Dungeon Corps
Crypts of Phanos
by Jaxon Reed
Genre: Epic Fantasy
Deep under the city of Phanos, the crypts are filled with monsters. Dungeon Corps works hard to contain them.
Recruited from prisons, outcasts, misfits, those expelled from academies and even rare volunteers, Dungeon Corps produces outstanding fighters.
When an ancient threat troubles the Queenās Land once more, a grizzled veteran leads his young team down into the depths to rescue the lost and slay a horror known as Ludge.
But two on his team hold closer ties to the monster than anyone realizes. They are elves, running from assassins tracking them relentlessly since birth.
Ludge should have died 50 years ago. Now itās up to the team to finish the job. In doing so, they uncover startling secrets known only to a chosen few.
They discover the elvesā forbidden existence and their raw untapped power can reshape the world.
If they survive.
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Excerpt 1:
āCareful. Watch your step.ā
Missan waved her hand gently in front of her group and
ghostly runes floated in the air, suddenly visible. They formed a pattern in
the narrowest part of the hall facing them, obstacle wraiths promising death
for those touching them.
Missan carefully walked between the runes, making certain
her dark purple robe and hood did not touch any.
She turned when she made it to the other side, and waited
for her team. Jeffers the ranger came next, easily walking between the traps.
He was followed by Deena, their archer and cleric.
Dratchet the half-dwarf was clumsiest, for all his
abilities with a battle-axe. Everyone held their breath while he worked his way
laboriously through the traps.
Finally Choster walked through, after giving a final look
back at the passage they had just passed.
Choster was a vampire, and a swordmaster. Many Dungeon
Corps groups shunned his kind, but Missan and the others accepted him. He had
saved them more than once with his unique set of skills
Choster jumped into high speed and blurred through the
traps in the blink of an eye.
Missan said, āSomeday I need you to teach me how to do
that, Choster.ā
He smiled at her, fangs showing between his pale red
lips.
He said, āYou know my price.ā
She shuddered involuntarily, then turned to lead the way
forward as the passageway grew wider.
Deena sidled up next to her and confided in a low
voice.
āHe doesnāt take much blood. He just likes a sip to see
what you taste like.ā
Missan shuddered again. She said, āWas it worth it for
what he taught you?ā
The other woman nodded firmly.
āYes. Itās a different kind of invisibility. Itās like .
. . becoming a shadow. You merge into the surrounding darkness. And itās
undetectable by other mages who are on the lookout for Invisibility.ā
Missan grunted in acknowledgment. The Shadow spell did
sound interesting, and useful. But she really wanted Chosterās quickness spell.
What did he call it? Enhanced Motion? Whatever it was, he had assured her she
had the capability to learn it. All he asked in return was a taste of her
blood. So far, her revulsion had kept her from acquiescing to his deal. But
when he showed it off in front of her, it seemed so useful. She had to admit,
she was tempted.
They came to set of large double doors. They were at
least 12 feet tall and half again as wide. Two large brass rings nestled
together in the center.
Missan and Choster exchanged glances. He raised a dark eyebrow
at her, questioning.
She said, āWait. Let me see if I can sense anything,
first.ā
Dratchet moved to her right and pulled his axe from the
sling on his back. He bent his knees, crouching into a fighting position.
Choster moved to her left and held his palms out,
preparing a defensive spell. Jeffers pulled out his enchanted sword, activating
a group shield, while Deena stayed in the back, preparing a healing spell for
all of them.
The simple act of ālookingā into a room could trigger a
variety of traps, alert monsters or let enemies know of their presence.
But Missanās group had fought together for years with the
Dungeon Corps. Choster was the newest member, and he had been with them several
months. The team moved smoothly, anticipating one anotherās actions.
Missan held her hands out and cast the spell while the
others tensed. If whatever was behind the door could detect the spell, it might
well burst through and attack.
Missan said, āI sense . . . a large room, 1000 feet
square. Tall ceiling, 30 feet high. Several corridors branching off in other
directions. And in the center of the room . . . a little boy?ā
Deena frowned behind her, her protection spell
forgotten.
