Gutter Magic (Adult themes)
Gutter Magic (Adult themes)
Last edited by Rumple C on Tue May 21, 2013 3:16 pm, edited 1 time in total.
12.August.2015: Never forget.
Re: Gutter Magic
In noble houses with the best address
Where guests consume in fancy dress
Remember this, of those tasty treats
They turns to shet and flows through the streets
A pair of shady characters sat in a dark attic on rickety chairs peering out of rickety shutters at the long street below. Freck leaned back and sighed noisily. “Gods, your breath stinks like shet” observed Badger. Freck shrugged overly large shoulders, then retorted “He told me loved me”. This earned a chuckle from Badger.
“I could be asleep right now Badge, with your missus curled up at the foot of my bed”
Badger snorted but kept his eyes on the street “Your turn in the queue has come up already huh?”
"She does get through them quick"
There was a snicker from the open trapdoor of the attic which startled Freck and Badger. “Figures” snorted Badger as a small figure poked his head up. “While you two boof-heads were busy talking shet, Lim has taken Grey lane, he’s halfway home already, so you two may as well piss off home for some man to orc loving, and hope he comes this way tomorrow night”. The hin ducked down the ladder with a laugh as an apple core was thrown his way.
Badger turned his head to Freck “How about it stud?”. Frick shook his head “You know I like my woman with much less cock than you have, besides..." Freck grinned and continued... "I would destroy you, then you’d surely be no good for work tomorrow night”. Badger acknowledged the truth of the statement with a laugh, as Freck stood, his large frame making the small attic seem very small indeed. He spoke again as moved towards the trap door, the floorboards creaking under his bulk.
“Actually… you know… I could really use tomorrow night off, Star has been on my case to take her out”
“You know that’s not going to happen until we deal with Lim”
“Exactly” noted Freck with finality. “Feel like going for a run?”
“Does it matter?” asked Badger wearily.
“Nah”
…….
The pair raced through the streets, Badger running with a familiarity of corners that barely kept him up with the long stride of Freck. Badger huffed “we’ll *huff* take *huff* the sec *huff* second *huff* right *after* plank *huff* bridge”. Freck nodded, not wasting breath on a reply. They ran into the night, leaving nothing but echoes, and the uneasiness that noises at night bring in those who hear them.
…….
“There!” wheezed Badger, pointing up the street at the house of Lim where a figure stood in the doorway patting down his pockets. Freck who had already picked him out in the darkness said nothing but increased his pace, no longer bothering to remain quiet. At the thump of footsteps the figure at the door spun around in alarm, looking around for help. He franticly scrambled in his pocket, producing a key. He fumbled it into the lock… not long to go now
Freck lowered his head, his pace easily outdistancing Badgers who was wheezing. Not long to go now….
Lim jiggled the key, damn this lock! He looked over his shoulder again, some calm part of his mind noting that he really should have oiled his lock, paid his debts, and wasn’t it dark now that something was blocking the moonlight?… oh freck…
"Noooo....oooof!"
Freck crashed into Lim, and then the door which smashed inwards. Badger winced at the enormous crash from up the street as he watched Freck dive into Lim, his bulk carrying him and this target through the door and into the darkness of the house beyond. Some moments later Freck emerged, rubbing his elbow, tiredly jogging back up the street towards Badger.
“He got the message?”
“He got the message”
“He is alive?”
“He is alive”
“Hurt? har... i know that one allready”
“Yeah”
“Tomorrow night off?”
“Tomorrow night off”
……
Frick stood at the doorway jiggling his key in the lock. A *muffled* but unintelligible question came from the door.
“Honey?”
“You're home” *muffled*
“Yeah”
“Well come on in then” *muffled*
“I’m trying, I think we need to oil our lock”
“Did you try jiggling it?” *muffled*
“Yeah”
“Try again” *muffled*
“I am!” *click*
Freck frowned to himself and eased the door open. He paused at the doorway before looking over his shoulder with a vague feeling of amusement. No one charging him down tonight… shame, its nice to be wanted.
……
Star tutted and stood in front of Freck poking at his chest. “Gods Frick, do you have to bring your work home with you?”. Freck looked down at a few drops and smears of blood which had stained his shirt (further). “Oh, ah, sorry, it’ll wash out I think”.
“Oh, and I suppose you’ll be doing that will you?”
“I could ask my mother”
Star poked him in the chest again “Don’t you dare! That’s my job not hers”
“Ah… Star, baby, you know I only love you”
Star rolled her eyes but smiled with crooked teeth. “You love me only because I wash your clothes”.
