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We have to have Benger regain his hand, It fell apart.
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I looked at the bones as they spilled out of Benger's right hand, the bones of his fingers ran red with his blood. The bones came out of where the fingernail was on the finger. Benger looked at his hand as the bones slipped out of their sheath to arrive on the bedspread. Smoke and fire rose from the bones as they emerged, Benger looked in abject terror at his fingers as they became flaps of skin.

He held the wrist of the hand, where they came from. Tears ran down his cheeks.His eyes were squeezed shut, there was a frown on his face as pain tore through him. He was eyeing his hand without any bones in his fingers, the bones came out of where the nail were. He screamed as he held a towel about his right hand," Help me!"

"I need to find a healer. A good healer if he was to repair his hand. I knew of one who was there in the city, and he needed his hand to stay alive. I knew the price would be high," I said, I was concerned about this matter. It was way across town, but Benger needed his hand to work now. That was a certainty.


I walked away from the bed where the amulet rested. I stared at the object I know I hadn’t seen it before, but knew it hadn't been something that Dedraw had been given or something that Bender picked up from the encounter. We had with the lizard noble. One slew and the other eluded capture, and I asked, “ Where did it come from? I knew full where it had come from. Dedraw hadn't had it. Benger and her were the only people in the room before I entered it.”

“Where do you think, I have gotten it from?” he said as he brought his left hand down to try and draw the bones in from where they had come from, but found he was unable to so this. The bones could not fit there. His skin refused to allow the bones to pass through the hole that allowed them to be removed. Pain stole way his consciousness and nearly had him pass out from the pain. Blood ran from the hand in riverlets and streams. He looked away.

“You stole it last night. From the noble's coach didn’t you?” I yelled, I waved my fist about his head, I was angrier, “We have no idea what it is. What magical properties or effects it has? It defies common sense doesn't it to steal it.”.

“I did not steal it. Has anyone reported it stolen? Well did they?” he asked, knowing full well that there was no one left alive from the noble's coach to say this. So, he was safe. Benger did not want to be called a thief. That was what he was. He did this to protect us or so, he believed.

“Well, where did you find it? Let me guess the wagon. You stole it! Benger, You stole it!” I said as I was growing angrier dealing with him, at least it wasn't Dedraw who had been given it. I lifted my fist to cause him to think about it.

I touched the bed, I grew dizzy an image began to appear before my eyes. The room where they were was a small room. It had eight guards, and there were three chairs there. A huge bed, on the walls, were swords and maces hanging on brackets. The walls were green. The bed was huge, having a red-furred bedspread. The chamber had also a bowl with food in it.

The food was alive, the male drew up one of them with his fingers it was mouse holding its tail. Dropped it into its maw. It looked like the lizard nab who ha been killed by the white-skinned noble, I saw a lizard lady dressed in a formal gown with pearls about her neck, she talking to the lizard dressed as a noble, she said, "you must keep the amulet from falling into anyone else's hands other than Cala or you. Do you understand me. No one!"

The lizard lady reached into a wooden box, it had a catch to it to keep it closed. she drew up a coffin-shaped object that was eight inches long, two inches in width, He hands were adorned with rings.

He accepted it in his hands. He picked it up to put it into a leather bag, The lizard woman said,” You have to give this to the man you are to see. It is imperative that he holds and wears it, The object will offer him some protection from who pursues you and his people.”

The man said, “Yes. I will do that. I promise you!”

“Allow no one to touch it, but him!” She warned.

“I will not allow anyone else to touch it,” he said.

“Good,” the woman said. she embraced him and gave him a kiss.

They vanished from view as I stood there looking at the talisman. I shivered as I watched them vanish, I was frightened by what I had seen there. It happened in less than a heartbeat. I looked at Benger as he looked at the smoking, flame covered amulet. The blankets were still smoldering from its heat.

The heat caused me, to draw away from the bed. I was afraid, could not touch the bed, my skin grew pale, my hand was wet with sweat from the heat that was there.

Stevie walked into the room, noticed the smoke and flames that had erupted on the bed, She drew back from the bed, her eyes rested upon the coffin-shaped amulets and asked, “What is happening here?”

“Nothing, really! Did not I purloined it. Didn’t I. Stevie!” Benger said as he refused to look at me.and drive his fist into his palm. His eyes hung on the talisman as it sat smoking on the bed. It glowed white.

Dedraw walked towards Benger stepped into his path to lift his chin with her index finger until his eyes were on hers. Her nail scratched him there as she snarled, “Leave me out of this I want no part in this, Do you understand me Benger? None of it!”

Benger drew back from her, he had never seen her act like this. He was frightened by her actions. Her eyes grew to the size of pinpricks. Her mouth contorted into a heavy set frown, her skin grew pale. The flames illuminated the room.


ted her face, her brow was furrowed. She closed her right hand, there was a red light pouring through the crevises in her hand. The light seemed cold as ice. There was a mist rising from her hand that was closed. A droplet of blood fell from her nail that rested beneath Benger`s chin, It arrived on the bed, a spiral of smoke emerged from the bed where it arrived.

“Fine, you did not steal it?” I said as I looked at Dedraw, she was weeping. The sobs carried her from our discussion to fear. Shaking like a leaf in the wind. Her hand that was red the ball grew larger, it was now large enough to cover her forearm and lower thigh. There was a crackling sound coming from the gall.

“That’s right. I didn’t.” Benger declared tears ran from his eyes, his face had a scowl on it. He tried to reach the amulet was burning hotter now. He pulled his hand away from the object that lay there. The flames began to change its shape, it looked like a hand, where its wrist was where it rested, The hand began to slither and crawl across the bed towards Dedraw. The hand arrived near her right leg, it slipped and slithered up her leg. It was heading toward the red ball.

It arrived there was huge explosion. Dedraw was hurled toward the window, She missed it. She pummeled the wall. Her mouth opened nothing came out, Blood spilled from her nose and mouth. Her left hand was burned severely. The knuckles that looked broken with doubled in size, blood ran from her cuticles of her left hand.


I got a bag to put it into, I used the edge of the dagger to draw it off the bed. Put it into the bag. The object was growing colder, this was I thought a good sign, It weighed quite a bit for such a small object. I knew of a few people who worked with magical items. Just who I should show this, too. I did not know. One was reputable. The other I did not know for sure of how he was trustworthy he was. Benger has seen him on a few occasions. After he would see him count the coins to be on the safe side. She fell to her knees.

I looked at Dedraw she still was scared. I said, “Tell no one of this, We could be in a great deal of trouble. If Cala or count Vic hears of this!” Wagged my forefinger at her head. She drew away from me still crying.

The amulet was no longer smoking or on fire, it was a cool to the touch I held the bag as we left the room. Benger’s eyes rested now on the window where he saw the white-skinned figure and where Dedraw had been thrown there. There was an imprint of her body having struck the wall.. He refused to look at me. He got up and proceeded out of the room.

Dedraw did not want to be involved in this matter. She kissed Benger and left us as we arrived on the street. The sun blazed as it rose into the sky, there was a gentle breeze that blew across the street. Our garments had dried a bit as we walked into the street.
We were worried about what we had to do. Benger was still cried and wailed, Ì did not steal it, I found it. I tell you. Please, help me! Please!"

Stevie said, "We will. We have to get to Shelia! Don't we?"

