’t be far. There, head down that passageway across the way. I’ll be right behind you. Keep the Brand high, and try not to be in a hurry. Slow and steady wins the race. I always say,” Brendun said.

Alo led the way, while Brendun picked Tabitha up with both hands, cradling her close to his chest. He remembered how light she was, and he was thankful she wasn’t wearing a chain mail shirt or any sort of breast plate that he would have had to leave behind, but of course she hadn’t dressed for this sort of thing, and neither had he. Armor would have probably made the difference in Tabitha’s condition right now, but now was not the time to second guess her, or trouble himself with bad decisions he had already made.

They moved slowly through a twisting passageway of natural stone and earth shored up in many places with bricks and timbers. Someone had put some serious work into this little hideout, and it hadn’t been too long ago. In this damp environment, the wood would have rotted away in ten years or more, unless it was maintained. Twice the passageway opened up into larger rooms, empty, except for broken furniture, probably the work of the frog-men.

It seemed like a long time had passed, too long Brendun worried, when quite unexpectedly Alo came to a sudden stop.

Brendun’s breathing, by this time, had become labored, and he had missed what Alo had heard at first.

Speaking slowly, Alo said, “Do you hear that?”

Brendun closed his mouth, took a few deep breaths in and out through his nose and listened. Ahead of them came the sound of tools striking the walls, and muffled chatter.

“Let’s hope they’re friendly,” Brendun said.

The moved forward, slower even than they had been moving before, and then a light appeared from around a corner, to their right.

“Alo,” Brendun whispered, “Can you peek around the corner and see what is there?”

Alo nodded her head, and slid quietly ahead. Reaching behind her with one tentacle she placed the Brand on the ground as she went.
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Brendun held his breath as he watched Alo move silently forward. He watched the ground, taking note of the almost mechanical precision with which Alo moved each of the five tentacles she had on the ground one after another.

She came to a stop, and Brendun shifted his eyes upward, taking in the almost human like form of the octopus-girls body, concealed mostly as it was by her long Rindale cloak.

It still struck him as odd, how many people were still confused about exactly how the octopus-folk were, well to put it bluntly, arranged. Many times a poster, wanted posters most often, would appear around the port city identifying octopus-men or women who were wanted for terrible crimes, and most of the time the charges were trumped up or even completely false, because blaming the silent, mysterious, unfriendly octopus-folk was the easiest thing to do, but those posters almost always got them wrong, and mostly no one cared how wrong the pictures were. The octopus-folk, or as Brendun had just learned from Alo, Mauli, as she called herself, were not even close to being like the water living creatures that most other folk associated with them, that is actual octopuses. Alo had a body, not a human body exactly, but it was similar, and much smaller. The upper part of this body, what Brendun called her mantle, was basically shaped like the upper torso of a human, with no arms. Alo’s head, which was disproportionate to her body, but not grossly so, sat on a slim, short neck and when covered by the hood of her clock, in the shadows, could be taken for a regular person’s head, but with perhaps a full head of thick hair. Alo, of course, had no hair, and Brendun could not recall ever having seen any sort of octopus-folk with hair at all, even though some wanted posters drew hair on wanted octopus-folk, probably to make them look even more frightening. Brendun had no idea how the inside of a Mauli was arranged. He couldn’t figure out where their stomach might actually be, because where the waist of a regular human folk started, on her, on Alo, this was where her legs began. Alo’s legs, or tentacles, were both arms and legs, and they were thick, flexible, and strong. She could raise as many as five of her tentacles into the air, he had seen her do it, and balance on just three, but he had been able to tell from watching her that she preferred to have five tentacles on the ground, leaving three for her to use as arms. If not for the tentacles, and the slightly larger head, Alo would be a slim, normal looking human girl. Getting to know her over the past few hours had told Brendun that indifferent to what she looked like at all, in many ways, Alo was just like any other, frightened, but determined, human girl.

He hadn’t realized he had been thinking about her in such a far off way, and when she appeared next to him he was startled.

Alo spoke slowly. “It is a group of Turturons,” she said in a whisper. “It looks like a working party. They are dressed for hard work, and have tools for working the hard rock walls ahead. There are nine of them.”

“Turturons,” Brendun exhaled, “we are, indeed, in luck. I know a few of them, and I know that as folk go they are usually not dangerous. Quick, let’s let them know we are here and see if they can help us find our way out.”

Alo retrieved the brand from the floor, sheathed her swords and lowering her height just a bit, drifted to the side to let Brendun take the lead.

Brendun moved ahead feeling the strain of carrying Tabitha beginning to take a toll on him. His legs burned and his back ached, but he was still a long, long way from giving out or giving in.