“Nah, I love you because you have great tits, getting my clothes washed is just a bonus” Frick took her punch to his chest with a laugh, but winced and pulled away as she pinched and twisted his skin.
“Ah!”
“Well mind your manners next time arsehole”
“I don’t need to with you doing it for me, my sweetest honey blossom” Freck teased her, leaning forward to sniff her hair, which smelt of smoke.
Star rolled her eyes, but smiled. Life was good.
Where guests consume in fancy dress
Remember this, of those tasty treats
They turns to shet and flows through the streets
A pair of shady characters sat in a dark attic on rickety chairs peering out of rickety shutters at the long street below. Freck leaned back and sighed noisily. “Gods, your breath stinks like shet” observed Badger. Freck shrugged overly large shoulders, then retorted “He told me loved me”. This earned a chuckle from Badger.
“I could be asleep right now Badge, with your missus curled up at the foot of my bed”
Badger snorted but kept his eyes on the street “Your turn in the queue has come up already huh?”
"She does get through them quick"
There was a snicker from the open trapdoor of the attic which startled Freck and Badger. “Figures” snorted Badger as a small figure poked his head up. “While you two boof-heads were busy talking shet, Lim has taken Grey lane, he’s halfway home already, so you two may as well piss off home for some man to orc loving, and hope he comes this way tomorrow night”. The hin ducked down the ladder with a laugh as an apple core was thrown his way.
Badger turned his head to Freck “How about it stud?”. Frick shook his head “You know I like my woman with much less cock than you have, besides..." Freck grinned and continued... "I would destroy you, then you’d surely be no good for work tomorrow night”. Badger acknowledged the truth of the statement with a laugh, as Freck stood, his large frame making the small attic seem very small indeed. He spoke again as moved towards the trap door, the floorboards creaking under his bulk.
“Actually… you know… I could really use tomorrow night off, Star has been on my case to take her out”
“You know that’s not going to happen until we deal with Lim”
“Exactly” noted Freck with finality. “Feel like going for a run?”
“Does it matter?” asked Badger wearily.
“Nah”
…….
The pair raced through the streets, Badger running with a familiarity of corners that barely kept him up with the long stride of Freck. Badger huffed “we’ll *huff* take *huff* the sec *huff* second *huff* right *after* plank *huff* bridge”. Freck nodded, not wasting breath on a reply. They ran into the night, leaving nothing but echoes, and the uneasiness that noises at night bring in those who hear them.
…….
“There!” wheezed Badger, pointing up the street at the house of Lim where a figure stood in the doorway patting down his pockets. Freck who had already picked him out in the darkness said nothing but increased his pace, no longer bothering to remain quiet. At the thump of footsteps the figure at the door spun around in alarm, looking around for help. He franticly scrambled in his pocket, producing a key. He fumbled it into the lock… not long to go now
Freck lowered his head, his pace easily outdistancing Badgers who was wheezing. Not long to go now….
Lim jiggled the key, damn this lock! He looked over his shoulder again, some calm part of his mind noting that he really should have oiled his lock, paid his debts, and wasn’t it dark now that something was blocking the moonlight?… oh freck…
"Noooo....oooof!"
Freck crashed into Lim, and then the door which smashed inwards. Badger winced at the enormous crash from up the street as he watched Freck dive into Lim, his bulk carrying him and this target through the door and into the darkness of the house beyond. Some moments later Freck emerged, rubbing his elbow, tiredly jogging back up the street towards Badger.
“He got the message?”
“He got the message”
“He is alive?”
“He is alive”
“Hurt? har... i know that one allready”
“Yeah”
“Tomorrow night off?”
“Tomorrow night off”
……
Frick stood at the doorway jiggling his key in the lock. A *muffled* but unintelligible question came from the door.
“Honey?”
“You're home” *muffled*
“Yeah”
“Well come on in then” *muffled*
“I’m trying, I think we need to oil our lock”
“Did you try jiggling it?” *muffled*
“Yeah”
“Try again” *muffled*
“I am!” *click*
Freck frowned to himself and eased the door open. He paused at the doorway before looking over his shoulder with a vague feeling of amusement. No one charging him down tonight… shame, its nice to be wanted.
……
Star tutted and stood in front of Freck poking at his chest. “Gods Frick, do you have to bring your work home with you?”. Freck looked down at a few drops and smears of blood which had stained his shirt (further). “Oh, ah, sorry, it’ll wash out I think”.
“Oh, and I suppose you’ll be doing that will you?”