The street were filled with people going about their business. Having to be careful not to be bumped. Benger was in pain, the wound was not running with blood, but it still hurt. He had to hold the wrist to keep the cloth on his hand. He watched the bag I held that had held his fingers' bones. It dangled from my hand.

We had to go into the bowels of the city. The healer was one that no one went to without a reason. The city"s watch did not like her.

I knew we had to find Shela, she was in the temple. It was where her people presided, they were none drinkers, there were things that they smelled, or smoked or drank that was able to change what you saw or thought you saw. The people there were olive-skinned. There were baskets containing serpent who their owners coaxed to rise and sway to the music they played. The woman danced in partial veils their hips and removing veils from their bodies as they danced, Their bodies swayed with the music like the serpents, there were a few beings who were also serpentine in appearance to awaken the desires of the men in the chamber.

The chamber was white-walled, most people other than those who were the people here avoided the place, the people were afraid of what they were.

The watch kept an eye on this community, they were maybe fearful of them.

The ruler had made it apparent that he did not trust these people. He swore that they worshiped demons or devils. The ruler suspected that they were responsible for the attacks on the roads to the city. It was suggested they controlled the undead beings.

We had entered the place, the people here looked at us with distrust. Our skins were causation, the people here feared anyone who was not olive-skinned. Their eyes lingered on us. They did not look away.

We saw people sitting on couches and chairs other people coming out of baskets and dancing with it. There were others who were now playing charming serpents. There were foods on trays before the people here. It is provided for free. We were looking for a woman who may be able to help us. She wore red veils. on her hips was a belt of symbols that played as she danced. her hair was done up in a headdress. Of metal like a peacocks rear feathers fanning out there.


Malet walked towards us as we entered the place, he stopped before us, Held up his hand to us, the palm pointed at us. He did not wear a smile. He said,"Why are you here?"

I said as I looked at him," We are here to see Shela. Benger needs her aid."

Malet stepped back, he drove his foot down. He exclaimed,"Bring Shela here. After that they will leave us!" he watched me. I smiled.

He asked,"After she is done, you will leave here?"

I nodded and said, " Yes, we will do this."

Melet said, "Good. They understand."

Shela walked towards us when she found that we were there to see her. The people who were there between us and her moved out of the way so she could arrive before us. Her eyes rested upon us. She looked at us, her eyes rested on the arm of Bengers that had been damaged by the amulet's contact with him. He was delirious with pain that filled him. Her brown eyes with long eyelashes and high archers, her cheeks were plump and full. Her lips were thin and delicate. Her hair was black and sleek it was illustrious. Her bosom was full.

Shela asked,"What has happened?"

Stevie said," Benger had touched something that he shouldn't have touched!"

"What has happened to him?"

"His hand is without any fingers in his right hand," I said.

Benger held his hand at his waists height, I showed her the bones from his hand in the bag. She winced. She stepped back from us, looking at it in horror. Her skin's color drained. She put a hand up to her face. Her eyes were huge.

Shela said, "Yes, I will help him."

We took out the flanges for his hand, to rebecome his fingers. The bones were now as white as chalk. She opened his fingers where the nails had covered the finger and pushed the bones back into place. Benger withered and screamed in pain. His screams were deafening.

There was a commotion at the entrance ways. A leader of the watch waked in with an escort of four other soldiers. His eyes danced from place to place trying to figure out where the screams had come from. He saw Benger as he lay on his back, Shela had lifted a bone u to go in through where the nail had been for that hand. The skin drew further away from where the bone had entered the hand.
As the flangs went into each other.

The leader walked towards her, he drew out his sword to impose the will of the ruler on the people here. The people here watched them with disdain, when they saw the sword clear its sheath, they to drew their weapons to protect their people.


The others in the chamber looked at him, some of them withdrew their swords to defend Shela from us. They approached, she looked at them and waved them aside. Benger fell to his knees. Screams poured from him unending. The guards looked at her in horror, They were afraid that the watch may come here to investigate the screams.

No one of their party was supposed to dabble in magic. Their magic the watch considered to be black in form. They did not aid the ruler of the community, the ruler did not trust them. He had slain other members of their community for aiding the denizens of the community. They did not need the eyes of the watch being here.

They were concerned.

Benger passed out from the pain, that tore through him, It took him the majority of the day to awaken from the pain. We had to find out what we could about the amulet that had burned the bedspread and his hand, She brought the next bone to his hand.

A member of the watch walked in, With him were four other members of the watch, they wore surcoats and breastplates, there were heavy swords and tower shields. the guard wore skull caps and a mail hood. He looked about and smiled as he saw Benger laying on t couch. There was a circle of blood ran from his right hand. He walked over to Shela and said,"What are you doing? I see practicing the dark arts."

He nudged Benger's hand. a bone slid out of the hole it had been used to enter. He reached out to grasp her face, Stevie slowly eased her dual handed sword from where it rested, quickly turned, the sword caught the guard under the chin, blood sped from the wound. she created in his throat.

The other four guards drew their weapons to attack the people who have brought the sword to his neck. I spun about kicked the nearest guard in the chest, he fell and toppled another one of them. I pointed the tip of my blade on his throat. I said,"If you so much as move a muscle. Your head will roll away from your body. I trust you will not move. Tell the others to stop or they too will be with you waiting to die. If they move so much as a muscle."

"Hand them over your weapons. If not you will die," Stevie said.

The guards dropped their weapons. They put there heads down to face the ground, They turned about and took a seat at on a couch. They did not move, they stayed where they were seated.

Shela looked at us, her face spoke to us of what they may have lost. She handed us two gold, we pressed them into their hands. The guards froze. "Do you understand what you have been doing? We want you to forget what you have seen here, If you do, we will give you more gold. To keep your mouth shut!"





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Walking out onto the sidewalk, we saw an aged man walk towards us. He was wearing garments that were covered and coated in grime. He headed towards Stevie. She tried to avoid him as he reached her and he brought up his left hand to touch her. She stepped aside from his reach, He fell onto his face. His hand had reached out to grasp her leg. reaching her thigh he slid down it to have his hand fall on her shin and ankle. His hand was wet with something that ran from the boils in his skin. He coughed phlegm spilled out of his mouth to run down the front of his neck and beard. The phlegm was white and milky. His skin was ashen. Blood ran from his mouth in a bubbling mass.

He choked. "Help me. They have come!" I brought down my sword to pry him away from her leg. The fluid that ran from his hand to touch her skin, her leg began to turn a bit pinker than it had been. Stevie recognized his voice, but she did not recognize his appearance here.

Stevie lowered herself to face him, she looked into his bearded face. and said, "I will help you."

We walked into an area where we knew of someone who knows what to with the object Benger found with the body in the bag. It was a place where magic items could be made or found. He was not liked by the authorities, he was not popular with them. He was a very old man, his knowledge of magic was enormous, what he did was not liked by Justeau who was the authority on magic. She wielded a heavy fist.

We headed to the Happy Goblin.

It was a run-down bar, the windows were dark with grime. The tables were not exactly filled, it was busier than usual. The walls were brown, there were candles on the tables. The air had the scent of alcohol, smoke, and sweat filled the air. The place was shrouded in darkness.

There were patrons sitting there idly drinking and talking amongst themselves.TThe patrons turned to face us as we entered the place. They had a look of disbelief on their faces. They looked away from us entering the place. Our clothing was clean, we did not look like the people who were here. We felt we were out of place. The patrons looked at us, they looked like they had been living through hard times. Their hair was ill-kept. They wore leather jackets, and a few wore cloaks. Their eyes darted away from us, as we entered the place.

