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Chapter 6 From Neriak with Love!!
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Considering what happened to him, my beloved husband Fry has quite the string of good fortune. Being knocked around, rendered unconscious time after time, being blasted by powerful magicks, you would think he would have been dead by know, but not so. My Fry is still taking on the world and asking for more, that's what I love about him….anyway back to where I left off.
Once again Fry found himself waking up inside Felwithe castle and again he was not alone, but this time it was not Tyria who sat beside him but King Tearis. The Old elven King began to speak, even as Fry's head continued to swim with clouds
"Ah Good to see that you have woken up young Fry."
"Thank You sir" Things where still a bit cloudy, but then he remembered the attack. "Mom!!!" he cried
"She is alright Fry, she suffered from a few light wounds and extreme exhaustion."
"What of home sir?"
"The damage was for the most part light, only major damage was caused by the fire arrows used by the orcs. That pretty much being one of the few deadly weapons they used in the attack…It never ceases to amaze me the unending depths of the Orcs stupidity …warring with rusty unfinished weapons? Silly.. Well, I am getting lost in my thoughts again. The only other damage to Kelethin was that small section of the city collapsed due to a incident with a relic from your father, but that information I will leave up to your mother to tell you. Right now rest, young one, you can see her when you are better. Also report to my chambers when you are fit, I have a new assignment for you."
"Yes, sir!"
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"Gimme my helmet back!!"
" har .har …no"
"Gimme my hat!!!"
"HAR! Har!!!"
"Please!!!"
"HARHARHARHARHAR!!!"
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Bet you were wondering how long it would be before you got an interruption from me? Right, I know what you where thinking. I miss me too sometimes. Well anyway. I thought I would introduce the new (but ugly) face to Fry's growing band of friends….wait..oops!! ack...rats, I guess I kind spoiled that part…sigh...I wish I could erase this cheap ink…I'm getting side tracked again, Anyway, the mischevious hat thief we have here now is Fry's soon to be friend, companion, and Sevet's personal bodyguard/bouncer Jolignuachatechia…or for those of us who can not pronounce Trollspeak- Joe.
To some, Joe is an invincible wall of green muscle and might, too some others he is a friend who is missing a more then a few marbles...and to this poor dark elf night watchman…a Notorious hat stealer.
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"Pretty please give me my hat back!!! I have to go on duty in a few minutes!!!"
"Har har…mm…no! Har har!!!"
Joe laughs raucously while downing some fresh Orc steak with one hand and playing keep-away with the other. Forcing the short dark elf to jump around like an idiot to try to get his helmet back. Standing at an impressive 8 feet tall, rippling with green muscle Joe is truly a warrior's warrior…if you can get past his happy go lucky personality and his love of a good prank. Which is why he nearly started to cry-which is a scary sight to behold…believe me- when the helmet suddenly disappeared from his fingers and found it's way on to the Night Watchman's head.
"Thank you M'lady." He bowed and then saluted " To the damnation of Innoruuk!" and dashed out of the mess hall to make it too his shift, hoping that his superior won't boil him in oil for tardiness.
An ornate staff slammed down on the ground loudly, turning Joe around to face this new person with eyes burning like the fires of Hell.
"Joe how many times have I told you not-gahrgh!!!!!"
"SEVET!!!!!" Cried the Troll scooping her up in his massive arms and hugging her tightly…very tightly.
"Where yuos beeen Sevet!! Me mises yous!!" The grip got tighter
"Can't breath….ribs…Joe…my ribs!!!!"
He let go dumping her to the floor. "Sowwy"
Wheezing slightly for breath, Sevet stood upright and placed the ornate staff in the carrying sleeve on her back.
"It's a long story Joe. Been taking care of a few errands and got delayed a few times."
Giving her the saddest puppy dog face imaginable-
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Contrary to popular opinion Trolls are actually very emotional creatures. Their big ugly innocent looking faces can convey heartbreaking amounts of emotions. To get a good grasp on this scene, imagine the face of that puppy you saw in that box on a street corner that you walked by and didn't adopt! Shame on you…and multiply it a thousand times. That will give a good idea of Joe's face
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"Me misses yous Sevet…why yous no take Jolignuachatechia wit yous?"
"I'm sorry Joe, just some things I had to take care off alone."
A tear rolled down the Troll's eye and Joe sniffled.
"Stop it Joe, I'm here now. So what are they serving today in this dump?"