“I could ask my mother”
Star poked him in the chest again “Don’t you dare! That’s my job not hers”
“Ah… Star, baby, you know I only love you”
Star rolled her eyes but smiled with crooked teeth. “You love me only because I wash your clothes”.
“Nah, I love you because you have great tits, getting my clothes washed is just a bonus” Frick took her punch to his chest with a laugh, but winced and pulled away as she pinched and twisted his skin.
“Ah!”
“Well mind your manners next time arsehole”
“I don’t need to with you doing it for me, my sweetest honey blossom” Freck teased her, leaning forward to sniff her hair, which smelt of smoke.
Star rolled her eyes, but smiled. Life was good.
12.August.2015: Never forget.
Re: Gutter Magic (Adult themes)
Then down into the crooked gutter
Past dark men who turn to mutter
And thus the fetid oozing stink
Gives reason for dark men to think
The good times continued the next day. Freck woke to a heaped bowl of milk soaked oats, with an apple sliced into it. Resting there on the rickety bedside table. Gods, Star was a gift. He reached out to slap her passing arse to show her how much he appreciated her.
Slap!
She laughed and swatted his squeezing hand away. "Easy lover, I have to work! Save the thought though for when i get home, if you havent beaten my to it". She jerked her chin at his free hand with a laugh.
Freck just smirked, not replying and sparing her his morning breath. As soon as she was out the door of their one room house he devoured the oats, shovelling it into his mouth as though some malicous oats fairy would come to snatch it away. He licked the side of the bowl clean, and sighed. There was never enough oats. Never enough. He sniffed. Gods, he was beginning to stink. He decided he should probably wash tonight, do something nice for Star. He nodded to himself. Yeah, take her out. Make sure he was clean. Get her nice and tipsy, then take her home for a good session. No work today... nice.
But for now... for now he could go back to sleep. And sleep he did. His feet hanging over the edge of the bed, his head on an angle up against the wall. Slowly the sounds of the street outside woke him again. Carts going past, the splash of a chamberpot, windchimes from three doors down, the grunts of pigs as someone herded them past. He sat up in bed, idly scratching himself. He needed to piss. He hooked an arm underneath the bed and found the chamber pot. He positioned the bucket, then sat careuly on the edge of the bed, not trusting himself to stand after waking so soon.
Damn, he was hungry again. No Star here to feed him either.
...
With one great arm around Star they walked towards their local. He smelt of soap and lavender. They soap being his idea, rubbing lavender behind his ears, hers. He had protested mid wash at that, but when she firmly reached down to grab his balls he relented. At least he was intact. Gods, how ruthless women could be. He sniffed unhappily. Star reached out to poke him in the guts. "Oh, stop sulking, you big baby".
"I'll give you stop sulking" he said, leaning down to snap at her ear in mock ferocity. She leaned sideways with a laugh.
"Cut that shit out Freck, we're almost here". And here they were, as they rounded the corner. The Shark Fin Tavern of Silverscales district. Her choice offcourse, but he didn't mind. It was the kind of place where fights didn't interupt every meal and the stains on the floor were probably soup, not blood. With luck once the night got underway there would be a good arm wrestle or two...
...
Freck and Star sat in the booth across from Badger and his latest. Freck had long since given up trying to remember their names. Badger went through women like... well, actually women went through Badger like Badger went through meals. Star and her opposite were talking some womanly crap about clothes. He and Badger was talking discussing important manly things. "Tits" observed badger.
"Tits?" asked Freck with a smile.
"Tits" affirmed Badger solemnly, nodding towards a buxom patron who was drinking heavily. Freck observed, appreciated, and moved on with his life.
...
Several drinks and a roast chicken later... the party had really begun. With Star blowing in his ear, he was arm wrestling the local smith. Strong bastard he was, but he lacked Frecks sheer size, and leverage was on his side. A crowd had gathered around, cheering and jeering. Star reached under his armpit, and dug her fingers in. He laughed, his concentration collapsing. His arm was forced back along its arc, before being thudded into the table. The crowd roared with laughter, as did Freck.
"Star!"
...
It was late in the eve now, patrons were beginning to drift back to their homes, and both Badger and Freck were deep in their cups. Star had gone home, and Badgers bitch had wandered off somewhere. They were talking business. "I'm tired of this standover crap, and i'm tired of being paid coppers on the gold" Freck said between drinks. Badger nodded. "And i'm tired of being told what to do by that uppity sonofabitch Kabal, grass is starting to look better on the other side of the street, if you know what I mean".
Badger made a pained face at that. "Shet man, keep your voice down, what the hells is wrong with you, you want to get us both knifed?"