The waiters were ill at ease with us coming here. There were two waiters who were there, they were carrying drinks for the people in the tavern. The waiters looked at us in disgust. The waiters wore shirts and pants. Their hair was shoulder-length, their skin was grey in color.

One of the waiters looked at us, he looked at the floor to not look at us. He spat on the floor as we approached him. He drew further away from us. We hadn’t been here in a long while, the feeling of distrust was there. The waiter refused to look at us. He looked away from us.

Benger walked towards him, when he backed up Benger began to walk faster when he was. When he reached the waiter. Benger brought us his hand to put his hand on the waiter’s sleeve. The waiter tried to tug himself free from his grasp. Found he could not do this, He looked up at Benger, there were tears in his eyes. The waiter said,” Why are you here?:

"We need to see your father?"

"Go. Do not enter the place. We are afraid of what you will bring here?" the waiter said.

"We need your father’s help. Is why? Atak, what’s wrong?” Benger said as he looked into the waiter’s eyes. The waiter refused to look at him. He was upset. He struggled and fought to be free of Benger’s grasp. He drives his foot into Benger’s foot. Benger lifted his foot after being stepped on, but Benger did not release him.

“It figures. Justeau was here, she was looking for you, Her and her soldiers did not wish to leave us alone. It hurts our business. Justeau told us to not help you. If we do, we may lose our lives and business.” The waiter warned,

Benger did not like to hear this, The people here, needed the bar to be open, Where they could conduct their business without any trouble there from the authorities. He asked, “What can we do to help you?”

“I don’t know what you can do? I think money would be a bit of aid for us. However, I don’t think you have enough to do this. For us?” Atak said and slowly began to look at us.

Drew to up the remainder of coins that Cala gave to us. To see the count. I handed them to him.

He smiled as he accepted the coins, He asked, “What do you wish?”

“To see Balica, your father!”

“I am not sure, he will want to see you!” the waiter said.

The waiter refused to look at him. Benger reached out to touch his shoulder to have him turn around to look at Benger. He shoved his hand off his shoulder. Atak said,” Why are you here? You brought Justeau to us!”

“What are you talking about. Why would Justeau be here?” Benger said confused.

“She claimed, that you are dabbling in things you should not be dabbling with, You have brought it here!” the waiter said.

“Brought what here?” I asked I was stunned, Justeau dabbled in the fields of the arcane, She was responsible for keeping the community safe. What had we done found a coach and tried to aid Artism? To kill or harm what was harming him! The only other thing we did was remove the talisman from the site.

“I don’t know. You should not be here?” he warned.

“I do not want to deal with you or your kind, You have brought Justeas here! She wanted answers. Answers! When we have none,” Atak said as he shot daggers at Benger with his eyes. His had a flat chin, bis nose was a bulbous affair, his eyes narrow and darken.

“Why would Jusreau want to know this?” Benger asked

“She knew, nothing,`I tell you.” the waiter said.

“What did she want to know?” I asked.

"Ìf Artism accepted the contract!” The waiter asked.

“How would you know?” Stevie asked.

"She suspected that someone we know would know this!”

“What have I done? I told no one of you and your people being here. “ Benger said as he looked at Atak. He and his father had been captured and sold as slaves to a man in this city,

Stevie caught the man harming a few people that she cared about, she slipped up to him when he was doing this. She hit him from behind his back. He fell to his knees.

He dropped the whip he was holding. He turned to face her, he reached for his sword. In her hands was a mace and brought it into his face. He screamed as the mace hit him. He dropped the weapon he was holding.

The mace sank beneath the skin, blood rose as if it was a volcano to an island. He swung the dagger at his attacker, The dagger missed her by a centimeter, its guard caught her in the hip. It swung away from her.

The mace shattered his cheek, the mace returned to allow her to use it again, He glared as her, turned about to attack her,

In the time it took for him to do this she brought the mace unto his other cheek. He fell as the mace tore through his flesh. He fell to the ground, in a pool of blood.

She said,” You are free. Go get out of here.”

This man was from that group of people, he trembled, when he stepped into the light of the window made his skin looked pale.


“What do you mean Justeas was here. Why would she come here! What have you done?” Stevie asked, her skin becoming pale. She draws Atak to her breast with her hands on his head.

“She was here. I tell you,” Atak said,

“Where’s your father, I must see him? Now,” Benger said,

“Behind the door where he should be. Justeaus did not wish to see him. She wanted to see me. To warn me about you and what you have done,” Atak said as he walked over to the door, which leads to the kitchen.

“What have you done?” he asked.

The three of them walk into the room, an old man wearing a jacket with a blue belt on his nose rides a set of thick-lensed glasses. He nervously looked into our faces to see us. He was a great deal older than us.He smiled “Why are you are here?”

“It seems that we have acquired a magical object that has some property that we do not understand. I would like you to take a look at it,” I asked as I hand him the bag.

It felt like a fluid, It oozed through my fingers. Then his fingers arrive on something that felt solid and warm. His fingers close on the object. It was oddly shaped there was a chain attached to it. He slowly draws it out of the bag. saw a metal object with an opaque front. When a drop of the fluid falls on it.

The object begins to smoke, there's an image on the front of it, that changes in less than a heartbeat. He can not see what he looking at. The images look like a reptilian face, then an image of a white-skinned being, it has a nearly human face, that quickly changes.

“He stepped back from the object, his hands have the fluid on them. The fluid looked to be beige in color, smoke rising from his hands. He asked, “Where did this come from?”

“A coach we found it on the road.. What's wrong?” I said.

We hear Atak scream,” Ahh! Ahh!” Then there is a sound of breaking wood and glass. The air in the room slowly grew colder the sounds are growing louder and closer.

He quickly turned toward the door that we had come through. He bolts toward the other door, he said in rapid session, “No! You have brought it here. What have you done!”

The door through which we had come swung open, the body of Atak flies into the table where the object lays. He is not moving. There is blood covering him from head to toe. We turn to the doorway, we see the eight-foot-tall white-skinned noble. He sniffs the air.

Benger leaped toward the being, he caught it in the ribs. It was driven back from him.

It looked at him, as it regained its feet. The figure began to grow larger more muscular in form. It laughed. “I thought, I was done with you. My! You are persistent! Aren’t you! Fool!”
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as they spilled out of Benger's right hand, the bones of his fingers ran red with his blood. The bones came out of where the fingernail was on the finger. Benger looked at his hand as the bones slipped out of their sheath to arrive on the bedspread. Smoke and fire rose from the bones as they emerged, Benger looked in abject terror at his fingers as they became flaps of skin.

He held the wrist of the hand, where they came from. Tears ran down his cheeks.His eyes were squeezed shut, there was a frown on his face as pain tore through him. He was eyeing his hand without any bones in his fingers, the bones came out of where the nail were. He screamed as he held a towel about his right hand," Help me!"

"I need to find a healer. A good healer if he was to repair his hand. I knew of one who was there in the city, and he needed his hand to stay alive. I knew the price would be high," I said, I was concerned about this matter. It was way across town, but Benger needed his hand to work now. That was a certainty.


