Against the Cult of the Reptile God
2023 April 18 DruidLevel 1/Fighter Level 10 XP 85023
Gilno looked like he was in trouble. To the fresh druid’s heart he was playing at it. The orc-bred bully poking a finger in the boys mouth just said, It’s a woman, Dugod1.
“She’s pretty big. She might be an orc.”
“Don’t smell like it. Now, are you going to get that treasure? You owe us quite a bit, Dugod. Now, the Skull, Blessed is she, has expenses. That treasure would pay some of it. She gets half, we split the other half, then you pay up.”
“The Skull, Blessed is she, needs to lose some weight, you ask me.”
The bruit clubbed the boy hard enough to send him several feet to the floor. “Disrespect the Skull, Blessed is she, like that. Her Holiness might hear and take your heart.”
“Ever seen it done?” The boy was hardly winded.
“Once. The fellow lasted a week. Waist, you ask me.”
“Shame.” The boy got to his feet. “Listen, that house is haunted. I think it’s her husband.”
“Fai! Grow up. Ghosts can’t hurt you. Just get in there, find the jade statue, bring it to me. We sell it in Gryphonton2, pass the proceeds on….
“Let me keep a shilling. Mama needs a new dress. You know, for the festival.”
The3 bruit just stares at the boy, growling, smiling. “Get up to your room. I’ll be up in a moment.”
Did the boy just get excited at that?
The bruit turned his attentions to the woman. She didn’t have much on her, two cloaks and a sack at her side with kindling and a bite of cheese. The druid stopped pretending to be asleep and offered a warm smile. “Hay, big boy. Wouldn’t you rather wrestle for it”
“Them who care…,”4 she thought fast. Renown would not be her friend. Her birth name might have to die, at least for now. So, she chose, “Ratækorn,” djyp for squirrel. “Acorn is good.”
“Well, Rat, I have a friend who wants to meet you.”
“The Skull, Blessed is she?”
“Yeah. How you know her?”
“Only5 through rumor. Oh6, but such stories, surely fame can be had in her service.”
“Not too much, girly. Who needs renown when you can do so much more without it.”
A voice called from the rafters, “Derek?” The voice had been affected, hiked up an octave.
The man smiled, turned to Acorn, “Don’t go away.”
1 Rat. From Welsh, Llygoden.
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