"Bah!" said Freck leaning back in the booth. "We are the knives".
"Shet, fool, you got no idea, what you're talking about, and you better running your mouth afore they sew it shut".
Freck pulled a face and raised his mug again. As he lowered he saw two figures move into the inn. Even with his wits addled with drink, he knew trouble when he saw it. These men moved with a purpose that spoke of bad intentions. He nudged Badge with his foot under the table and jerked his eyes up over his shoulder. Badger turned his head, then narrowed his eyes. One word from Badger was all that it took to clear the fog from Frecks mind.
"Knives".
Past dark men who turn to mutter
And thus the fetid oozing stink
Gives reason for dark men to think
The good times continued the next day. Freck woke to a heaped bowl of milk soaked oats, with an apple sliced into it. Resting there on the rickety bedside table. Gods, Star was a gift. He reached out to slap her passing arse to show her how much he appreciated her.
Slap!
She laughed and swatted his squeezing hand away. "Easy lover, I have to work! Save the thought though for when i get home, if you havent beaten my to it". She jerked her chin at his free hand with a laugh.
Freck just smirked, not replying and sparing her his morning breath. As soon as she was out the door of their one room house he devoured the oats, shovelling it into his mouth as though some malicous oats fairy would come to snatch it away. He licked the side of the bowl clean, and sighed. There was never enough oats. Never enough. He sniffed. Gods, he was beginning to stink. He decided he should probably wash tonight, do something nice for Star. He nodded to himself. Yeah, take her out. Make sure he was clean. Get her nice and tipsy, then take her home for a good session. No work today... nice.
But for now... for now he could go back to sleep. And sleep he did. His feet hanging over the edge of the bed, his head on an angle up against the wall. Slowly the sounds of the street outside woke him again. Carts going past, the splash of a chamberpot, windchimes from three doors down, the grunts of pigs as someone herded them past. He sat up in bed, idly scratching himself. He needed to piss. He hooked an arm underneath the bed and found the chamber pot. He positioned the bucket, then sat careuly on the edge of the bed, not trusting himself to stand after waking so soon.
Damn, he was hungry again. No Star here to feed him either.
...
With one great arm around Star they walked towards their local. He smelt of soap and lavender. They soap being his idea, rubbing lavender behind his ears, hers. He had protested mid wash at that, but when she firmly reached down to grab his balls he relented. At least he was intact. Gods, how ruthless women could be. He sniffed unhappily. Star reached out to poke him in the guts. "Oh, stop sulking, you big baby".
"I'll give you stop sulking" he said, leaning down to snap at her ear in mock ferocity. She leaned sideways with a laugh.
"Cut that shit out Freck, we're almost here". And here they were, as they rounded the corner. The Shark Fin Tavern of Silverscales district. Her choice offcourse, but he didn't mind. It was the kind of place where fights didn't interupt every meal and the stains on the floor were probably soup, not blood. With luck once the night got underway there would be a good arm wrestle or two...
...
Freck and Star sat in the booth across from Badger and his latest. Freck had long since given up trying to remember their names. Badger went through women like... well, actually women went through Badger like Badger went through meals. Star and her opposite were talking some womanly crap about clothes. He and Badger was talking discussing important manly things. "Tits" observed badger.
"Tits?" asked Freck with a smile.
"Tits" affirmed Badger solemnly, nodding towards a buxom patron who was drinking heavily. Freck observed, appreciated, and moved on with his life.
...
Several drinks and a roast chicken later... the party had really begun. With Star blowing in his ear, he was arm wrestling the local smith. Strong bastard he was, but he lacked Frecks sheer size, and leverage was on his side. A crowd had gathered around, cheering and jeering. Star reached under his armpit, and dug her fingers in. He laughed, his concentration collapsing. His arm was forced back along its arc, before being thudded into the table. The crowd roared with laughter, as did Freck.
"Star!"
...
It was late in the eve now, patrons were beginning to drift back to their homes, and both Badger and Freck were deep in their cups. Star had gone home, and Badgers bitch had wandered off somewhere. They were talking business. "I'm tired of this standover crap, and i'm tired of being paid coppers on the gold" Freck said between drinks. Badger nodded. "And i'm tired of being told what to do by that uppity sonofabitch Kabal, grass is starting to look better on the other side of the street, if you know what I mean".
Badger made a pained face at that. "Shet man, keep your voice down, what the hells is wrong with you, you want to get us both knifed?"
"Bah!" said Freck leaning back in the booth. "We are the knives".