She said, āA little boy? Are you sure?ā
Missan nodded, concentrating. She said, āHe seems . . .
he seems to be waiting for us. Heās looking right at the door.ā
āWhat in the world is a little boy doing down here?ā
Jeffers said, turning his scarred face toward her. āIs he human? Elven?ā
āHeās human. I donāt know what heās doing here. It
doesnāt make sense. This is a newly discovered dungeon, there shouldnāt be
anybody here, much less children.ā
āHeās a gheist,ā Dratchet said, confidently. He set the
huge axe on the floor head first, holding the handleās end lightly.
Missan shook her head. āI donāt sense a spirit. This is a
boy. In the flesh.ā
Choster said, āIāll go take a look.ā
Before anyone could object he turned into black mist and
quickly flowed to the floor, then under the doors.
The other four looked at one another. Dratchet picked up
his axe again and the spell casters resumed preparing to cast.
The doors opened suddenly, screeching on unoiled hinges,
making them jump. Choster smiled at them, flashing his fangs.
āCome on in. Itās safe, I think.ā
They approached the door with trepidation. Inside, in the
center of the large room, a young boy of perhaps ten or eleven years of age
stared at them. He wore bronze chainmail that had been made for dwarves, and
carried a shield painted green with a white boss in the middle. At his side he
carried a steel short sword.
The Dungeon Corps team looked at him in
astonishment.
Jeffers said, āI did not expect him to be armed.ā
āWho are you?ā Deena said.
Missan said, āWhat are you doing here?ā
The little boy addressed them, showing not an ounce of
fear or concern.
He said, āIām looking for the Prince. Have you seen
him?ā
Missan and Deena looked at one another in
confusion.
Missan said, āThis is not one of Prince Synthanās
Children Soldiers . . . is it?ā
āCanāt be,ā Deena said. āThat was fifty years ago.ā
āHeās a gheist,ā Dratchet said.
Deena glared at him and said, āWill you quit saying
that?ā
āPlease,ā the little boy said. āIf youāll tell me where
the Prince is, I need to find my way back to him. Iām . . . Iām lost down
here.ā
Missan said, āAre you looking for . . . Prince
Synthan?ā
He nodded, his eyes lighting up.
āYes! Have you seen him? Do you know where he is?ā
Everyone on the team looked troubled now, even
Choster.
Jeffers said, āCould it be a sleep spell of some kind?
Kept the lad dormant down here all these years?ā
Missan said, āWeāre not even near Melody. Itās 30 miles
from here!ā
Choster said, āThereās a vast network of tunnels and
caves underneath the sunken city of Melody. Iāve heard about it. Several teams
have tried exploring parts of it. No one has ever been through it all. They say
deep below, an underground river flows. Itās entirely possible this dungeon is
connected with Melody Hall.ā
āThat would certainly explain why heās lost,ā Deena said.
āBut it doesnāt account for the fact that the Children Soldiers went down into
Melody Hall with the Prince five decades ago.ā
Dratchet spat to one side and said, āStill say heās a
gheist.ā
āWill you shut up?ā
Jeffers interrupted the brewing row between Deena and
Dratchet. He said, āSomebody needs to tell him,ā nodding toward the boy who
remained in the middle of the room, watching them.
Missan sighed and said, āIāll do it.ā
She walked slowly toward the roomās middle, drawing
nearer to the boy. He stared at her now, giving her his full attention. She
stopped a few paces away.
āHi. Uh, yeah. So, Prince Synthan is dead. He, uh . . .
he died a long time ago.ā
The boyās mouth dropped open in shock. Then his eyes
narrowed to slits.
āYouāre lying.ā
āNo. No, Iām not. It happened a long, long time ago.
Prince Synthan was killed in Melody andāā
āNo!ā
The boyās voice changed, growing deeper and echoing
throughout the chamber. His body changed, too, swelling larger. White,
aethereal arms sprouted out of the body, along with a monstrous head.
Dratchet yelled, āI believe Iām owed an apology!ā
Deena said, āShut up, Dratchet! Everyone, ready!ā
āIāve never seen a gheist like this, though,ā Choster
said.
The thing attacked. Its white ghostly arms swept toward
Dratchet, his axe swinging and connecting with . . . nothing. But when the long
pale arms reached Dratchetās flesh, his spirit ripped out of his body.
Deena saw the half-dwarfās spirit struggling to pull up,
then something sucked it down to the floor. She watched in horror as his ghostly
hands slipped below the surface.
She lit up her protective dome and ducked as one of the
huge white arms swung through the spell, disintegrating it. Deena jumped out of
the way and nocked an arrow, loosed, then nocked and loosed another one. The
arrows sailed through the aethereal form.