I walked away from the bed where the amulet rested. I stared at the object I know I hadn’t seen it before, but knew it hadn't been something that Dedraw had been given or something that Bender picked up from the encounter. We had with the lizard noble. One slew and the other eluded capture, and I asked, “ Where did it come from? I knew full where it had come from. Dedraw hadn't had it. Benger and her were the only people in the room before I entered it.”

“Where do you think, I have gotten it from?” he said as he brought his left hand down to try and draw the bones in from where they had come from, but found he was unable to so this. The bones could not fit there. His skin refused to allow the bones to pass through the hole that allowed them to be removed. Pain stole way his consciousness and nearly had him pass out from the pain. Blood ran from the hand in riverlets and streams. He looked away.

“You stole it last night. From the noble's coach didn’t you?” I yelled, I waved my fist about his head, I was angrier, “We have no idea what it is. What magical properties or effects it has? It defies common sense doesn't it to steal it.”.

“I did not steal it. Has anyone reported it stolen? Well did they?” he asked, knowing full well that there was no one left alive from the noble's coach to say this. So, he was safe. Benger did not want to be called a thief. That was what he was. He did this to protect us or so, he believed.

“Well, where did you find it? Let me guess the wagon. You stole it! Benger, You stole it!” I said as I was growing angrier dealing with him, at least it wasn't Dedraw who had been given it. I lifted my fist to cause him to think about it.

I touched the bed, I grew dizzy an image began to appear before my eyes. The room where they were was a small room. It had eight guards, and there were three chairs there. A huge bed, on the walls, were swords and maces hanging on brackets. The walls were green. The bed was huge, having a red-furred bedspread. The chamber had also a bowl with food in it.

The food was alive, the male drew up one of them with his fingers it was mouse holding its tail. Dropped it into its maw. It looked like the lizard nab who ha been killed by the white-skinned noble, I saw a lizard lady dressed in a formal gown with pearls about her neck, she talking to the lizard dressed as a noble, she said, "you must keep the amulet from falling into anyone else's hands other than Cala or you. Do you understand me. No one!"

The lizard lady reached into a wooden box, it had a catch to it to keep it closed. she drew up a coffin-shaped object that was eight inches long, two inches in width, He hands were adorned with rings.

He accepted it in his hands. He picked it up to put it into a leather bag, The lizard woman said,” You have to give this to the man you are to see. It is imperative that he holds and wears it, The object will offer him some protection from who pursues you and his people.”

The man said, “Yes. I will do that. I promise you!”

“Allow no one to touch it, but him!” She warned.

“I will not allow anyone else to touch it,” he said.

“Good,” the woman said. she embraced him and gave him a kiss.

They vanished from view as I stood there looking at the talisman. I shivered as I watched them vanish, I was frightened by what I had seen there. It happened in less than a heartbeat. I looked at Benger as he looked at the smoking, flame covered amulet. The blankets were still smoldering from its heat.

The heat caused me, to draw away from the bed. I was afraid, could not touch the bed, my skin grew pale, my hand was wet with sweat from the heat that was there.

Stevie walked into the room, noticed the smoke and flames that had erupted on the bed, She drew back from the bed, her eyes rested upon the coffin-shaped amulets and asked, “What is happening here?”

“Nothing, really! Did not I purloined it. Didn’t I. Stevie!” Benger said as he refused to look at me.and drive his fist into his palm. His eyes hung on the talisman as it sat smoking on the bed. It glowed white.

Dedraw walked towards Benger stepped into his path to lift his chin with her index finger until his eyes were on hers. Her nail scratched him there as she snarled, “Leave me out of this I want no part in this, Do you understand me Benger? None of it!”

Benger drew back from her, he had never seen her act like this. He was frightened by her actions. Her eyes grew to the size of pinpricks. Her mouth contorted into a heavy set frown, her skin grew pale. The flames illuminated the room.


ted her face, her brow was furrowed. She closed her right hand, there was a red light pouring through the crevises in her hand. The light seemed cold as ice. There was a mist rising from her hand that was closed. A droplet of blood fell from her nail that rested beneath Benger`s chin, It arrived on the bed, a spiral of smoke emerged from the bed where it arrived.

“Fine, you did not steal it?” I said as I looked at Dedraw, she was weeping. The sobs carried her from our discussion to fear. Shaking like a leaf in the wind. Her hand that was red the ball grew larger, it was now large enough to cover her forearm and lower thigh. There was a crackling sound coming from the gall.

“That’s right. I didn’t.” Benger declared tears ran from his eyes, his face had a scowl on it. He tried to reach the amulet was burning hotter now. He pulled his hand away from the object that lay there. The flames began to change its shape, it looked like a hand, where its wrist was where it rested, The hand began to slither and crawl across the bed towards Dedraw. The hand arrived near her right leg, it slipped and slithered up her leg. It was heading toward the red ball.

It arrived there was huge explosion. Dedraw was hurled toward the window, She missed it. She pummeled the wall. Her mouth opened nothing came out, Blood spilled from her nose and mouth. Her left hand was burned severely. The knuckles that looked broken with doubled in size, blood ran from her cuticles of her left hand.


I got a bag to put it into, I used the edge of the dagger to draw it off the bed. Put it into the bag. The object was growing colder, this was I thought a good sign, It weighed quite a bit for such a small object. I knew of a few people who worked with magical items. Just who I should show this, too. I did not know. One was reputable. The other I did not know for sure of how he was trustworthy he was. Benger has seen him on a few occasions. After he would see him count the coins to be on the safe side. She fell to her knees.

I looked at Dedraw she still was scared. I said, “Tell no one of this, We could be in a great deal of trouble. If Cala or count Vic hears of this!” Wagged my forefinger at her head. She drew away from me still crying.

The amulet was no longer smoking or on fire, it was a cool to the touch I held the bag as we left the room. Benger’s eyes rested now on the window where he saw the white-skinned figure and where Dedraw had been thrown there. There was an imprint of her body having struck the wall.. He refused to look at me. He got up and proceeded out of the room.

Dedraw did not want to be involved in this matter. She kissed Benger and left us as we arrived on the street. The sun blazed as it rose into the sky, there was a gentle breeze that blew across the street. Our garments had dried a bit as we walked into the street.
We were worried about what we had to do. Benger was still cried and wailed, Ì did not steal it, I found it. I tell you. Please, help me! Please!"

Stevie said, "We will. We have to get to Shelia! Don't we?"

The street were filled with people going about their business. Having to be careful not to be bumped. Benger was in pain, the wound was not running with blood, but it still hurt. He had to hold the wrist to keep the cloth on his hand. He watched the bag I held that had held his fingers' bones. It dangled from my hand.

We had to go into the bowels of the city. The healer was one that no one went to without a reason. The city"s watch did not like her.

I knew we had to find Shela, she was in the temple. It was where her people presided, they were none drinkers, there were things that they smelled, or smoked or drank that was able to change what you saw or thought you saw. The people there were olive-skinned. There were baskets containing serpent who their owners coaxed to rise and sway to the music they played. The woman danced in partial veils their hips and removing veils from their bodies as they danced, Their bodies swayed with the music like the serpents, there were a few beings who were also serpentine in appearance to awaken the desires of the men in the chamber.

The chamber was white-walled, most people other than those who were the people here avoided the place, the people were afraid of what they were.

The watch kept an eye on this community, they were maybe fearful of them.

The ruler had made it apparent that he did not trust these people. He swore that they worshiped demons or devils. The ruler suspected that they were responsible for the attacks on the roads to the city. It was suggested they controlled the undead beings.