Joe smiled greatly, food being his favorite thing next to barshing.
"Orcie Steakums!!! Yum!!!!" With one hand grabbed several steaks at once and inhaled all of them, except for a tiny niblet, which he offered to Sevet.
"Want some?"
"uh...um-" Sevet didn't have any more time to uh um and flounder to find a polite way to say no , because just at that moment, the general alarm rang and a Night Watchman that was late to work began to cry out.
"Intruder!!!"
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Fry always seemed to get the most interesting assignments, which is good, because had he not this memoir wouldn't be all that fun to read, but nonetheless he received a new dangerous task from King Tearis. One that was his greatest yet, find away into the Capital of the Dark elves and discover what ever he could about the Teir'dal's plan and motives behind the training and arming of the Crushbone Orcs.
As a side issue, one that was given to him by his mother, he needed to find out who or what that other demon was. It was the same one that appeared during the War of Heroes and nearly destroyed them. Who ever controlled that beast was immensely powerful and would have to be stopped.
In those few hours of conversation Fry learned a great deal about his long vanished father, amazing things he would have never believed if any one else had told him.
Augustas seeking to prove that he was a true Geomancer like the first, Daryoon, sought the ultimate magick. Foo'qwui; the Avatar of the Nature goddess herself, Tunare. It was said that a Geomancer, who sought to prove his mastery over nature, could invoke a spell that allow him to bend Foo'qwui to his will, to be able to call at any time to come to his aid. Until that day, only Daryoon, the first Geomancer had been able to do it.
Augustas, so certain of his mastery and so in love with Fry's mother gave her the amulet that contained Foo'qwui, to allow her to call upon his protection in a dire time.
As a personal interest that streamlined with his already mounting tasks, he wanted to learn more about Sevet and that strange and mysteriously powerful alter-ego of hers and so completely healed and filled with determination Fry set off for the dark city of Neriak.
To his surprise penetrating the city was fairly easy, by hitching a ride in the cart of a Troll merchant, he was whisked inside the city. Sticking to the shadows and darting through crowds of Teir'dal, Trolls and Ogres, he managed to get himself lost in the Commons of the city.
How do I get myself into these things….I need information about this place…but I can't just walk up and ask somebody…wait maybe I can…they are bound to have a tavern or a bar. There will be plenty of people I could bribe for information.
Fumbling around with his carrying pouch, he produced a wallet filled with platinum coins and quickly counted them up.
330….450…700. I guess that should be enough, I just hope I have enough after this to get a boat trip home. Tunare help me if I have to sneak onboard another smelly dwarven fishing trawler..
Moving silently and deftly he found a high rooftop that overlooked a good majority of the commons, from there he gazed out searching for a pub or a tavern or even a collection of likely ruffians.
Though he didn't see it at first, he soon overheard the sound of lively upbeat music being played from nearby. Following the music, leaping from rooftop to rooftop, he located the source of the music. Finding a window on the roof of the building he peered in.
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The Maiden's Fancy was just starting to warm up, the seats where being filled quickly and already the first few rounds of mead had been served and the usual conversation was brisk and noisy as always. The gathered crowd...mostly men… soon hushed as the Willowisp lamps went out , except for a mobile one, that hovered over a young looking teir'dal female, shrouded in a simple black cloak, a long seductive blue leg showing. She began to sing, her sweet voice gently passing to the ears of the patrons.
"When you are gone…I feel distraught and despair….My black heart turns like ice and does not care….."
The lights come on full and the girl sheds her cloak revealing an outfit that is so revealing and so tight you must wonder is it actually cloth or paint? Behind her 8 more girls wearing outfits equally as revealing, appear on stage and begin to sing in key with her.
"….that you are gone!!!….. and now I can get my groove on!!…. Hey you want to have some fun? Come here oh my!! Aren't you a big one!!" the chanted in chorus with the music, dancing and prancing on the stage.
Directly above the stage, Fry stares gawk-eyed at the scene below him. He is so enraptured by the dancing scantily clad elves, that he nearly forgets why he was there in the first place.
About 15 minutes later, the display of flesh stops and the girls retire behind the stage and the previous state of noise and mead resumes. Reminding himself that he needs to come back here, Fry leapt of the roof to find a back way into the Maiden's fancy, being the Front entrance and the Window would expose him too much. At that exact moment, a Guard was dashing through the alley trying to get to his post before his superior boiled him in oil and poured salt on his nerves.
