Castle Shyr
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
30
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1,516
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Impatience -1
Shortest section ever. :)
Just mindless Tev stuff.. but Mordecai and Vala are in it, so it\'s all cool.
-Impatience-
“Sir? Mordecai?”
Mordecai had half a mind to just continue ignoring the soldier, to just ignore them all completely and do this on his own, impossible as it might have been. Their incompetence, their inability to think for themselves, their dependence on him, their very presence was an annoyance to the halfling. He worked best alone anyway. He knew Valagor did it just to get under his skin, the King hated him, and yet he kept promoting him without reason, without cause. It rose suspicion in the halfling’s mind which put his senses on an ever more constant alert.
“Captain Mordecai, sir, this is ridiculous. Please, stop this petty show and give us our orders.”
Mordecai slowly turned to look at the soldier, his eyes first, followed slowly by his hooded head. He could not believe the audacity of these so-called warriors he was forced to baby-sit, they never failed to amaze him. They had been all complaints since he’d returned the previous night with news of what he’d seen. The blunder of the scouts before them nearly cost them the mission, Mordecai was almost thankful the two scouts in his little party had discovered Crawyn Village - otherwise they would have stumbled into an empty village, and by the time they realized what had happened, half of Crawyn would be safe on the other side of the Votoc Mountains. Unfortunately, to solve this idiocy, the troupe had been forced to pack up the previous night instead of enjoying themselves like they had been doing, and march out to Canibar. They would now have to make their attack in broad daylight, on Crawyn itself. Mordecai heard the soldier who’d spoken shift in his saddle, agitated, and his fate was sealed. Mordecai’s hand moved faster than the eye could see, and in a split second his fist, concealing the hilt of a wicked blade, was inches from the man’s stomach. Mordecai felt hot blood seeping into his glove as he gave the blade a twist, then pulled it from the man’s stomach as quickly as he had thrust it there. He turned his gaze back to the village in the valley below, not even listening for the thud he knew was coming.
It was strange how large Crawyn was compared to the other villages. It was as if the men who had constructed it knew things would play out the way they had - they’d managed to keep the village hidden, as well as provide space for two more villages should the need arise. Unfortunately the absent-minded Nanion artisans had prepared for a Tev attack, led by a Tev soldier.
Mordecai’s brows raised slightly, illuminated by the sun which nearly blinded his companions. He felt Vala shift underneath him, her ears turning to catch the sounds of scuffling beside her. Her tail smacked up in agitation, the tips catching the back of Mordecai’s cape.
“Move out.” He growled in a voice which despised itself. “Spare none.”
Just mindless Tev stuff.. but Mordecai and Vala are in it, so it\'s all cool.
-Impatience-
“Sir? Mordecai?”
Mordecai had half a mind to just continue ignoring the soldier, to just ignore them all completely and do this on his own, impossible as it might have been. Their incompetence, their inability to think for themselves, their dependence on him, their very presence was an annoyance to the halfling. He worked best alone anyway. He knew Valagor did it just to get under his skin, the King hated him, and yet he kept promoting him without reason, without cause. It rose suspicion in the halfling’s mind which put his senses on an ever more constant alert.
“Captain Mordecai, sir, this is ridiculous. Please, stop this petty show and give us our orders.”
Mordecai slowly turned to look at the soldier, his eyes first, followed slowly by his hooded head. He could not believe the audacity of these so-called warriors he was forced to baby-sit, they never failed to amaze him. They had been all complaints since he’d returned the previous night with news of what he’d seen. The blunder of the scouts before them nearly cost them the mission, Mordecai was almost thankful the two scouts in his little party had discovered Crawyn Village - otherwise they would have stumbled into an empty village, and by the time they realized what had happened, half of Crawyn would be safe on the other side of the Votoc Mountains. Unfortunately, to solve this idiocy, the troupe had been forced to pack up the previous night instead of enjoying themselves like they had been doing, and march out to Canibar. They would now have to make their attack in broad daylight, on Crawyn itself. Mordecai heard the soldier who’d spoken shift in his saddle, agitated, and his fate was sealed. Mordecai’s hand moved faster than the eye could see, and in a split second his fist, concealing the hilt of a wicked blade, was inches from the man’s stomach. Mordecai felt hot blood seeping into his glove as he gave the blade a twist, then pulled it from the man’s stomach as quickly as he had thrust it there. He turned his gaze back to the village in the valley below, not even listening for the thud he knew was coming.
It was strange how large Crawyn was compared to the other villages. It was as if the men who had constructed it knew things would play out the way they had - they’d managed to keep the village hidden, as well as provide space for two more villages should the need arise. Unfortunately the absent-minded Nanion artisans had prepared for a Tev attack, led by a Tev soldier.
Mordecai’s brows raised slightly, illuminated by the sun which nearly blinded his companions. He felt Vala shift underneath him, her ears turning to catch the sounds of scuffling beside her. Her tail smacked up in agitation, the tips catching the back of Mordecai’s cape.
“Move out.” He growled in a voice which despised itself. “Spare none.”