When they rounded the corner of the wall Brendun looked across the chamber taking a moment to try and make eye contact with as many of the working Turturons as he could. His eyes fell on a fellow with muddy-brown hair, braided in a thick twist that was over his left shoulder and hanging down in front of him almost to his belt. Brendun smiled and sighed in relief. The Turturon’s eyes grew large, and his head tilted back in surprise.

“Brendun Mark, Kud zok man, what are you doing down here?” the Turturon said.

Turturons were another strange folk of the city. They were about the same height as common dwarves, and built thick like dwarves as well, but they were a reptilian race. Their arms and legs were stout and shorter than they should be for their size, and their skin was a thick, tough hide of small scales. Most Turturons were green or brown, but some were mottled in different colors of blue, green, brown or black. They had a shell on their backs, covering them from just above the shoulders to about mid-thigh, narrow, and rounded, with a slight flip upward near the edges. The shell and reptilian skin gave them the appearance of turtles, and that is where the name of their kind came from. Unlike the Mauli, or at least from what Brendun could tell from meeting Alo, Turturons did not mind the name, and he did not know if it was a name they called themselves originally or if it came to them some other way, but Turturons were not like Mauli, not like octopus-folk.

They were gregarious, often to a fault, hardworking folk who were well known for their knowledge in building, mining, and tool making crafts. Most Turturons were well employed in the city, and often worked for some of the major labor guilds. They did not tend to like being in positions of responsibility or leadership, but preferred humble jobs that kept them busy all work day long, and in their private lives they were quiet, reserved, and respectable.

Perhaps the thing most striking about Turturons was that their faces, which were almost human like in every way, were very much alike from individual to individual, making it hard to tell one Turturon from another, by just their face alone, but Turturons had thick, course hair, often worn in braids, or tied in bundles on the tops of their heads. Each Turturon took unique pride in the particular length, cut, and knot style of the hair on their head, and it was this feature that Brendun recognized right away when the fellow spoke his name.

“Thomas,” Brendun said to the fellow, “I am so glad it’s you. I’ll be quick about it my friend, I’m lost, and in trouble. Do any of you happen to be carrying any Stanley Clark’s Snat Oil Liniment? My friend here is in bad shape.”

It was about then that the rest of the Turturons, who had been working at the walls in the large chamber, with picks and spades, noticed that Alo and Brendun, carrying Tabitha, had stumbled into their midst.

“Ah, what now,”

“Great Kud, is she alive?”

“Oh, the poor dear,”

Came the voices of some of the Turturons as they closed in around Brendun, reaching out to help him lower Tabitha gently to the floor.

As soon as Brendun mentioned the need for a liniment, half the Turturons in the group began searching through backs, some on other's backs, some on the floor.

Timothy pushed through those of his friends near Brendun, to stand close to Tabitha. “Aye, she doesn’t look good. I hope we can help you, Master Mark, but I don’t think anyone brought anything like Stanley Clark’s with us. We might have some lanolin balm, or some tincture of willow bark, for aches and pains, but I don’t think we have anything stronger than that.”

“Anything, at this point, will help, Thomas,” Brendun said.

“Why are you down here?” Thomas asked, putting emphasis on his question.

“I was, I mean, we were along the sea wall, on the coast road, and got in this trapped wall situation that dumped us down here. Next thing I knew we were facing some bullywugs, and after that we ran afoul of another trap. That one injured my friend, Tabitha. Tell me Thomas, is there a way out of here, close by.”

“Oh for sure and for certain lad. Here,” Thomas stepped to the side, and moved one of his friends out of the way with a gentle hand, “You see that wall over there, and the passageway at the end. That leads right away to a wide stair, a wooden stair, which leads up to the old Fauldor’s Hall.”

“Thank you, Thomas, thank you so much. We need to be on our way,” Brendun began as he took a knee in preparation of lifting Tabitha again. “Wait, did you say Fauldor’s Hall? The old secret gambling hall that was run by Dorn Fauldor? The one beneath the Bench Board tavern, on Ferry Way?”

“Aye, aye, that is the place. This fellow, some fellow by the name of Captain Terring I think, bought the Hall from old Lady Peabody, Dorn’s sister, and hired my crew to open up these chambers. I had no idea the place stretched all the way out to the coast road, and bullywugs and traps you say. That’s going to be on the extras list for sure and for certain.”

Brendun turned to Alo, “How far is your friend from the Bench Board?”

“Alo moved out from the shadows behind Brendun, and said, “I don’t know. I don’t know the city. Tabitha did. I relied on her to get around and stay out of trouble.”

When Alo exposed herself to the curious eyes of the Turturons, their reaction caught her off guard.

End of Chapter 2

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I am wondering if I should open a new thread for people to talk with me about the story, what works and what doesn’t, and how to possibly make it feel even more like a “The Fantasy Trip” – story

I’m sort of curious to get some feedback on this work, as I am not a professional writer.