"I'm late! I'm late!! Oh I'm la- $%@$!!" The last part being unintelligible as Fry had landed right on top of him. Unfortunately for Fry, the guard had his recently recovered helmet on, so he was not as stunned from the impact as Fry was.
"Ow…what a day….Hey why don't you watch where you are going you id-Hey!! You're Wood elf!!! SOUND THE ALARM!! INTRUDER!!!!"
The Guard reached for his sword, maybe if he dispatched this intruder he could get a promotion or at least keep from being boiled alive, but unfortunately for him, Joe decide to expand the list of items he likes to steal.
"Where's my sword!?!?!"
Quickly before the guard could do anything else a cloth soaked in Evergreen elixir was wrapped around his mouth and nose. Fry laid the guard on the ground and at that moment several more guards arrived on the scene.
"THERE HE IS!! GET HIM!!"
Fry sprang up the alley walls and onto the rooftop, dashing from one to the next desperately trying to make his escape.
Several shurikens whisked past him, quickly looking back, he saw three Dark elves in hot pursuit all the wile hurling deadly shurikens at him. Dodging left and right as fast as he could, he did whatever he could to give his pursuers a hard time, but his necessity to dodge the shurikens slowed him down and the three gained on him as they streaked across the rooftops.
Seeing that they would be upon him soon enough, in the middle of a leap between rooftops, he turned himself 180 degrees and hurled several projectiles of his own. Two of the pursuers cried out in pain and then fell down to the streets below as the throwing daggers bit in and seeped the drowsy Evergreen elixir into their bodies.
The third artfully dodged the daggers and bore down upon Fry all that much harder. The two of them continued leaping from roof to roof all the while parrying each others dagger strikes, they soon found themselves out of roofs and continued their frantic battle upon the streets of Neriak. A few seconds later, they had found themselves in Nektulos forest, parry after parry, riposte after riposte they fought, and then in their exhaustion both accidentally let down their guards and both leapt at each others exploitable weakness. Just as suddenly, their daggers stopped only inches from each other. In all the fighting between them ,they had not really paid any attention to what their adversaries looked like.
"Fry?"
"Sevet?" The said at the same time gasping for breath.
This was an interesting development to Fry, he was again unsure of what to do. The last few times he had meet her, she had shown him such affection then proceed to knock him unconscious. She was also uncertain of what to do, her job, her race all told her to finish him off and think nothing more of it, but her heart told her contra-wise. Her mouth had a mind of it's own however.
"What the hell are you doing here you clumsy idiot! I should kill you right now for coming into this place!!! Are you trying to commit sui-"
Fry didn't know what came over him, but even when she was so flushed with anger, she just looked so beautiful, he just couldn't help himself…so he kissed her.
When they broke the kiss, Sevet flushed with embarrassment and promptly returned the kiss.
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Joe clambered through the streets of the City trying desperately to follow the intruder and Misey Sevet, but being a big Troll he was not as nimble as the two as the Joe and the owner of the Maiden's Fancy found out as he came crashing through the roof.
So he decided to take the long way around, with his big elbows he knocked aside the smaller Dark elves.
"Hey! Watch it you big lumox!!"
"Ow, you stupid oaf!!"
After shoving his way through the city, he found his way to the gate leading to Nektulos forest.
"Misey Sevet!!!!"
.
.
.
"MISEY SEVET!!!!!!"
"MISEY SEVET WHERE ARE YOUS!!!"
He called and called into the dark forest, stumbling through a bit deeper in the forest he found her in his mind being smothered by a Wood Elf.
Anger poured though his veins and he unsheathed his huge scimitar that was almost as large as he was and roared
"YOUS NO HURT MISEY SEVET!!!"
Fry and Sevet broke out of their passionate embrace completely startled by Joe's cry. Fry barely had time to jump out of the way as Joe's scimitar sliced the area where he just was.
Back-flipping several times, trying to get some room, Fry armed himself with his daggers. Joe charged in closer filled with the anger and power of a berserker.
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Which by the way Joe is, but that is something that I will talk about later.
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The scimitar, slashed this way and that away and any way as Joe unleashed his rage against Fry, in one artful dodge, fry trying to get Joe's scimitar to get lodge in a tree, ended up in Joe chopping it down with one slice.
