Terrick groaned in annoyance as he avoided another patrol. He had been in high spirits when he managed to sneak into the snake stronghold only to be almost immediately jumped by a group of scantily dressed women. With swift steps he had been able to flee only to get fully lost in the island"s interior.
The island itself seemed to be built with a weird pattern, the houses all looked monotonously similar, the fog blocked most of the island"s surroundings and the "patrol" was merely a group of three to four women that carried a spear or so and seemed to work for the sole purpose of maintaining the order of the place.
From the bit of information he had gotten eavesdropping, the island seemed to be divided into the outer and inner circle. The inner circle seemed to house most of the soldiers and the "shamans" while the outer circle seemed to be a patch of the island that housed all the care centers.
Most soldiers he had heard seemed keen to visit the outer circle to meet their "sp.a.w.n" which Terrick could only a.s.sume to be their children.
Somehow Terrick had made his way directly into the inner circle! The eerie and otherwise weird structure of the town had left Terrick reeling.
As he shadily jumped onto the roofs of the many houses, he could not help but glance at the sky. The sun had long set and the full moon had lighted through the patchwork that formed the top of the mountain.
He would have blended into the populace below but the people seemed not to have a foreign population. They did not seem to have the concept of a visitor, so anyone that looked even remotely unlike the island"s inhabitants would be immediately reported to the authorities.
That along with the fact that all the residents of the island seemed to be soldiers in some capacity forced Terrick to pa.s.sively collect information.
As he looked down at the uniquely cobblestone path he could not help but sigh. With some swift steps he made a decision. He would kidnap someone to get some information!
With swift steps he leaped off the maroon tiled roof that he had been on, soundlessly landing on the dirty silver cobblestone.
With silent steps he skulked into the barely visible shadows of the huge building formed from the sliver of moonlight that peeked through the thicket of the fog. If all of this wasn"t enough he was also worried by another more serious matter that had him looking constantly at his back. He had no clue what happened to the snake that the women rode on!
If his hunch on why his sea king mount ran away was correct, then this place should be a huge nest of the d.a.m.n huge scalies! Yet in his time on the island he had not managed to catch even the shadow of one!
With a soundless inhale he perked up. At the very periphery of his hearing he heard the slurred voice of what sounded to be an intoxicated female.
Immediately he a.s.sumed a quick battle stance, lurking at a corner of the building in such a manner that the pink fog and the shadow of the house coincided to make him practically invisible.
As the women approached he could see a fair looking silhouette. Scraggy black hair and a tribal costume made of brown scales.
A thin hair band formed of the black whiskers of the Yuda tied her head, visible as she neared his skulking point.
In her hand was a small ceramic flask.
From the brief hint of her figure that could be seen, her piercing green eyes and her brownish black hair stood out.
Suddenly she stiffened, for Terrick had finally made his move. He had catapulted over her head silently, landing behind her and hitting her on the base of her neck. With a soft gurgle she began to crumple.
With a small smirk he pulled up her crumpled form, putting her firmly on his shoulder as he ran up the building. He needed somewhere comparatively noisy…
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Breta could not help but groan as she straightened up. She could hear the unmistakable roar of the fragrant temple near her.
She cursed her fate silently as she chastised her lack of self restraint, she had sworn off drinking the elixir more than two times a day, still somehow she found her way here.
She frowned slightly as she rubbed her heavy eyes, jumping up almost instantly as the cold feel of the knife on her neck brought her up short.
"Velma, I swear if this is another one of your pranks-" She did not finish, for at that point she came face to face with a face she was all to unfamiliar with.
The face lacked the effeminate features she was so used to. Instead the lines of the face were lined sharply like they had been chiseled on!
She had only ever seen faces such as this in the outer circle when she was still a young one!
"Well now that you"re awake it"s time for some answers don"t you think miss?" he asked in a soft and baritone voice.
She stared at him weirdly before ignoring the knife to her neck and trying to get up.
A second later however Terrick could not help but clamp his hand over her mouth stifling a scream that she had built up, the fact that an outsider stood in front of her settling in only at this time.
"As long as you keep silent no one needs to get hurt.." Terrick said as a trail of sweat flowed down his back unnoticed.
The women nodded stiffly as she looked at the knife in his hand. "Let"s start off easy, what is your name?" he asked simply as he took his hand away from her mouth.
"Breta…" She said stiffly, her eyes never leaving the pointed short knife in his hand.
"Well then Breta, would be so kind as to tell me where you would keep people that you get from outside?"