She took careful aim with her third arrow and loosed it
at the boyās face. It poofed into dust before hitting him.
Missan fired Lightning at the boy, then Fireball and
Radiance. Nothing happened. The aethereal figure surrounding the child seemed
to soak in all the spells.
Jeffers ran forward with his enchanted sword and swung at
one of the large arms. His sword whiffed through air. The arm came back and
slapped him in the chest, sucking out his spirit. His lifeless body fell to the
ground.
āChoster! Nothing is working!ā
Choster heard Missan, but he was too busy flitting around
the child and the aethereal form, trying to score a hit. One of the ghostly
armed slapped into him, and Choster popped away like a bubble.
Missan backed up, lobbing spell after spell into the
monster. Nothing she could think to sling at him had any effect. Deena cast a
protective dome around them again, but the huge arms poked through it. She cast
a healing spell on Missan, even though the woman did not need one . . .
yet.
Missan said, āGo.ā
āWhat? I canāt leave you! At least come with me. We can
run for it!ā
They retreated to the huge double doors. The little boy
in chain mail advanced on them, his face snarling in hate. The giant ghostly
body loomed out of him, long white arms swinging toward the women.
āHeāll chase us. You go. Iāll give you some time.ā
Missan flung more spells at the creature. Deena opened
her mouth to protest and watched as the spells were simply absorbed by . . .
whatever that was.
She turned and fled through the doors. At the chokepoint
she felt very grateful that Missanās spells still displayed the hidden runes
floating in the air. She quickly but carefully weaved her way through them.
Behind her she heard Missan scream . . . then silence.
Deena stopped to catch her breath. She looked behind her
and heard the boy moving out of the doors and into the corridor.
She turned to run, then stopped to cast a message
spell.
āDungeon Corps, this is Deena Marceaux with Sergeant Missanās
team. We have found one of the Children, but heās a monster! Heāā
She looked behind her and . . . there he stood. A little
boy looking up at her.
He said, āBoo.ā
The ghostly form sprang from the child, huge arms
reaching toward her like scythes. It sucked her spirit out of her body.
Excerpt 2:
Several
blocks away, Tawny poked her head around a corner. She and her brother Toby hid
in a quickly darkening alley.
They
were elves, a somewhat unusual sight in this human city. Tawny thought there
might be 100 elves here, out of 15,000 or so people. The siblings stood out for
other reasons, as well.
Besides
their pointy ears, they both had auburn hair. Most humans had brown hair, or
some variation. Auburn, with crimson highlights, marked a stark contrast from
more typical hair.
Also
they both had green eyes, which was unusual even for elves. Tawnyās sparkled
with magic, a characteristic she had not yet learned to control, and people
often stared at her while she walked down the street. Although, truth to tell,
Tawny was unsure if they were staring at her feminine figure as much as her
sparkling eyes. She looked remarkably attractive, curved in such a way at the
chest and hips to excite males of all races, including elves, humans, and even
dwarves.
Toby
stood out for other reasons. For one, he stood extraordinarily tall at seven
and a half feet. He towered over everyone else in a room, elf or human
alike.
Also,
Toby was a simpleton. He did not speak, but looked upon the world with amiable
happiness, usually with a silly grin on his face.
All
told, Tawny thought, they made for lousy thieves. They stood out in a crowd,
were easily identifiable, and they were both young and relatively weak.
Finally, Toby would likely do something stupid to give them away.
But
Tawny was desperate. They were far from home and completely out of money. The
last two nights they had spent sleeping in this alley. No one wanted to hire a
pair of odd-looking elves. She and her brother had traipsed through the streets
for two days asking any merchant they could find. Despite Tobyās large size and
obvious utilitarian value as a common laborer, and despite her attractive
figure, they could find nobody willing to give them the time of day, much less
work.
So
now, in desperation, she had allowed herself to become open to the idea of
using magic. They were going to steal something. If food, it would be eaten on
the spot. If money, or something worth money, it would be quickly turned in for
food somewhere.
Tawny
was desperate. And hungry. By the look in his eyes, Toby was hungry too,
although he never complained. They rarely came across enough to fill his
stomach.
She
glanced at her brother again and steeled herself for the task at hand. He was
her responsibility. Tonight, they would eat.