Things seemed bleak for Fry, the Troll's onslaught was too furious and un giving, there seemed no end to Joe's stamina and strength and then at Fry's darkest moment, Joe found self being slammed against a nearby rock by an unseen force.
Floating in the air, wielding a long ornate staff was Sevet's alter personality Syria.
"Foolish Troll! What have I told you about interfering in our affairs without my permission!!"
Joe no longer enraged, shivered at the sight of Syria. "Misey Syria angry...me scared…Me sowy Misey!"
"I ought to put you out of your misery you-oh…" The crimson aura surrounding Syria flickered and then faded, she landed on the ground with a soft thud. Fry though unsure about all of this dashed over to Syria/Sevet and cradled her.
"are you okay?"
Sevet opened her eyes , gazing at Fry.
"Yes, I'm fine. Just a little tired, this always happens when she runs out of strength and can no longer remain in control. Ouch, I wish she wouldn't jump in control like that. Umph." With a little of pain in her movement she stands up and turns to Joe.
"Joe, I'm sorry Syria yelled at you, but next time wait to see if I really need your help. Fry, this is Joe my friend and sometimes overzealous bodyguard. Joe this is Fry, he is a friend, remember that please."
"Fry friend! ME get it! Me sowy Fry!!! Friend!!!" With that he scooped the both of them into his giant arms and bear hugged them
"Gwoup Hug wit Friends!!!"
"Joe...ack! ribs!!! My ribs!!!!"
"oops...sowy.." He let go suddenly and the two elves crashed to the ground.
"Joe, an you go back into the city for a bit, I need to talk to Fry...alone "
"Okie, Misey!"
Joe quickly vanished out of sight and Sevet turned to talk to Fry.
"Why did you kiss me? We are enemies, and I have tried to kill you so many times before."
"because…I think….I love you."
"fry.." Tears welled in her eyes, in her life span no one had ever said those words to her and she had been around for a …o dear.
A bit of grief slipped onto her face.
"What's wrong Sevet?"
"No one has ever said that to me…I…but...I don't know you are so young…"
"I'm not that young, you couldn't be all that much older then me. So what's a little age difference?"
"Um…well...you see…um…I'm 460"
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End of This chapter!
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Chapter 6 From Neriak with Love!!
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Considering what happened to him, my beloved husband Fry has quite the string of good fortune. Being knocked around, rendered unconscious time after time, being blasted by powerful magicks, you would think he would have been dead by know, but not so. My Fry is still taking on the world and asking for more, that's what I love about him….anyway back to where I left off.
Once again Fry found himself waking up inside Felwithe castle and again he was not alone, but this time it was not Tyria who sat beside him but King Tearis. The Old elven King began to speak, even as Fry's head continued to swim with clouds
"Ah Good to see that you have woken up young Fry."
"Thank You sir" Things where still a bit cloudy, but then he remembered the attack. "Mom!!!" he cried
"She is alright Fry, she suffered from a few light wounds and extreme exhaustion."
"What of home sir?"
"The damage was for the most part light, only major damage was caused by the fire arrows used by the orcs. That pretty much being one of the few deadly weapons they used in the attack…It never ceases to amaze me the unending depths of the Orcs stupidity …warring with rusty unfinished weapons? Silly.. Well, I am getting lost in my thoughts again. The only other damage to Kelethin was that small section of the city collapsed due to a incident with a relic from your father, but that information I will leave up to your mother to tell you. Right now rest, young one, you can see her when you are better. Also report to my chambers when you are fit, I have a new assignment for you."
"Yes, sir!"
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"Gimme my helmet back!!"
" har .har …no"
"Gimme my hat!!!"
"HAR! Har!!!"
"Please!!!"
"HARHARHARHARHAR!!!"
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Bet you were wondering how long it would be before you got an interruption from me? Right, I know what you where thinking. I miss me too sometimes. Well anyway. I thought I would introduce the new (but ugly) face to Fry's growing band of friends….wait..oops!! ack...rats, I guess I kind spoiled that part…sigh...I wish I could erase this cheap ink…I'm getting side tracked again, Anyway, the mischevious hat thief we have here now is Fry's soon to be friend, companion, and Sevet's personal bodyguard/bouncer Jolignuachatechia…or for those of us who can not pronounce Trollspeak- Joe.
To some, Joe is an invincible wall of green muscle and might, too some others he is a friend who is missing a more then a few marbles...and to this poor dark elf night watchman…a Notorious hat stealer.