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Brendun carefully lifted Tabitha from the floor, ready to get moving up and out of this place as soon as possible when he saw the curious Turturons moving in on Alo.

To her credit, she did not immediately act in a hostile way, but Brendun could tell the close little folk where making Alo nervous.

“Owww,”

“Ahhh,”

“Vervee,”

They made strange sounds as they gathered around her, and finally one of them, one young female with thick reddish hair in a tight braid worn pulled over her shoulder and hanging down across her ample chest, was the first to say anything else.

“You are, Nadin, or Thavin, yes? From the noble’s barge? You are one of the outcasts?” she said. Her voice was deep, and her words carried a tone of compassion.

Another among the Turturons, an older man, standing behind the girl who spoke, pointed his arm from where he stood, indicating Alo’s forehead, “She has the brand of the untouchable.”

There were other sounds of sympathy, surprise, and curiosity from the Turturons. Finally, as Brendun noticed Alo’s quivering, and the slight lifting of her sword arms, he had to ask his friend to put a stop to the curious, but not threatening behavior, before Alo lost control.

“Thomas, please, ask your people to give her some space. She is young, and inexperienced.”

Alo shifted in a slow slide to the side, away from the gathering little people, and came close to Brendun.

“I can speak for myself,” she said, speaking slow, loud, and clear. She turned in place, a graceful pirouette, bowed to the Turturons, and then rising she lowered all of her arms, and said, “I am Mauli A’Anawa. This is where I was born. I am neither noble born nor of the warrior class, not a Nadin or a Thavin. I am the slave of the girl, the one this man carries. My name is Alo Tanas Gynemid, and I am not your enemy.”

Her words had a pronounced effect on the Turturons, who all took turns bowing, placing one hand against their forehead, and saying softly, “We welcome a friend of our people.”

Brendun leaned toward Alo and whispered, “Well done,” and then turned away, toward Thomas and said, “Thank you, we’ll be on our way now.”

“When you get to the stairs,” Thomas said from behind Brendun, “be careful. We’ve set up some planks on the steps, on the right-hand side, to make it easier to get the wheelbarrows up and down here. Good luck Brendun Mark.”

Alo followed Brendun as he slowly walked away from the Turturons. It was only when they reached the bottom of the stairs going up, back into the city, back to where they might get the help they need that Alo said, quite innocently to Brendun, “what do you think she meant by ‘the noble’s barge’?”

Brendun had to stop. He thought about the question for a moment. He tried to imagine what that simple comment could mean, but it couldn’t mean what he thought it meant. There had not been an octopus-folk barge in the harbor, here, in fifteen years, and when that happened it almost started a panic that nearly emptied a third of the city. It couldn’t be happening again. Twice he opened his mouth to say something to Alo, anything that night answer her question, but he couldn’t put the words together in his head. It would have to wait, “I don’t know,” he said at last, and keeping to the left of the stairs, Brendun began the long climb up to the cellar of the Bench Board tavern.

As they climbed Brendun decided it was time to find out what ally Alo had in the city.

“Once we reach the old hall below the tavern, we’ll make Tabitha as comfortable as we can, you tell me who you can trust in Greenwall, and how to get to them, and I’ll go fetch help. I’ll want you to stay in the hall, for now, until I know it’s safe to enter the tavern without drawing too much attention.”

“Iah don’thha knowww wahhere he isah,” alo said from behind him.

Brendun stopped on the stairs, turned his body around and said, “You said you knew the way. Tell me slowly what you mean. Do you know where your ally is or not?”

For the first time Brendun registered a slight bit of frustration from Alo. She let out a strong breath, which lifted the skin on her face toward her neck, and then said, very slowly, “I could take us there. I remember the landmarks, but I do not know what they are named. If I tried to describe them to you I could very easily get it wrong.”

She straightened up, moved another step closer to Brendun and putting her face near his she looked right into his eyes. Her mouth flap lifted at the corners in what could only be a smile, and in a very different sort of way, her voice going up an octave with a bit of laughter dancing around each word, she said, “You will just have to trust me, and I will lead us there.”

Alo, with her impressive agility, and mobility, moved up on to the plank on the stairs, all the while keeping her face toward Brendun, and then moving each arm quickly she went around him until she was above him, then turned her whole body around and started quickly up the stairs again.

He watched her progress, and after checking on Tabitha one more time, headed after Alo as quickly as he could, thinking to himself, “I haven’t died, yet, maybe I’ll survive a walk, at night, through Greenwall, with an octopus, seems like it’ll be a piece of cake.”

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Old 11-26-2018, 05:20 PM   #40
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Great stuff Terquem! I'm loving the tension created! I like the way racial prejudice towards Alo makes even "simple" tasks like getting Tabitha to help in town, potentially dangerous!
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