"Shet, fool, you got no idea, what you're talking about, and you better running your mouth afore they sew it shut".
Freck pulled a face and raised his mug again. As he lowered he saw two figures move into the inn. Even with his wits addled with drink, he knew trouble when he saw it. These men moved with a purpose that spoke of bad intentions. He nudged Badge with his foot under the table and jerked his eyes up over his shoulder. Badger turned his head, then narrowed his eyes. One word from Badger was all that it took to clear the fog from Frecks mind.
"Knives".
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Re: Gutter Magic (Adult themes)
It was fun meeting Freck in game. I look forward to more there, and here. 
M.
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Re: Gutter Magic (Adult themes)
They greed for wealth and coin and fame
They yearn for a most prestigous name
They lust for pure unblemished wives
And to this end they draw their knives
He and badge had thrown their bottles as they came out from the table to meet them. The bottles had offcourse gone wide, the drinking binge having done its damage to their aim. From there they paired off. A few slashes later and Frecks free hand and arm was cut to shit as he warded off the bastards sudden attacks. This guy was good, better and faster than he. A few curses from Badger meant he was also feeling outmatched. The crap was getting far to real. And he knew he wasn't dreaming.
The knife lashed out again, his own to slow in return. Another ragged stab, this one connecting with his shoulder. It didn't hurt, but he noticed his arm did not want to move properly anymore. Crap. He was a dead man. He backed off, the knife man following. Badger shouting something which he didn't hear. He kicked a stool forwards... and ran out the back, through the kitchen, and back door. Not looking over his shoulder, he stumbled out into the brisk night.
He gave no thought to Badger behind him.
They yearn for a most prestigous name
They lust for pure unblemished wives
And to this end they draw their knives
He and badge had thrown their bottles as they came out from the table to meet them. The bottles had offcourse gone wide, the drinking binge having done its damage to their aim. From there they paired off. A few slashes later and Frecks free hand and arm was cut to shit as he warded off the bastards sudden attacks. This guy was good, better and faster than he. A few curses from Badger meant he was also feeling outmatched. The crap was getting far to real. And he knew he wasn't dreaming.
The knife lashed out again, his own to slow in return. Another ragged stab, this one connecting with his shoulder. It didn't hurt, but he noticed his arm did not want to move properly anymore. Crap. He was a dead man. He backed off, the knife man following. Badger shouting something which he didn't hear. He kicked a stool forwards... and ran out the back, through the kitchen, and back door. Not looking over his shoulder, he stumbled out into the brisk night.
He gave no thought to Badger behind him.
12.August.2015: Never forget.
Re: Gutter Magic (Adult themes)
Then its time to take to the night
Where men wait in shadows out of sight
Where against each other they plot and plan
For ever is treachery in the heart of man
The door crashed open as he burst through it, running foot steps and cursing behind him. Familiar cursing, it was Badger. He slammed into the far alley wall, before pushing himself sideways into a staggering run down the side street. Unfortunately his way was blocked by further men with knives. He skidded to a stop, Badger crashing into his back.
"Back!, turn!".
Badger did not need to be told twice, and they turned... only to find their two assailants from the tavern now blocking their way, grim smiles upon their face.
"Gimme a lift!" yelled Badger, lifting a leg high for Freck to boost him with. It was something they had done a dozen times before with burglaries. Freck laced his fingers together as Badger put his boot in them. Just as Freck made ready to lift the command came "drop him, or yer a dead man". A thousand things ran through Frecks mind right then... the primary being that he did not want to die, right then and there. He unlaced his fingers, leaving Badger with nothing to step off.
Badger cursed "You've doomed us both, you treacherous glumby cludge!". Freck didn't answer, looking around for some possible way to escape himself.
"Nah" spoke one of the voices from up the alley. "Could use a big man like him, no use for a little weasel like you though".
Freck spoke quickly "I'm in". He stepped back from Badger, to the chorus of chuckles coming from the others in the alley. Badger spat after him.
"Traitor, they'll gut you in a flap!"
Freck shrugged, not trusting himself to talk. His throat was locked with fear.
"Kill him, friend" came the command. Men at either end of the alley grinned, their knives caked with blood. He looked to Badger, who spat at him again, and lifted his knife.
"Sorry" mumbled Freck, moving towards him.