We had entered the place, the people here looked at us with distrust. Our skins were causation, the people here feared anyone who was not olive-skinned. Their eyes lingered on us. They did not look away.

We saw people sitting on couches and chairs other people coming out of baskets and dancing with it. There were others who were now playing charming serpents. There were foods on trays before the people here. It is provided for free. We were looking for a woman who may be able to help us. She wore red veils. on her hips was a belt of symbols that played as she danced. her hair was done up in a headdress. Of metal like a peacocks rear feathers fanning out there.


Malet walked towards us as we entered the place, he stopped before us, Held up his hand to us, the palm pointed at us. He did not wear a smile. He said,"Why are you here?"

I said as I looked at him," We are here to see Shela. Benger needs her aid."

Malet stepped back, he drove his foot down. He exclaimed,"Bring Shela here. After that they will leave us!" he watched me. I smiled.

He asked,"After she is done, you will leave here?"

I nodded and said, " Yes, we will do this."

Melet said, "Good. They understand."

Shela walked towards us when she found that we were there to see her. The people who were there between us and her moved out of the way so she could arrive before us. Her eyes rested upon us. She looked at us, her eyes rested on the arm of Bengers that had been damaged by the amulet's contact with him. He was delirious with pain that filled him. Her brown eyes with long eyelashes and high archers, her cheeks were plump and full. Her lips were thin and delicate. Her hair was black and sleek it was illustrious. Her bosom was full.

Shela asked,"What has happened?"

Stevie said," Benger had touched something that he shouldn't have touched!"

"What has happened to him?"

"His hand is without any fingers in his right hand," I said.

Benger held his hand at his waists height, I showed her the bones from his hand in the bag. She winced. She stepped back from us, looking at it in horror. Her skin's color drained. She put a hand up to her face. Her eyes were huge.

Shela said, "Yes, I will help him."

We took out the flanges for his hand, to rebecome his fingers. The bones were now as white as chalk. She opened his fingers where the nails had covered the finger and pushed the bones back into place. Benger withered and screamed in pain. His screams were deafening.

There was a commotion at the entrance ways. A leader of the watch waked in with an escort of four other soldiers. His eyes danced from place to place trying to figure out where the screams had come from. He saw Benger as he lay on his back, Shela had lifted a bone u to go in through where the nail had been for that hand. The skin drew further away from where the bone had entered the hand.
As the flangs went into each other.

The leader walked towards her, he drew out his sword to impose the will of the ruler on the people here. The people here watched them with disdain, when they saw the sword clear its sheath, they to drew their weapons to protect their people.


The others in the chamber looked at him, some of them withdrew their swords to defend Shela from us. They approached, she looked at them and waved them aside. Benger fell to his knees. Screams poured from him unending. The guards looked at her in horror, They were afraid that the watch may come here to investigate the screams.

No one of their party was supposed to dabble in magic. Their magic the watch considered to be black in form. They did not aid the ruler of the community, the ruler did not trust them. He had slain other members of their community for aiding the denizens of the community. They did not need the eyes of the watch being here.

They were concerned.

Benger passed out from the pain, that tore through him, It took him the majority of the day to awaken from the pain. We had to find out what we could about the amulet that had burned the bedspread and his hand, She brought the next bone to his hand.

A member of the watch walked in, With him were four other members of the watch, they wore surcoats and breastplates, there were heavy swords and tower shields. the guard wore skull caps and a mail hood. He looked about and smiled as he saw Benger laying on t couch. There was a circle of blood ran from his right hand. He walked over to Shela and said,"What are you doing? I see practicing the dark arts."

He nudged Benger's hand. a bone slid out of the hole it had been used to enter. He reached out to grasp her face, Stevie slowly eased her dual handed sword from where it rested, quickly turned, the sword caught the guard under the chin, blood sped from the wound. she created in his throat.

The other four guards drew their weapons to attack the people who have brought the sword to his neck. I spun about kicked the nearest guard in the chest, he fell and toppled another one of them. I pointed the tip of my blade on his throat. I said,"If you so much as move a muscle. Your head will roll away from your body. I trust you will not move. Tell the others to stop or they too will be with you waiting to die. If they move so much as a muscle."

"Hand them over your weapons. If not you will die," Stevie said.

The guards dropped their weapons. They put there heads down to face the ground, They turned about and took a seat at on a couch. They did not move, they stayed where they were seated.

Shela looked at us, her face spoke to us of what they may have lost. She handed us two gold, we pressed them into their hands. The guards froze. "Do you understand what you have been doing? We want you to forget what you have seen here, If you do, we will give you more gold. To keep your mouth shut!"





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Walking out onto the sidewalk, we saw an aged man walk towards us. He was wearing garments that were covered and coated in grime. He headed towards Stevie. She tried to avoid him as he reached her and he brought up his left hand to touch her. She stepped aside from his reach, He fell onto his face. His hand had reached out to grasp her leg. reaching her thigh he slid down it to have his hand fall on her shin and ankle. His hand was wet with something that ran from the boils in his skin. He coughed phlegm spilled out of his mouth to run down the front of his neck and beard. The phlegm was white and milky. His skin was ashen. Blood ran from his mouth in a bubbling mass.

He choked. "Help me. They have come!" I brought down my sword to pry him away from her leg. The fluid that ran from his hand to touch her skin, her leg began to turn a bit pinker than it had been. Stevie recognized his voice, but she did not recognize his appearance here.

Stevie lowered herself to face him, she looked into his bearded face. and said, "I will help you."

We walked into an area where we knew of someone who knows what to with the object Benger found with the body in the bag. It was a place where magic items could be made or found. He was not liked by the authorities, he was not popular with them. He was a very old man, his knowledge of magic was enormous, what he did was not liked by Justeau who was the authority on magic. She wielded a heavy fist.

We headed to the Happy Goblin.

It was a run-down bar, the windows were dark with grime. The tables were not exactly filled, it was busier than usual. The walls were brown, there were candles on the tables. The air had the scent of alcohol, smoke, and sweat filled the air. The place was shrouded in darkness.

There were patrons sitting there idly drinking and talking amongst themselves.TThe patrons turned to face us as we entered the place. They had a look of disbelief on their faces. They looked away from us entering the place. Our clothing was clean, we did not look like the people who were here. We felt we were out of place. The patrons looked at us, they looked like they had been living through hard times. Their hair was ill-kept. They wore leather jackets, and a few wore cloaks. Their eyes darted away from us, as we entered the place.

The waiters were ill at ease with us coming here. There were two waiters who were there, they were carrying drinks for the people in the tavern. The waiters looked at us in disgust. The waiters wore shirts and pants. Their hair was shoulder-length, their skin was grey in color.

One of the waiters looked at us, he looked at the floor to not look at us. He spat on the floor as we approached him. He drew further away from us. We hadn’t been here in a long while, the feeling of distrust was there. The waiter refused to look at us. He looked away from us.

Benger walked towards him, when he backed up Benger began to walk faster when he was. When he reached the waiter. Benger brought us his hand to put his hand on the waiter’s sleeve. The waiter tried to tug himself free from his grasp. Found he could not do this, He looked up at Benger, there were tears in his eyes. The waiter said,” Why are you here?:

"We need to see your father?"

"Go. Do not enter the place. We are afraid of what you will bring here?" the waiter said.