The
carriage making its way down the street in the dusk of early evening looked to
be just the ticket. Quietly, Tawny stretched her hands out toward the magic
lights atop the poles on this isolated street and made a pulling motion. One by
one, each light went out, casting the nearby area in darkness.
āThat
should provide some cover, Toby. I donāt know Invisibility yet, but this should
help hide us.ā
Toby
grinned down at her and nodded.
-+-
Pediford
sat atop the magic carriage holding reins that went nowhere. That was the thing
about magic carriages. They were controlled by reins as if pulled by horses,
but no horses were present. The reins simply disappeared in the air.
Some
speculated the horses existed on the aethereal plain. Pediford had no idea if
this notion was accurate or not, nor did he care.
But
Pediford, the manservant for House Lackilan, had no qualms controlling a
carriage via reins floating in the air. Indeed he was quite used to such
extravagant displays of wealth. Dressed in fine green livery and wearing a
white powdered wig, as customary for servants in the great houses, Pediford
displayed the poise and confidence of an upper crust servant in Phanos
society.
Ahead
of him the streetlights went out, one by one. That finagled its way through his
calm exterior. He displayed his trepidation by raising a single eyebrow.
He
turned his head and spoke to the occupant in the compartment behind him.
āMilady,
it would appear we are to be set upon by bandits, forthwith.ā
āVery
well,ā Lady Lexa said from inside the carriage. āBe a good man and dispatch of
them, wonāt you?ā
āBut
of course, milady.ā
As
the carriage slipped into the darkened portion of the street, Toby stepped out
of an alley. Pediford saw a hulking shape blocking his way in the dark.
āOh,
dear.ā
Instead
of pulling on the reins to stop, Pediford continued forward.
He
shouted, āI say! You there! Move out of the way!ā
Toby
hunched his shoulder and braced his legs for impact. He held out both arms,
closed his eyes and looked away. The carriage drew closer.
Pediford
debated trying to go around the strange giant on the narrow darkened street,
but there was little room. Besides, he thought, what if that was the banditās
plan?
āIām
warning you! Move over! I shall not be responsible for your demise!ā
The
carriage continued at a stately pace, drawing closer to Toby.
Pediford
knew the cretin would feel nothing at the front of the carriage, where horses
normally would be if were not for the magic. He had experimented himself, and
there was truly nothing there. But, the carriage itself would make an impact.
Pediford felt determined not to halt. This was how bandits worked, after all.
They lured the unsuspecting into stopping, then pounced.
Pediford
made a snapping motion with the reins and sped up just before impact. The front
of the carriage slapped against Tobyās open palms, but instead of knocking him
down, it pushed the giant elf back on the street. His feet slid and he grappled
for a foothold, scrambling and pushing back with powerful legs.
The
carriage slowed.
Pediford
stared down in the darkness at this giant creature impeding their progress. He
snapped the reins again, urging the carriage to gain speed. But Toby had a
foothold now. His shoulders and arm muscles bulged and he grunted. A paving
stone lifted from the pressure on it, providing him with enough leverage to
push back. The carriage ground to a halt.
Tawny
cast Fleet Foot and raced from the alley. Her movements blurred and she
streaked to the back of the carriage.
She
climbed up to the top in a flash and reached for the boot, the chest
traditionally strapped to the rear, only to find the handle locked.
Tawny
cast Open Chest and the lock clicked. She pulled it open and reached inside,
grabbing a small moneybag.
āItās
true! I canāt believe it, they really do keep money in here!ā
She
jumped down to the street and said, āToby! Letās go!ā
Tobyās
eyes were squeezed shut under the strain of holding the carriage in place, but
when he heard his sister he opened them and smiled. He jumped off to one side,
letting the carriage start moving again with a sharp jerk. Pediford rocked back
in his seat at the sudden motion.
Tawny
grabbed Tobyās arm and said, āIāve just learned how to extend the spell on
another person. Letās go!ā
Together
they swished down the street, becoming a blur in the dark to Pediford.
āI
say!ā
A
block away, the blur stopped.
Thump!
Thump!
Tawny
and Toby lay dazed on their backs, looking up at a narrow strip of dark sky
visible between the buildings. Tawny groaned in pain then turned her head to
glance at her brother. He looked back, slack-jawed and thoroughly
stunned.
They
heard footsteps hurrying toward them. Tawny straightened and her heart jumped
in her chest. Four city guards ran up, bronze chainmail rattling.