Much has been written on the mistique of the swordsman, on the chime of steel on steel, and grim salutes on the battle field. Much less has been written on the fight of knife on knife, where to kill a man, you must be close enough kiss him. Little room to move around, both of them allready suffering from cuts and stabs. Freck had a longer reach on his side, but Badger knew the knife better than he. In the end it ended as most fights do, in a messy embrace. They held each other close, and pounding on each other, as though greeting each other after a long time apart. The difference was the knives they held in their hands. Freck had been stabbed in his side more times than he could count. He had driven his own knife deep into the small of Badgers back. As far as Freck could tell, they were both dead men. Time slowed to a crawl. They had stopped stabbing long ago, leaning on each other for support, only upright by the fact they leant upon each other.
Badgers lips bubbled blood, and he whispered in Freck ear. "My place, floorboards". Badgers legs buckled, and they both fell into a heap on the ground. Frecks eyes closed.
Where men wait in shadows out of sight
Where against each other they plot and plan
For ever is treachery in the heart of man
The door crashed open as he burst through it, running foot steps and cursing behind him. Familiar cursing, it was Badger. He slammed into the far alley wall, before pushing himself sideways into a staggering run down the side street. Unfortunately his way was blocked by further men with knives. He skidded to a stop, Badger crashing into his back.
"Back!, turn!".
Badger did not need to be told twice, and they turned... only to find their two assailants from the tavern now blocking their way, grim smiles upon their face.
"Gimme a lift!" yelled Badger, lifting a leg high for Freck to boost him with. It was something they had done a dozen times before with burglaries. Freck laced his fingers together as Badger put his boot in them. Just as Freck made ready to lift the command came "drop him, or yer a dead man". A thousand things ran through Frecks mind right then... the primary being that he did not want to die, right then and there. He unlaced his fingers, leaving Badger with nothing to step off.
Badger cursed "You've doomed us both, you treacherous glumby cludge!". Freck didn't answer, looking around for some possible way to escape himself.
"Nah" spoke one of the voices from up the alley. "Could use a big man like him, no use for a little weasel like you though".
Freck spoke quickly "I'm in". He stepped back from Badger, to the chorus of chuckles coming from the others in the alley. Badger spat after him.
"Traitor, they'll gut you in a flap!"
Freck shrugged, not trusting himself to talk. His throat was locked with fear.
"Kill him, friend" came the command. Men at either end of the alley grinned, their knives caked with blood. He looked to Badger, who spat at him again, and lifted his knife.
"Sorry" mumbled Freck, moving towards him.
Much has been written on the mistique of the swordsman, on the chime of steel on steel, and grim salutes on the battle field. Much less has been written on the fight of knife on knife, where to kill a man, you must be close enough kiss him. Little room to move around, both of them allready suffering from cuts and stabs. Freck had a longer reach on his side, but Badger knew the knife better than he. In the end it ended as most fights do, in a messy embrace. They held each other close, and pounding on each other, as though greeting each other after a long time apart. The difference was the knives they held in their hands. Freck had been stabbed in his side more times than he could count. He had driven his own knife deep into the small of Badgers back. As far as Freck could tell, they were both dead men. Time slowed to a crawl. They had stopped stabbing long ago, leaning on each other for support, only upright by the fact they leant upon each other.
Badgers lips bubbled blood, and he whispered in Freck ear. "My place, floorboards". Badgers legs buckled, and they both fell into a heap on the ground. Frecks eyes closed.
12.August.2015: Never forget.
Re: Gutter Magic (Adult themes)
When the bodies falls and vision fades
Then souls departs to dance with shades
Thoughts come unbidden from near and far
Yet none can answer who you are
Freck had always been a tough bastard. The orc in him, no doubt. He'd heard stories about orcs. Bigger, greener, meaner than he. But hard to kill. Damn hard to kill.
He mulled that over, as his blood flowed out into the street.
He could die, right? It'd be pretty easy. Just drift off into sleep. Forget about how much it's starting to hurt. Its not like he had much to live for. It wasn't much of a job. Star, nice as she was, was just a pair of tits. They had those in the afterlife, right?
But what was Badger going on about? His place, floorboards? Did he have a stash? Was it worth staying alive for?
Hmm, footsteps coming and going. Ho ho, someones taking his purse. Figures. The grimbly cludges.
Well, that's annoyed him enough to live.
Cant go to the afterlife with an empty purse.
That shit'd be embaressin'
Then souls departs to dance with shades
Thoughts come unbidden from near and far
Yet none can answer who you are
Freck had always been a tough bastard. The orc in him, no doubt. He'd heard stories about orcs. Bigger, greener, meaner than he. But hard to kill. Damn hard to kill.
He mulled that over, as his blood flowed out into the street.