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"Pretty please give me my hat back!!! I have to go on duty in a few minutes!!!"
"Har har…mm…no! Har har!!!"
Joe laughs raucously while downing some fresh Orc steak with one hand and playing keep-away with the other. Forcing the short dark elf to jump around like an idiot to try to get his helmet back. Standing at an impressive 8 feet tall, rippling with green muscle Joe is truly a warrior's warrior…if you can get past his happy go lucky personality and his love of a good prank. Which is why he nearly started to cry-which is a scary sight to behold…believe me- when the helmet suddenly disappeared from his fingers and found it's way on to the Night Watchman's head.
"Thank you M'lady." He bowed and then saluted " To the damnation of Innoruuk!" and dashed out of the mess hall to make it too his shift, hoping that his superior won't boil him in oil for tardiness.
An ornate staff slammed down on the ground loudly, turning Joe around to face this new person with eyes burning like the fires of Hell.
"Joe how many times have I told you not-gahrgh!!!!!"
"SEVET!!!!!" Cried the Troll scooping her up in his massive arms and hugging her tightly…very tightly.
"Where yuos beeen Sevet!! Me mises yous!!" The grip got tighter
"Can't breath….ribs…Joe…my ribs!!!!"
He let go dumping her to the floor. "Sowwy"
Wheezing slightly for breath, Sevet stood upright and placed the ornate staff in the carrying sleeve on her back.
"It's a long story Joe. Been taking care of a few errands and got delayed a few times."
Giving her the saddest puppy dog face imaginable-
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Contrary to popular opinion Trolls are actually very emotional creatures. Their big ugly innocent looking faces can convey heartbreaking amounts of emotions. To get a good grasp on this scene, imagine the face of that puppy you saw in that box on a street corner that you walked by and didn't adopt! Shame on you…and multiply it a thousand times. That will give a good idea of Joe's face
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"Me misses yous Sevet…why yous no take Jolignuachatechia wit yous?"
"I'm sorry Joe, just some things I had to take care off alone."
A tear rolled down the Troll's eye and Joe sniffled.
"Stop it Joe, I'm here now. So what are they serving today in this dump?"
Joe smiled greatly, food being his favorite thing next to barshing.
"Orcie Steakums!!! Yum!!!!" With one hand grabbed several steaks at once and inhaled all of them, except for a tiny niblet, which he offered to Sevet.
"Want some?"
"uh...um-" Sevet didn't have any more time to uh um and flounder to find a polite way to say no , because just at that moment, the general alarm rang and a Night Watchman that was late to work began to cry out.
"Intruder!!!"
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Fry always seemed to get the most interesting assignments, which is good, because had he not this memoir wouldn't be all that fun to read, but nonetheless he received a new dangerous task from King Tearis. One that was his greatest yet, find away into the Capital of the Dark elves and discover what ever he could about the Teir'dal's plan and motives behind the training and arming of the Crushbone Orcs.
As a side issue, one that was given to him by his mother, he needed to find out who or what that other demon was. It was the same one that appeared during the War of Heroes and nearly destroyed them. Who ever controlled that beast was immensely powerful and would have to be stopped.
In those few hours of conversation Fry learned a great deal about his long vanished father, amazing things he would have never believed if any one else had told him.
Augustas seeking to prove that he was a true Geomancer like the first, Daryoon, sought the ultimate magick. Foo'qwui; the Avatar of the Nature goddess herself, Tunare. It was said that a Geomancer, who sought to prove his mastery over nature, could invoke a spell that allow him to bend Foo'qwui to his will, to be able to call at any time to come to his aid. Until that day, only Daryoon, the first Geomancer had been able to do it.
Augustas, so certain of his mastery and so in love with Fry's mother gave her the amulet that contained Foo'qwui, to allow her to call upon his protection in a dire time.
As a personal interest that streamlined with his already mounting tasks, he wanted to learn more about Sevet and that strange and mysteriously powerful alter-ego of hers and so completely healed and filled with determination Fry set off for the dark city of Neriak.
To his surprise penetrating the city was fairly easy, by hitching a ride in the cart of a Troll merchant, he was whisked inside the city. Sticking to the shadows and darting through crowds of Teir'dal, Trolls and Ogres, he managed to get himself lost in the Commons of the city.