They
stopped, swords drawn, staring down at the elves.
One
of them said, āAll the major intersections in the cityās center have anti-magic
spells on them. It helps to stop things like Fleet Foot, Invisibility, and
other tricks that thieves or robbers may use.ā
A
clatter over the paving stones made everyone turn and watch as the magic
carriage rolled up out of the gloom.
From
the driverās seat, Pediford yelled down, āI say! Good job, city guards!ā
One
of them reached down and plucked the moneybag out of Tawnyās hands.
He
said, āIs this yours?ā
The
door to the carriage opened and the lady inside stepped out. The guards stared
at her. One of them openly gaped. She wore a long maroon form-fitting gown,
with a slit to her waist allowing one shapely leg to peek out when she walked.
Curly
chestnut hair cascaded down to the small of her back. Tawny thought this lady
must surely be the most beautiful human she had ever seen.
The
lady studied Tawny intently, looking her up and down. Tawny stood and awkwardly
brushed herself off while the guards gripped their sword hilts and puffed their
chests out. She turned and gave her brother a hand up.
Toby
stood and slouched, looking very guilty while facing the guards. He towered
above everybody else, even while hunched over. Tawny popped him in the side,
and he straightened up, blinking. Then he turned to the lady in the maroon gown
and gave her a silly grin.
Much
to Tawnyās surprise, the woman smiled back at him, after giving Toby a head to
toe examination of his own.
Finally,
Lady Lexa turned to the guards, the smile growing wider on her face.
She
said, āWell, that depends. I thought I was going to be part of an exercise with
new recruits for the Dungeon Corps tonight.ā
The
guards blinked in surprise. So did Pediford who gave Lexa a very quizzical
expression.
One
of them said, āWe never heard of any such exercise, milady.ā
Lexa
nodded confidently. She said, āOh, you wouldnāt have. These things are usually
kept quiet for obvious reasons. Now letās see, how was it supposed to go? I
believe the recruits were to try and stop the carriage somehow, then swipe our
moneybag. Isnāt that correct, Pediford?ā
The
servant frowned, still staring at her with a confused look. He blinked and
said, āUm. Yes?ā
Lexa
nodded again. āYes. Then they were supposed to get away. However, in this last
part, I believe we can all agree the recruits failed.ā
She
crossed her arms and tapped her foot while looking at the elves.
Tawny
did not know where the Lady was going with this, but decided to play along. She
crossed her own arms and said, āWe didnāt know about the intersection
spells.ā
āHa!
You should be ready for anything. If you think this was bad, you should see
whatās down in those dungeons.ā
Lexa
raised her eyebrows at the guards, as if imploring their support. Several
nodded in response.
āOh,
yes,ā one said. āThe dungeons are terrible. Especially the crypts.ā
Lexa
turned suddenly for the carriage. She stopped halfway to the door.
She
said, āVery well. I think weāre done here. Pediford, retrieve our bag. Guards,
could I please trouble you to make sure these recruits make it to Dungeon
Corps? Itās not far from here, but I would hate for them to get lost in the
dark. Something has happened to the lamps around here.ā
The
guards straightened up, then bent at the waist knuckling their brows as
Pediford closed the door behind Lexa and retrieved the bag.
Tawny
watched as the magical conveyance passed. She saw Lexa through the carriageās
windows, staring at them. Lexa gave her a smile, then the vehicle disappeared
in the gloom.
Tawny
thought, What was that all about?
As
the carriage clattered away, the smiles on the guardsā faces melted. They
stared hard at the elves. The one who spoke to Lexa looked up at Toby, then
down at Tawny.
He
said, āAre you really part of Dungeon Corps?ā
Tawny
said, āUh . . . weāre trying to get in?ā
He
came to a decision. He said, āAlright. Iāll take you there myself. The rest of
you stay and keep an eye out. Hail the Mage Hall and fetch someone out here to
relight those lamps. You two, follow me. I want to see you sign the
parchment.ā
Tawny
looked up at Toby and gulped, nervously. Toby just smiled back, seemingly happy
regardless of circumstances.
Must
be nice, Tawny thought, and not for the first time. The Creator may not have
blessed Toby with much in the way of brains, but he was truly the happiest
person she knew.