He could die, right? It'd be pretty easy. Just drift off into sleep. Forget about how much it's starting to hurt. Its not like he had much to live for. It wasn't much of a job. Star, nice as she was, was just a pair of tits. They had those in the afterlife, right?
But what was Badger going on about? His place, floorboards? Did he have a stash? Was it worth staying alive for?
Hmm, footsteps coming and going. Ho ho, someones taking his purse. Figures. The grimbly cludges.
Well, that's annoyed him enough to live.
Cant go to the afterlife with an empty purse.
That shit'd be embaressin'
12.August.2015: Never forget.
Re: Gutter Magic (Adult themes)
For every cutter who makes it tall
Three dozen must have had their fall
Shed not a tear for those who fell
For they deserve their private hell
Freck stumbled through backalleys, holding his back which was a mass of puncture wounds. It hurt in a line from shoulder to balls though he was fairly sure his wounds did not extend that far. Poor Badger, he had been a good nutter. Freck would miss him. But what the hells had happened? Upstart guild? The old man was gonna be pissed, if they hadn’t gotten to him already. Which was possible if they were clever.
Either way, it seemed like a good time to get out of the city, his own prospects on either side looking fairly dismal. The new guild wouldn’t trust him, the old guild might find out he killed Badge, the watch would happily string him up as part of the problem. As well as being shanked, it would seem a good screwing loomed on his horizon. Time to get out, with a quick swing past Badges place. Which was... still a long way away. Freck needed help, and he knew where to get it. The one man in the city who would help all comers, regardless. Marn of Ilmater. He stumbled on.
Marb lived in a shack in Silverscales, and he took visitors at all hours. He was about to take another as freck stumbled into his door frame, then his wall as it collapsed under his weight, sending a shower of sky blue tiles slithering down to crash onto the street. Dogs nearby began to howl, setting of dozens more in nearby neighbourhoods. A very uncharacteristic curse came from Marn who had been sleeping. Freck looked up from his half buried state, in a lot of pain and shock. Marn rushed over and began to lift debris from him, scolding all the while. It washed over his ears, as he drifted into unconsciousness.
When he came to, it was in another house. He guts had been wrapped in a large bandage, and it looked like his tunic had been washed and mended. He sat up, then realised Marn was next to him, with a deep frown, though he spoke with a soft voice. “Freck, you have to leave, there are people looking for you, and I cannot keep you safe here”. Marn pressed a loaf of bread into his hand and hurried out the back door. In a fog he allowed himself to be lead out, wondering what he was meant to do with a loaf of bread. At least his back wasn’t hurting as much anymore. For all that could be said against the deep sadness the ilmateri seemed to nurture within themselves, they cared for all comers. Briefly, in this case.
He tucked the loaf of bread under his arm, and squinted up at the bright sun. It looked earlier than he last remembered, which meant it was in fact, much later. At least a day. Star would be worried sick. He felt a pang of guilt, which he quickly quashed. She would be safer if he didn’t go back. Badgers place was not far, for he was a Silverscales boy through and through. He had talked of moving out once “he made it”, but the grunts like them never really made it. It was all just talked as they boozed away their youth and hard earned wealth.
He walked down quiet streets to the rickety apartments where Badger had a small room. There were precious few people on the streets today, and those who were hurried quickly, with their heads down. Whatever had happened must have happened on scale, as the people sure knew about it. Freck entered the apartments, walking up rickety stairs which creaked under his weight. He hated that noise, always thinking they would give way at any moment. They didn’t, thankfully. He paused before Badgers door looking left and right. No one. He tried the handle... and the door pushed open. The place was trashed, even more so than normal. Someone had been through here, looked like a very thorough burglary.
Freck padded in, and closed the door. Badgers few belongings had been strewn around, and his straw mattress ripped to bits. Furniture over turned, and clothing cut open. Someone had even gone into the trouble of upending a chamber pot, and smearing the contents around on the floor. Badger, badger, what had you been hiding? Freck quietly lifted everything into a corner of the room, and gently pushed on floor board with his foot, looking for a loose one. It took some time, but he found it. With a bent and discarded fork, he was able to lift it enough to get purchase for his fingers to remove it fully.
Within a small cavity was a ratty looking sack. It looked like an emergency stash he judged as he opened it. A handful of mixed coinage, including some silvery electrum coins, a small pearl, a tiny clay vial the size of his thumb which held a pale blue liquid, a knife, and a battered old book the size of his hand which he ignored. It was enough for a new start in a new city. A new life perhaps where he would not make the same mistakes he did in this one. He gave the pearl boot space, and tied the sack tight with one of Badgers rope belts, before wrapping it in a dirty sheet, and putting it under his free arm.