"We need your father’s help. Is why? Atak, what’s wrong?” Benger said as he looked into the waiter’s eyes. The waiter refused to look at him. He was upset. He struggled and fought to be free of Benger’s grasp. He drives his foot into Benger’s foot. Benger lifted his foot after being stepped on, but Benger did not release him.

“It figures. Justeau was here, she was looking for you, Her and her soldiers did not wish to leave us alone. It hurts our business. Justeau told us to not help you. If we do, we may lose our lives and business.” The waiter warned,

Benger did not like to hear this, The people here, needed the bar to be open, Where they could conduct their business without any trouble there from the authorities. He asked, “What can we do to help you?”

“I don’t know what you can do? I think money would be a bit of aid for us. However, I don’t think you have enough to do this. For us?” Atak said and slowly began to look at us.

Drew to up the remainder of coins that Cala gave to us. To see the count. I handed them to him.

He smiled as he accepted the coins, He asked, “What do you wish?”

“To see Balica, your father!”

“I am not sure, he will want to see you!” the waiter said.

The waiter refused to look at him. Benger reached out to touch his shoulder to have him turn around to look at Benger. He shoved his hand off his shoulder. Atak said,” Why are you here? You brought Justeau to us!”

“What are you talking about. Why would Justeau be here?” Benger said confused.

“She claimed, that you are dabbling in things you should not be dabbling with, You have brought it here!” the waiter said.

“Brought what here?” I asked I was stunned, Justeau dabbled in the fields of the arcane, She was responsible for keeping the community safe. What had we done found a coach and tried to aid Artism? To kill or harm what was harming him! The only other thing we did was remove the talisman from the site.

“I don’t know. You should not be here?” he warned.

“I do not want to deal with you or your kind, You have brought Justeas here! She wanted answers. Answers! When we have none,” Atak said as he shot daggers at Benger with his eyes. His had a flat chin, bis nose was a bulbous affair, his eyes narrow and darken.

“Why would Jusreau want to know this?” Benger asked

“She knew, nothing,`I tell you.” the waiter said.

“What did she want to know?” I asked.

"Ìf Artism accepted the contract!” The waiter asked.

“How would you know?” Stevie asked.

"She suspected that someone we know would know this!”

“What have I done? I told no one of you and your people being here. “ Benger said as he looked at Atak. He and his father had been captured and sold as slaves to a man in this city,

Stevie caught the man harming a few people that she cared about, she slipped up to him when he was doing this. She hit him from behind his back. He fell to his knees.

He dropped the whip he was holding. He turned to face her, he reached for his sword. In her hands was a mace and brought it into his face. He screamed as the mace hit him. He dropped the weapon he was holding.

The mace sank beneath the skin, blood rose as if it was a volcano to an island. He swung the dagger at his attacker, The dagger missed her by a centimeter, its guard caught her in the hip. It swung away from her.

The mace shattered his cheek, the mace returned to allow her to use it again, He glared as her, turned about to attack her,

In the time it took for him to do this she brought the mace unto his other cheek. He fell as the mace tore through his flesh. He fell to the ground, in a pool of blood.

She said,” You are free. Go get out of here.”

This man was from that group of people, he trembled, when he stepped into the light of the window made his skin looked pale.


“What do you mean Justeas was here. Why would she come here! What have you done?” Stevie asked, her skin becoming pale. She draws Atak to her breast with her hands on his head.

“She was here. I tell you,” Atak said,

“Where’s your father, I must see him? Now,” Benger said,

“Behind the door where he should be. Justeaus did not wish to see him. She wanted to see me. To warn me about you and what you have done,” Atak said as he walked over to the door, which leads to the kitchen.

“What have you done?” he asked.

The three of them walk into the room, an old man wearing a jacket with a blue belt on his nose rides a set of thick-lensed glasses. He nervously looked into our faces to see us. He was a great deal older than us.He smiled “Why are you are here?”

“It seems that we have acquired a magical object that has some property that we do not understand. I would like you to take a look at it,” I asked as I hand him the bag.

It felt like a fluid, It oozed through my fingers. Then his fingers arrive on something that felt solid and warm. His fingers close on the object. It was oddly shaped there was a chain attached to it. He slowly draws it out of the bag. saw a metal object with an opaque front. When a drop of the fluid falls on it.

The object begins to smoke, there's an image on the front of it, that changes in less than a heartbeat. He can not see what he looking at. The images look like a reptilian face, then an image of a white-skinned being, it has a nearly human face, that quickly changes.

“He stepped back from the object, his hands have the fluid on them. The fluid looked to be beige in color, smoke rising from his hands. He asked, “Where did this come from?”

“A coach we found it on the road.. What's wrong?” I said.

We hear Atak scream,” Ahh! Ahh!” Then there is a sound of breaking wood and glass. The air in the room slowly grew colder the sounds are growing louder and closer.

He quickly turned toward the door that we had come through. He bolts toward the other door, he said in rapid session, “No! You have brought it here. What have you done!”

The door through which we had come swung open, the body of Atak flies into the table where the object lays. He is not moving. There is blood covering him from head to toe. We turn to the doorway, we see the eight-foot-tall white-skinned noble. He sniffs the air.

Benger leaped toward the being, he caught it in the ribs. It was driven back from him.

It looked at him, as it regained its feet. The figure began to grow larger more muscular in form. It laughed. “I thought, I was done with you. My! You are persistent! Aren’t you! Fool!”
5

I looked at the bones as they spilled out of Benger's right hand, the bones of his fingers ran red with his blood. The bones came out of where the fingernail was on the finger. Benger looked at his hand as the bones slipped out of their sheath to arrive on the bedspread. Smoke and fire rose from the bones as they emerged, Benger looked in abject terror at his fingers as they became flaps of skin.

He held the wrist of the hand, where they came from. Tears ran down his cheeks.His eyes were squeezed shut, there was a frown on his face as pain tore through him. He was eyeing his hand without any bones in his fingers, the bones came out of where the nail were. He screamed as he held a towel about his right hand," Help me!"

"I need to find a healer. A good healer if he was to repair his hand. I knew of one who was there in the city, and he needed his hand to stay alive. I knew the price would be high," I said, I was concerned about this matter. It was way across town, but Benger needed his hand to work now. That was a certainty.


I walked away from the bed where the amulet rested. I stared at the object I know I hadn’t seen it before, but knew it hadn't been something that Dedraw had been given or something that Bender picked up from the encounter. We had with the lizard noble. One slew and the other eluded capture, and I asked, “ Where did it come from? I knew full where it had come from. Dedraw hadn't had it. Benger and her were the only people in the room before I entered it.”

“Where do you think, I have gotten it from?” he said as he brought his left hand down to try and draw the bones in from where they had come from, but found he was unable to so this. The bones could not fit there. His skin refused to allow the bones to pass through the hole that allowed them to be removed. Pain stole way his consciousness and nearly had him pass out from the pain. Blood ran from the hand in riverlets and streams. He looked away.

“You stole it last night. From the noble's coach didn’t you?” I yelled, I waved my fist about his head, I was angrier, “We have no idea what it is. What magical properties or effects it has? It defies common sense doesn't it to steal it.”.

“I did not steal it. Has anyone reported it stolen? Well did they?” he asked, knowing full well that there was no one left alive from the noble's coach to say this. So, he was safe. Benger did not want to be called a thief. That was what he was. He did this to protect us or so, he believed.