She
said, āCome on, Toby. Letās follow the man.ā
Excerpt 3:
Percel
sat in the back of an innās tavern, listening to the bard strumming his lute
and reciting āThe Ballad of Melody Hall.ā The bard, a young fellow who looked
altogether too pretty for a man, Percel thought, closed his eyes and
sang.
He
sings too good, too, Percel thought, taking another sip of ale. Heās altogether
a feminine fella.
Now
the bard came to the end of his long song.
And the last man died and the prince stood
aside
And said, This be it for me boys, this is
the place I die
And the boys said, Youāre not gonna die,
sire, youāre not gonna die today
But the prince moved ahead with his sword
in hand and met Ludge straight away
And Ludge and the Prince fought hard that
day . . .
And the princeās soul flew away
The princeās soul flew away . . .
The
bard ended the song on a mournful note, and when he finally opened his eyes
they glistened with unshed tears.
Everyone
stood, clapping hard and cheering, many openly crying and wiping away their own
tears. But Percel remained seated, tossing back the last of his ale in the
pewter mug.
Someone
passed a hat for the bard and the sound of copper and silver clinked as it went
around. Percel had no doubt the lad would collect quite a bit after that
song.
He
really is too good for this rundown place, Percel thought.
Somebody
shoved the hat in his face. He grunted and tossed some coppers in.
At
last he saw the tavernās wench and he raised his mug at her. She smiled
brightly and headed his way, lifting a tray of fresh drinks above her head, and
above the grabbing hands and pinching fingers following her through the
crowd.
Bessa
liked Percel because he kept his hands to himself and he tipped well. Her only
complaint, if she had one, was the old man never smiled. Not once in all the
nights sheād seen him in here.
She
finally made it to his table, with one mug of ale in reserve. She set it down
in front of the old curmudgeon and took his haāsilber. He never expected change
back and she dropped the coin in her purse gratefully.
āIsnāt
Meener great, Percel?ā
When
Percel spoke it was low. But his voice was so deep it carried through the crowdās
noise easily.
āMeener.
An odd name for a bard. But, yes heās good. Too good for the likes of this
place. Doubt youāll have him again tomorrow night.ā
Bessa
laughed as if he were joking. The old man with the scarred face never laughed,
though. He met her eye steadily and took a sip from the new mug.
āWell,
I must say his recitation of the Ballad of Melody Hall was just wonderful. He
should make plenty from that one alone, even if weāre not the finest inn in the
city.ā
Percel
grunted. āA passable job. Iāve heard better. Heard worse, too.ā
Bessa
sighed, setting the tray down and leaning over the table, happy to duck away
from the rest of the innās patrons for a moment.
āHow
I wish I could have been there with the Children Soldiers, watching the Prince
fight like that against Ludge!ā
Percel
grunted again, taking another sip of beer. āIt wasnāt anything to be proud of.
We watched him die, same as the others. Only a few of us made it out to tell
the tale.ā
Bessaās
head jerked up in surprise.
āYou
were there? You fought with Prince Synthan in Melody?ā
She
could not keep an incredulous tone from creeping into her voice.
Percel
nodded with neither modesty nor pride. He spoke in a matter of fact tone, his
low voice rumbling.
āI
fought as a Child Soldier in service of the Crown. I accompanied Prince Synthan
in his efforts to clear Melody, and watched as he died fighting the monster
Ludge. I was one of only four to survive that dungeon run.ā
He
took a long swig of ale. When he pulled the mug down from his face, Bessa stood
staring at him with her mouth open. His eyebrows went up as he glanced around,
but no one else had heard his announcement in all the hubbub of the busy
inn.
āThatās
. . . thatās great, Percel! Is the song right? Did the Prince do all those
things?ā
Percel
shrugged. āItās mostly right. Pretty boy there took some liberties. But yes, we
fought hard. And yes, Ludge killed Synthan in the end. Itās essentially
correct.ā
Bessa
looked at the scars on his face, the obvious marks left by swords and knives,
the portion of his right earlobe that was missing . . .
Everything
about the old man suddenly took on new meaning.
She
lost her train of thought when somebody came up behind her and slapped her
bottom, hard.
She
jumped in shock and pain, and the big man behind her guffawed.
āCome
on, Bessa-bitch! Ya done talked with this geezer long enough. Give us some ale.