Gods bless ya Badger, ya were a prince amongst men, i’m sorry it ‘ad ta go tha way it did.
That very afternoon saw Freck fleeing the city, making his way westwards, towards the setting sun, and lengthening shadows.
Three dozen must have had their fall
Shed not a tear for those who fell
For they deserve their private hell
Freck stumbled through backalleys, holding his back which was a mass of puncture wounds. It hurt in a line from shoulder to balls though he was fairly sure his wounds did not extend that far. Poor Badger, he had been a good nutter. Freck would miss him. But what the hells had happened? Upstart guild? The old man was gonna be pissed, if they hadn’t gotten to him already. Which was possible if they were clever.
Either way, it seemed like a good time to get out of the city, his own prospects on either side looking fairly dismal. The new guild wouldn’t trust him, the old guild might find out he killed Badge, the watch would happily string him up as part of the problem. As well as being shanked, it would seem a good screwing loomed on his horizon. Time to get out, with a quick swing past Badges place. Which was... still a long way away. Freck needed help, and he knew where to get it. The one man in the city who would help all comers, regardless. Marn of Ilmater. He stumbled on.
Marb lived in a shack in Silverscales, and he took visitors at all hours. He was about to take another as freck stumbled into his door frame, then his wall as it collapsed under his weight, sending a shower of sky blue tiles slithering down to crash onto the street. Dogs nearby began to howl, setting of dozens more in nearby neighbourhoods. A very uncharacteristic curse came from Marn who had been sleeping. Freck looked up from his half buried state, in a lot of pain and shock. Marn rushed over and began to lift debris from him, scolding all the while. It washed over his ears, as he drifted into unconsciousness.
When he came to, it was in another house. He guts had been wrapped in a large bandage, and it looked like his tunic had been washed and mended. He sat up, then realised Marn was next to him, with a deep frown, though he spoke with a soft voice. “Freck, you have to leave, there are people looking for you, and I cannot keep you safe here”. Marn pressed a loaf of bread into his hand and hurried out the back door. In a fog he allowed himself to be lead out, wondering what he was meant to do with a loaf of bread. At least his back wasn’t hurting as much anymore. For all that could be said against the deep sadness the ilmateri seemed to nurture within themselves, they cared for all comers. Briefly, in this case.
He tucked the loaf of bread under his arm, and squinted up at the bright sun. It looked earlier than he last remembered, which meant it was in fact, much later. At least a day. Star would be worried sick. He felt a pang of guilt, which he quickly quashed. She would be safer if he didn’t go back. Badgers place was not far, for he was a Silverscales boy through and through. He had talked of moving out once “he made it”, but the grunts like them never really made it. It was all just talked as they boozed away their youth and hard earned wealth.
He walked down quiet streets to the rickety apartments where Badger had a small room. There were precious few people on the streets today, and those who were hurried quickly, with their heads down. Whatever had happened must have happened on scale, as the people sure knew about it. Freck entered the apartments, walking up rickety stairs which creaked under his weight. He hated that noise, always thinking they would give way at any moment. They didn’t, thankfully. He paused before Badgers door looking left and right. No one. He tried the handle... and the door pushed open. The place was trashed, even more so than normal. Someone had been through here, looked like a very thorough burglary.
Freck padded in, and closed the door. Badgers few belongings had been strewn around, and his straw mattress ripped to bits. Furniture over turned, and clothing cut open. Someone had even gone into the trouble of upending a chamber pot, and smearing the contents around on the floor. Badger, badger, what had you been hiding? Freck quietly lifted everything into a corner of the room, and gently pushed on floor board with his foot, looking for a loose one. It took some time, but he found it. With a bent and discarded fork, he was able to lift it enough to get purchase for his fingers to remove it fully.
Within a small cavity was a ratty looking sack. It looked like an emergency stash he judged as he opened it. A handful of mixed coinage, including some silvery electrum coins, a small pearl, a tiny clay vial the size of his thumb which held a pale blue liquid, a knife, and a battered old book the size of his hand which he ignored. It was enough for a new start in a new city. A new life perhaps where he would not make the same mistakes he did in this one. He gave the pearl boot space, and tied the sack tight with one of Badgers rope belts, before wrapping it in a dirty sheet, and putting it under his free arm.
Gods bless ya Badger, ya were a prince amongst men, i’m sorry it ‘ad ta go tha way it did.
That very afternoon saw Freck fleeing the city, making his way westwards, towards the setting sun, and lengthening shadows.
12.August.2015: Never forget.