Thursday, January 16, 2014

Farmers are Dicks

"Who is dis?" The dirty woman was in clothing that hadn't been cleaned in, well ever I don't think. Her Hovel had dirt floors more holes than one of my excuses for doing something bad and a roof made out of mud and what smelled like shit, overall the whole atmosphere was unplesant.

"Lorentino the big shit relic guy you sent me to find." The kid had dropped the awe struck voice of youngness he'd used on me at the store and now was using the street urchin annoying shit voice I'd known most of these little miscreants to talk like.

"I told you to sell him the thing, not bring him here."

"He wouldn't buy it until I showed him where we got it." She looked at me with a sigh, her teeth were mostly rotting and I could see at least a few different indications of long term disease. Whatever farming this group of people did it was not paying any bill or taking care of them at all.

"Ma'm this is a dangerous object you and your son could be in danger." I had no idea if it was a dangerous object, I just didn't want these morons with access to it.

"Doesn't look dangerous to me." The lady had the object in her hand and turned it over, I noticed when she did the runes glowed a bit.

"Its glowing."

"Its glowed before its not been a pro..." The object exploded in magical power and the woman and her son were caught up in it. It combined them and not in a funny "oh look at the freak" kind of way. I mean it mixed their bodies together in a mishappen creature that yowled in pain and lurched after me. I burned the thing to death and stabbed it for good measure. I suddenly felt very lucky I had not purchased the weird runed object, but I was no closer to finding out where they had found the damned thing.

Standing there staring at the burned up creature I was thinking about just leaving and hoping things would work out for themselves (because they normally do!) Suddenly a previously unnoticed cellar door opened up and things got really really bad.

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