How do I get myself into these things….I need information about this place…but I can't just walk up and ask somebody…wait maybe I can…they are bound to have a tavern or a bar. There will be plenty of people I could bribe for information.
Fumbling around with his carrying pouch, he produced a wallet filled with platinum coins and quickly counted them up.
330….450…700. I guess that should be enough, I just hope I have enough after this to get a boat trip home. Tunare help me if I have to sneak onboard another smelly dwarven fishing trawler..
Moving silently and deftly he found a high rooftop that overlooked a good majority of the commons, from there he gazed out searching for a pub or a tavern or even a collection of likely ruffians.
Though he didn't see it at first, he soon overheard the sound of lively upbeat music being played from nearby. Following the music, leaping from rooftop to rooftop, he located the source of the music. Finding a window on the roof of the building he peered in.
------------------------------
The Maiden's Fancy was just starting to warm up, the seats where being filled quickly and already the first few rounds of mead had been served and the usual conversation was brisk and noisy as always. The gathered crowd...mostly men… soon hushed as the Willowisp lamps went out , except for a mobile one, that hovered over a young looking teir'dal female, shrouded in a simple black cloak, a long seductive blue leg showing. She began to sing, her sweet voice gently passing to the ears of the patrons.
"When you are gone…I feel distraught and despair….My black heart turns like ice and does not care….."
The lights come on full and the girl sheds her cloak revealing an outfit that is so revealing and so tight you must wonder is it actually cloth or paint? Behind her 8 more girls wearing outfits equally as revealing, appear on stage and begin to sing in key with her.
"….that you are gone!!!….. and now I can get my groove on!!…. Hey you want to have some fun? Come here oh my!! Aren't you a big one!!" the chanted in chorus with the music, dancing and prancing on the stage.
Directly above the stage, Fry stares gawk-eyed at the scene below him. He is so enraptured by the dancing scantily clad elves, that he nearly forgets why he was there in the first place.
About 15 minutes later, the display of flesh stops and the girls retire behind the stage and the previous state of noise and mead resumes. Reminding himself that he needs to come back here, Fry leapt of the roof to find a back way into the Maiden's fancy, being the Front entrance and the Window would expose him too much. At that exact moment, a Guard was dashing through the alley trying to get to his post before his superior boiled him in oil and poured salt on his nerves.
"I'm late! I'm late!! Oh I'm la- $%@$!!" The last part being unintelligible as Fry had landed right on top of him. Unfortunately for Fry, the guard had his recently recovered helmet on, so he was not as stunned from the impact as Fry was.
"Ow…what a day….Hey why don't you watch where you are going you id-Hey!! You're Wood elf!!! SOUND THE ALARM!! INTRUDER!!!!"
The Guard reached for his sword, maybe if he dispatched this intruder he could get a promotion or at least keep from being boiled alive, but unfortunately for him, Joe decide to expand the list of items he likes to steal.
"Where's my sword!?!?!"
Quickly before the guard could do anything else a cloth soaked in Evergreen elixir was wrapped around his mouth and nose. Fry laid the guard on the ground and at that moment several more guards arrived on the scene.
"THERE HE IS!! GET HIM!!"
Fry sprang up the alley walls and onto the rooftop, dashing from one to the next desperately trying to make his escape.
Several shurikens whisked past him, quickly looking back, he saw three Dark elves in hot pursuit all the wile hurling deadly shurikens at him. Dodging left and right as fast as he could, he did whatever he could to give his pursuers a hard time, but his necessity to dodge the shurikens slowed him down and the three gained on him as they streaked across the rooftops.
Seeing that they would be upon him soon enough, in the middle of a leap between rooftops, he turned himself 180 degrees and hurled several projectiles of his own. Two of the pursuers cried out in pain and then fell down to the streets below as the throwing daggers bit in and seeped the drowsy Evergreen elixir into their bodies.
The third artfully dodged the daggers and bore down upon Fry all that much harder. The two of them continued leaping from roof to roof all the while parrying each others dagger strikes, they soon found themselves out of roofs and continued their frantic battle upon the streets of Neriak. A few seconds later, they had found themselves in Nektulos forest, parry after parry, riposte after riposte they fought, and then in their exhaustion both accidentally let down their guards and both leapt at each others exploitable weakness. Just as suddenly, their daggers stopped only inches from each other. In all the fighting between them ,they had not really paid any attention to what their adversaries looked like.