“Well, where did you find it? Let me guess the wagon. You stole it! Benger, You stole it!” I said as I was growing angrier dealing with him, at least it wasn't Dedraw who had been given it. I lifted my fist to cause him to think about it.

I touched the bed, I grew dizzy an image began to appear before my eyes. The room where they were was a small room. It had eight guards, and there were three chairs there. A huge bed, on the walls, were swords and maces hanging on brackets. The walls were green. The bed was huge, having a red-furred bedspread. The chamber had also a bowl with food in it.

The food was alive, the male drew up one of them with his fingers it was mouse holding its tail. Dropped it into its maw. It looked like the lizard nab who ha been killed by the white-skinned noble, I saw a lizard lady dressed in a formal gown with pearls about her neck, she talking to the lizard dressed as a noble, she said, "you must keep the amulet from falling into anyone else's hands other than Cala or you. Do you understand me. No one!"

The lizard lady reached into a wooden box, it had a catch to it to keep it closed. she drew up a coffin-shaped object that was eight inches long, two inches in width, He hands were adorned with rings.

He accepted it in his hands. He picked it up to put it into a leather bag, The lizard woman said,” You have to give this to the man you are to see. It is imperative that he holds and wears it, The object will offer him some protection from who pursues you and his people.”

The man said, “Yes. I will do that. I promise you!”

“Allow no one to touch it, but him!” She warned.

“I will not allow anyone else to touch it,” he said.

“Good,” the woman said. she embraced him and gave him a kiss.

They vanished from view as I stood there looking at the talisman. I shivered as I watched them vanish, I was frightened by what I had seen there. It happened in less than a heartbeat. I looked at Benger as he looked at the smoking, flame covered amulet. The blankets were still smoldering from its heat.

The heat caused me, to draw away from the bed. I was afraid, could not touch the bed, my skin grew pale, my hand was wet with sweat from the heat that was there.

Stevie walked into the room, noticed the smoke and flames that had erupted on the bed, She drew back from the bed, her eyes rested upon the coffin-shaped amulets and asked, “What is happening here?”

“Nothing, really! Did not I purloined it. Didn’t I. Stevie!” Benger said as he refused to look at me.and drive his fist into his palm. His eyes hung on the talisman as it sat smoking on the bed. It glowed white.

Dedraw walked towards Benger stepped into his path to lift his chin with her index finger until his eyes were on hers. Her nail scratched him there as she snarled, “Leave me out of this I want no part in this, Do you understand me Benger? None of it!”

Benger drew back from her, he had never seen her act like this. He was frightened by her actions. Her eyes grew to the size of pinpricks. Her mouth contorted into a heavy set frown, her skin grew pale. The flames illuminated the room.


ted her face, her brow was furrowed. She closed her right hand, there was a red light pouring through the crevises in her hand. The light seemed cold as ice. There was a mist rising from her hand that was closed. A droplet of blood fell from her nail that rested beneath Benger`s chin, It arrived on the bed, a spiral of smoke emerged from the bed where it arrived.

“Fine, you did not steal it?” I said as I looked at Dedraw, she was weeping. The sobs carried her from our discussion to fear. Shaking like a leaf in the wind. Her hand that was red the ball grew larger, it was now large enough to cover her forearm and lower thigh. There was a crackling sound coming from the gall.

“That’s right. I didn’t.” Benger declared tears ran from his eyes, his face had a scowl on it. He tried to reach the amulet was burning hotter now. He pulled his hand away from the object that lay there. The flames began to change its shape, it looked like a hand, where its wrist was where it rested, The hand began to slither and crawl across the bed towards Dedraw. The hand arrived near her right leg, it slipped and slithered up her leg. It was heading toward the red ball.

It arrived there was huge explosion. Dedraw was hurled toward the window, She missed it. She pummeled the wall. Her mouth opened nothing came out, Blood spilled from her nose and mouth. Her left hand was burned severely. The knuckles that looked broken with doubled in size, blood ran from her cuticles of her left hand.


I got a bag to put it into, I used the edge of the dagger to draw it off the bed. Put it into the bag. The object was growing colder, this was I thought a good sign, It weighed quite a bit for such a small object. I knew of a few people who worked with magical items. Just who I should show this, too. I did not know. One was reputable. The other I did not know for sure of how he was trustworthy he was. Benger has seen him on a few occasions. After he would see him count the coins to be on the safe side. She fell to her knees.

I looked at Dedraw she still was scared. I said, “Tell no one of this, We could be in a great deal of trouble. If Cala or count Vic hears of this!” Wagged my forefinger at her head. She drew away from me still crying.

The amulet was no longer smoking or on fire, it was a cool to the touch I held the bag as we left the room. Benger’s eyes rested now on the window where he saw the white-skinned figure and where Dedraw had been thrown there. There was an imprint of her body having struck the wall.. He refused to look at me. He got up and proceeded out of the room.

Dedraw did not want to be involved in this matter. She kissed Benger and left us as we arrived on the street. The sun blazed as it rose into the sky, there was a gentle breeze that blew across the street. Our garments had dried a bit as we walked into the street.
We were worried about what we had to do. Benger was still cried and wailed, Ì did not steal it, I found it. I tell you. Please, help me! Please!"

Stevie said, "We will. We have to get to Shelia! Don't we?"

The street were filled with people going about their business. Having to be careful not to be bumped. Benger was in pain, the wound was not running with blood, but it still hurt. He had to hold the wrist to keep the cloth on his hand. He watched the bag I held that had held his fingers' bones. It dangled from my hand.

We had to go into the bowels of the city. The healer was one that no one went to without a reason. The city"s watch did not like her.

I knew we had to find Shela, she was in the temple. It was where her people presided, they were none drinkers, there were things that they smelled, or smoked or drank that was able to change what you saw or thought you saw. The people there were olive-skinned. There were baskets containing serpent who their owners coaxed to rise and sway to the music they played. The woman danced in partial veils their hips and removing veils from their bodies as they danced, Their bodies swayed with the music like the serpents, there were a few beings who were also serpentine in appearance to awaken the desires of the men in the chamber.

The chamber was white-walled, most people other than those who were the people here avoided the place, the people were afraid of what they were.

The watch kept an eye on this community, they were maybe fearful of them.

The ruler had made it apparent that he did not trust these people. He swore that they worshiped demons or devils. The ruler suspected that they were responsible for the attacks on the roads to the city. It was suggested they controlled the undead beings.

We had entered the place, the people here looked at us with distrust. Our skins were causation, the people here feared anyone who was not olive-skinned. Their eyes lingered on us. They did not look away.

We saw people sitting on couches and chairs other people coming out of baskets and dancing with it. There were others who were now playing charming serpents. There were foods on trays before the people here. It is provided for free. We were looking for a woman who may be able to help us. She wore red veils. on her hips was a belt of symbols that played as she danced. her hair was done up in a headdress. Of metal like a peacocks rear feathers fanning out there.


Malet walked towards us as we entered the place, he stopped before us, Held up his hand to us, the palm pointed at us. He did not wear a smile. He said,"Why are you here?"

I said as I looked at him," We are here to see Shela. Benger needs her aid."

Malet stepped back, he drove his foot down. He exclaimed,"Bring Shela here. After that they will leave us!" he watched me. I smiled.

He asked,"After she is done, you will leave here?"

I nodded and said, " Yes, we will do this."

Melet said, "Good. They understand."