And gimme a kiss.ā
He
puckered his lips and leaned down toward her face, reeking of drink. She put
both hands on his chest and said, āEw. No, get away!ā
āCome
on Bessa! You know you wants to get it on with me!ā
He
made some thrusting motions with his waist and several of his friends at a
table nearby cheered, raising their mugs.
āLeave
her alone.ā
The
big man glanced bleary eyed over at Percel and chuckled again.
āLeave
the women for us young āuns, old man.ā
He
turned back to Bessa. She pinched her nose as he breathed in her face.
āI
can satisfy a woman like you.ā
She
slapped his hand down as he reached for her chest.
A
spark of anger glimmered in the drunkās eyes.
āI
want ale, bitch! Then I want you.ā
āI
said, leave her alone.ā
Percel
pushed his chair back and stood, still holding the mug.
The
big man turned his head and stared down at Percel. He looked surprised the old
man was not taller.
He
chuckled drunkenly again. āYou want some of this?ā
He
stood straight, his full size expanding like a sail filling with wind. Bessa
backed away, hand covering her mouth.
All
the tavernās patrons turned and saw the genesis of a fight. They stood and
crowded around, forming a half circle. Everyone looked ready for the next round
of entertainment now that the bard had finished singing.
The
big manās friends stood up from their table, three of them. One swayed heavily.
The other two stared at Percel with ale-blurred eyes.
Percel
moved his chair and stepped around the table. Despite having several mugs
himself, he did not sway and his eyes were clear.
He
looked up at the big drunken oaf staring down at him . . .
Percelās
hand flew out and he punched the drunk with his mug. It happened so fast his
hand looked like a blur. The big manās eyes went to the back of his head as his
jaw split open, and he collapsed backward in a heap.
His
three companions moved as one from their table. They rushed Percel, fists
swinging. He threw a chair at the first one, kicked the second in the stomach,
and threw a roundhouse punch with the mug at the third.
The
crowd stepped back in silence. The violence happened so quickly and
unexpectedly from an old, scarred-up man no one thought could fight. Everyone
looked at the moaning and bloody drunks on the floor, then to Percel and
back.
āStep
aside, step aside,ā a city guard made his way through the crowd.
āNo
fighting, no fighting allowed. Whoās fighting?ā
Everyone
in the crowd pointed at Percel, who set the bent up mug back on the
table.
āI
was merely defending myself, and the honor of the lady of this
establishment.ā
A
few in the crowd cast perplexed looks at Bessa.
Someone
said, āHe talking about her?ā
The
guard said, āWell, be that as it may, sirrah, I see four men on the floor and
everyone pointing at you. Letās go spend the night in the city clink, eh? Sleep
off that ale and talk with the magistrate in the morning.ā
āAnd
let the magistrate fine me several silver or work it off? No thanks. You can
take these drunks to the holding cells, instead.ā
āWell,
Iām afraid you donāt have much choice in the matter, sirrah.ā
The
guard puffed his chest and rested his hand on the short sword at his belt.
Percel glanced down at the weapon and did not appear impressed.
At
the innās entrance he heard a commotion as several more guards made their way
inside.
A
captain pushed his way through the crowd, the red plume on his bronze helm
dancing as if it had a life of its own.
He
said, āWhatās going on? Whatās happening here?ā
Before
the first guard had a chance to respond, Percel said, āI was on my way to the
Dungeon Corps building when I stopped in for a pint and to hear this new bard
they have, when these cretins accosted me.ā
The
guard said, āNow wait a minute! Thatās not exactlyāā
āShut
it, Joothin,ā the captain said. āThis man be with the Dungeon Corps. Have you
your badge, sir?ā
āAye,
Iāve got it here somewhere.ā Percel reached under his belt to a rarely used
pocket and pulled out a bronze medallion. He held it between his thumb and
forefinger and showed it to the captain. The Dungeon Corps crest showed plainly
in the light.
āVery
well,ā the captain said. āLet the man be on his way.ā
Joothinās
eyes narrowed as the crowd parted to let Percel through.
āJust
a minute, old timer. Iāll accompany you to Dungeon Corps. We certainly wouldnāt
want you to get āaccostedā again on the way.ā
Jaxon Reed is a science fiction and fantasy author. Amazon's Kindle Press selected his book, The Empathic Detective: A Mystery Thriller, for publication through Kindle Scout. Recently, Ghostsuit: An Empathic Detective Novel also won a contract through Kindle Scout.
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