Tuesday, August 27, 2013

Tales from Skullport 3

Matron Grazia Drodeen regarded the lines of brutish slaves with tempered excitement. Brought for her and her sister's inspection they were savage, horned and scaled hulks of ferocity and endless appetites. Lizard-like they stood on two legs, were twice as tall as Grazia, and outweighed her by over a thousand pounds- and although they were blind as many deep realm beasts are- they all shivered and cowed at the stunningly beautiful and powerful Matron.

Walking in a staggered gait was Grazia’s half-sister Tysiln San who was stunningly ugly and vile. Her hair was not the silken silver locks of Grazia but white kinky tangles that refused to be tamed. Tysiln San’ features were thin, flat chested, and pulled tight exposing joints and ugly knuckles under dry black skin. Grazia by contrast, was shapely with brown supple skin as well as other alluring qualities. Both wore amulets identifying themselves as clerics and together they marveled at the powerful brutes.

Frosty breath issued from each creature chocking the grounds with an unpleasant odor while in the distance sounds of Skullport wafted over the waters. 

“Implement three shifts of five with the remaining troglodytes serving as portal guards.” Izz’terl Drodeen said
with practiced authority.  High Sorcerer Izz’terl gained his considerable power not through his lineage but his cunning tactics and his ruthless demand for respect. No one, not even the sisters Drodeen dared challenge his authority regarding security of their island and the portal.

Moments later the three siblings were on a high balcony watching the new guards below.

“A fine trade would you not agree sister?” Tysiln San said in her usual witch-like voice, a shrill sound worthy of cracking glass.

“Yes.” Grazia said simply not wanting to be led into whatever game her rueful sister wanted to play.

Tysiln San looked abashed, even insulted. She looked ready to speak when Izz’terl interrupted their tiresome bickering. He longed for the end of the Time of Troubles and the magic to become stable again. 

“More than you know.” He pointed down to where two slaves had already found something to kill and eat. “Look there, see… these are troglodytes have been touched by Auril herself and therefore possess an array of cold and ice abilities and defenses that will add to their usefulness.”  

“How many merfolk were traded for them?” Grazia asked- it was the only thing that mattered.


“One for every two you see down there Matron Mother. Auril was keen to parlay.” Izz’terl replied leaving out the intimate physical details of his and the Frostmaiden’s carnal affair. 

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