Wednesday, March 3, 2004

Chapter 10: Quoting Macbeth is not sue-able! Making up words is not stupid! The Lords of Chaste! Coarse's Origin!
Wow, long title! heres chapter 10. the nunber in brackets are footnotes.

‘A DRUM! A DRUM! LORD IKKILION DOTH COME!’ A man stepped out from the path shouting. He was wearing expensive clothing. ‘All bow before Lord Ikkilion!’

Coarse seemed to know what was going on. ‘Listen, bow quickly, Lord Ikkilion is coming’ he whispered.
‘I gathered that. Who his he anyway? He sounds like an Elf. I don’t like Elves.'(1) Brigand replied.
‘No, he’s a lord of Chaste’
‘You mean the place with all the temples.’ Salvador questioned.
‘Yes, he is 3rd inline to become High Priest.’ The man who had announced Lord Ikkilion’s arrival was tapping his foot waiting for them to stop talking.
‘Presenting Lord Ikkilion, 3rd inline to become High Priest of Chaste!’
Four men surrounding a horse came into the light; the pure-Wight horse was rode by Lord Ikkilion. ‘Well, well, well,’ Ikkilion said looking very pleased, ‘if it isn’t Coarse Blessed. I haven’t seen you since, when was it? Ah, yes when you said you didn’t want to become High Priest. Well big brother you have done grand for yourself!’ Ikkilion almost started laughing, ‘You’re a barbarian who travels around with a scruffy wizard and a mugger! It amazes me how you could have been in charge of a whole country yet you through it away for this!’
‘I’m not a barbarian!’
‘I’m not a scruffy wizard!’
‘I’m not a mugger!’
‘Hmm,’ muttered Ikkilion. ‘Maybe so, but you are scruffy.’
‘Well it’s not like I’m a lord of Chaste! I have to cope on a small salary!’
‘Hmm, funny that, I live on other peoples large salaries.’
‘Brigand, shut up!’ Snapped Coarse.
‘Yes, do what he says, you’re very annoying, Brigand is it? Well big brother I think we have matters to discuss.’
‘Like what?’
‘Well, you and your friends (and a pile of ash) are right next to town, which was just blown up. You have to admit that is very suspicious.’
‘We didn’t blow it up, a satanic did.’ Pleaded Salvador, ‘And that pile of ash has a name you know! Poor Bob, I bet he’s in a better place now…’(2)
‘Ahem, yes. Anyway you are to come with me. I may have a use for you. Also I need to talk with Coarse, there are things he should know. Patsy, prepare the carriage ready it is quite a long journey.’
‘I do know, I was born in chaste and I have lived there all my life.’ Patsy muttered to him self.
‘What was that patsy?’
‘Nothing, Lord Ikkilion.’
‘Gentleman, and mugger, we are about to embark on a journey to Chaste!’
‘Wow, you can really tell Coarse and Elf-man are related.’ Brigand said to Salvador.
‘I know they both make a big deal over nothing.’
‘Gentleman are you growing roots.’
‘Were coming!’ Salvador shouted.
Salvador walked to carriage. Brigand stopped and thought for a moment. ‘Gentleman…mugger…Oi! I’m not a mugger!’


(1)This could be later explained in the story were it might be important, but I’d of probably forget by then. Anyway, Brigands dislike of Elves is due to the fact he is a Quarter-Dwarf. His mother was a half-dwarf and his grandmother a Pure-Dwarf (more commonly known as Dwarfs). So as he has Dwarf blood he isn’t racist to elves, otherwise all Dwarfs would be classed as racist and all Elves would be too.

(2) The fate of Bob will be told later if I can be bothered and/or I can’t think of anything to write. For now let’s just say that it includes, fire, sulphur, eternal damnation, some demons and a barbecue smell.
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