"Fry?"
"Sevet?" The said at the same time gasping for breath.
This was an interesting development to Fry, he was again unsure of what to do. The last few times he had meet her, she had shown him such affection then proceed to knock him unconscious. She was also uncertain of what to do, her job, her race all told her to finish him off and think nothing more of it, but her heart told her contra-wise. Her mouth had a mind of it's own however.
"What the hell are you doing here you clumsy idiot! I should kill you right now for coming into this place!!! Are you trying to commit sui-"
Fry didn't know what came over him, but even when she was so flushed with anger, she just looked so beautiful, he just couldn't help himself…so he kissed her.
When they broke the kiss, Sevet flushed with embarrassment and promptly returned the kiss.
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Joe clambered through the streets of the City trying desperately to follow the intruder and Misey Sevet, but being a big Troll he was not as nimble as the two as the Joe and the owner of the Maiden's Fancy found out as he came crashing through the roof.
So he decided to take the long way around, with his big elbows he knocked aside the smaller Dark elves.
"Hey! Watch it you big lumox!!"
"Ow, you stupid oaf!!"
After shoving his way through the city, he found his way to the gate leading to Nektulos forest.
"Misey Sevet!!!!"
.
.
.
"MISEY SEVET!!!!!!"
"MISEY SEVET WHERE ARE YOUS!!!"
He called and called into the dark forest, stumbling through a bit deeper in the forest he found her in his mind being smothered by a Wood Elf.
Anger poured though his veins and he unsheathed his huge scimitar that was almost as large as he was and roared
"YOUS NO HURT MISEY SEVET!!!"
Fry and Sevet broke out of their passionate embrace completely startled by Joe's cry. Fry barely had time to jump out of the way as Joe's scimitar sliced the area where he just was.
Back-flipping several times, trying to get some room, Fry armed himself with his daggers. Joe charged in closer filled with the anger and power of a berserker.
---------------------
Which by the way Joe is, but that is something that I will talk about later.
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The scimitar, slashed this way and that away and any way as Joe unleashed his rage against Fry, in one artful dodge, fry trying to get Joe's scimitar to get lodge in a tree, ended up in Joe chopping it down with one slice.
Things seemed bleak for Fry, the Troll's onslaught was too furious and un giving, there seemed no end to Joe's stamina and strength and then at Fry's darkest moment, Joe found self being slammed against a nearby rock by an unseen force.
Floating in the air, wielding a long ornate staff was Sevet's alter personality Syria.
"Foolish Troll! What have I told you about interfering in our affairs without my permission!!"
Joe no longer enraged, shivered at the sight of Syria. "Misey Syria angry...me scared…Me sowy Misey!"
"I ought to put you out of your misery you-oh…" The crimson aura surrounding Syria flickered and then faded, she landed on the ground with a soft thud. Fry though unsure about all of this dashed over to Syria/Sevet and cradled her.
"are you okay?"
Sevet opened her eyes , gazing at Fry.
"Yes, I'm fine. Just a little tired, this always happens when she runs out of strength and can no longer remain in control. Ouch, I wish she wouldn't jump in control like that. Umph." With a little of pain in her movement she stands up and turns to Joe.
"Joe, I'm sorry Syria yelled at you, but next time wait to see if I really need your help. Fry, this is Joe my friend and sometimes overzealous bodyguard. Joe this is Fry, he is a friend, remember that please."
"Fry friend! ME get it! Me sowy Fry!!! Friend!!!" With that he scooped the both of them into his giant arms and bear hugged them
"Gwoup Hug wit Friends!!!"
"Joe...ack! ribs!!! My ribs!!!!"
"oops...sowy.." He let go suddenly and the two elves crashed to the ground.
"Joe, an you go back into the city for a bit, I need to talk to Fry...alone "
"Okie, Misey!"
Joe quickly vanished out of sight and Sevet turned to talk to Fry.
"Why did you kiss me? We are enemies, and I have tried to kill you so many times before."
"because…I think….I love you."
"fry.." Tears welled in her eyes, in her life span no one had ever said those words to her and she had been around for a …o dear.
A bit of grief slipped onto her face.
"What's wrong Sevet?"
"No one has ever said that to me…I…but...I don't know you are so young…"
"I'm not that young, you couldn't be all that much older then me. So what's a little age difference?"
"Um…well...you see…um…I'm 460"
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