Shela walked towards us when she found that we were there to see her. The people who were there between us and her moved out of the way so she could arrive before us. Her eyes rested upon us. She looked at us, her eyes rested on the arm of Bengers that had been damaged by the amulet's contact with him. He was delirious with pain that filled him. Her brown eyes with long eyelashes and high archers, her cheeks were plump and full. Her lips were thin and delicate. Her hair was black and sleek it was illustrious. Her bosom was full.

Shela asked,"What has happened?"

Stevie said," Benger had touched something that he shouldn't have touched!"

"What has happened to him?"

"His hand is without any fingers in his right hand," I said.

Benger held his hand at his waists height, I showed her the bones from his hand in the bag. She winced. She stepped back from us, looking at it in horror. Her skin's color drained. She put a hand up to her face. Her eyes were huge.

Shela said, "Yes, I will help him."

We took out the flanges for his hand, to rebecome his fingers. The bones were now as white as chalk. She opened his fingers where the nails had covered the finger and pushed the bones back into place. Benger withered and screamed in pain. His screams were deafening.

There was a commotion at the entrance ways. A leader of the watch waked in with an escort of four other soldiers. His eyes danced from place to place trying to figure out where the screams had come from. He saw Benger as he lay on his back, Shela had lifted a bone u to go in through where the nail had been for that hand. The skin drew further away from where the bone had entered the hand.
As the flangs went into each other.

The leader walked towards her, he drew out his sword to impose the will of the ruler on the people here. The people here watched them with disdain, when they saw the sword clear its sheath, they to drew their weapons to protect their people.


The others in the chamber looked at him, some of them withdrew their swords to defend Shela from us. They approached, she looked at them and waved them aside. Benger fell to his knees. Screams poured from him unending. The guards looked at her in horror, They were afraid that the watch may come here to investigate the screams.

No one of their party was supposed to dabble in magic. Their magic the watch considered to be black in form. They did not aid the ruler of the community, the ruler did not trust them. He had slain other members of their community for aiding the denizens of the community. They did not need the eyes of the watch being here.

They were concerned.

Benger passed out from the pain, that tore through him, It took him the majority of the day to awaken from the pain. We had to find out what we could about the amulet that had burned the bedspread and his hand, She brought the next bone to his hand.

A member of the watch walked in, With him were four other members of the watch, they wore surcoats and breastplates, there were heavy swords and tower shields. the guard wore skull caps and a mail hood. He looked about and smiled as he saw Benger laying on t couch. There was a circle of blood ran from his right hand. He walked over to Shela and said,"What are you doing? I see practicing the dark arts."

He nudged Benger's hand. a bone slid out of the hole it had been used to enter. He reached out to grasp her face, Stevie slowly eased her dual handed sword from where it rested, quickly turned, the sword caught the guard under the chin, blood sped from the wound. she created in his throat.

The other four guards drew their weapons to attack the people who have brought the sword to his neck. I spun about kicked the nearest guard in the chest, he fell and toppled another one of them. I pointed the tip of my blade on his throat. I said,"If you so much as move a muscle. Your head will roll away from your body. I trust you will not move. Tell the others to stop or they too will be with you waiting to die. If they move so much as a muscle."

"Hand them over your weapons. If not you will die," Stevie said.

The guards dropped their weapons. They put there heads down to face the ground, They turned about and took a seat at on a couch. They did not move, they stayed where they were seated.

Shela looked at us, her face spoke to us of what they may have lost. She handed us two gold, we pressed them into their hands. The guards froze. "Do you understand what you have been doing? We want you to forget what you have seen here, If you do, we will give you more gold. To keep your mouth shut!"





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Walking out onto the sidewalk, we saw an aged man walk towards us. He was wearing garments that were covered and coated in grime. He headed towards Stevie. She tried to avoid him as he reached her and he brought up his left hand to touch her. She stepped aside from his reach, He fell onto his face. His hand had reached out to grasp her leg. reaching her thigh he slid down it to have his hand fall on her shin and ankle. His hand was wet with something that ran from the boils in his skin. He coughed phlegm spilled out of his mouth to run down the front of his neck and beard. The phlegm was white and milky. His skin was ashen. Blood ran from his mouth in a bubbling mass.

He choked. "Help me. They have come!" I brought down my sword to pry him away from her leg. The fluid that ran from his hand to touch her skin, her leg began to turn a bit pinker than it had been. Stevie recognized his voice, but she did not recognize his appearance here.

Stevie lowered herself to face him, she looked into his bearded face. and said, "I will help you."

We walked into an area where we knew of someone who knows what to with the object Benger found with the body in the bag. It was a place where magic items could be made or found. He was not liked by the authorities, he was not popular with them. He was a very old man, his knowledge of magic was enormous, what he did was not liked by Justeau who was the authority on magic. She wielded a heavy fist.

We headed to the Happy Goblin.

It was a run-down bar, the windows were dark with grime. The tables were not exactly filled, it was busier than usual. The walls were brown, there were candles on the tables. The air had the scent of alcohol, smoke, and sweat filled the air. The place was shrouded in darkness.

There were patrons sitting there idly drinking and talking amongst themselves.TThe patrons turned to face us as we entered the place. They had a look of disbelief on their faces. They looked away from us entering the place. Our clothing was clean, we did not look like the people who were here. We felt we were out of place. The patrons looked at us, they looked like they had been living through hard times. Their hair was ill-kept. They wore leather jackets, and a few wore cloaks. Their eyes darted away from us, as we entered the place.

The waiters were ill at ease with us coming here. There were two waiters who were there, they were carrying drinks for the people in the tavern. The waiters looked at us in disgust. The waiters wore shirts and pants. Their hair was shoulder-length, their skin was grey in color.

One of the waiters looked at us, he looked at the floor to not look at us. He spat on the floor as we approached him. He drew further away from us. We hadn’t been here in a long while, the feeling of distrust was there. The waiter refused to look at us. He looked away from us.

Benger walked towards him, when he backed up Benger began to walk faster when he was. When he reached the waiter. Benger brought us his hand to put his hand on the waiter’s sleeve. The waiter tried to tug himself free from his grasp. Found he could not do this, He looked up at Benger, there were tears in his eyes. The waiter said,” Why are you here?:

"We need to see your father?"

"Go. Do not enter the place. We are afraid of what you will bring here?" the waiter said.

"We need your father’s help. Is why? Atak, what’s wrong?” Benger said as he looked into the waiter’s eyes. The waiter refused to look at him. He was upset. He struggled and fought to be free of Benger’s grasp. He drives his foot into Benger’s foot. Benger lifted his foot after being stepped on, but Benger did not release him.

“It figures. Justeau was here, she was looking for you, Her and her soldiers did not wish to leave us alone. It hurts our business. Justeau told us to not help you. If we do, we may lose our lives and business.” The waiter warned,

Benger did not like to hear this, The people here, needed the bar to be open, Where they could conduct their business without any trouble there from the authorities. He asked, “What can we do to help you?”

“I don’t know what you can do? I think money would be a bit of aid for us. However, I don’t think you have enough to do this. For us?” Atak said and slowly began to look at us.

Drew to up the remainder of coins that Cala gave to us. To see the count. I handed them to him.

He smiled as he accepted the coins, He asked, “What do you wish?”

“To see Balica, your father!”

“I am not sure, he will want to see you!” the waiter said.

The waiter refused to look at him. Benger reached out to touch his shoulder to have him turn around to look at Benger. He shoved his hand off his shoulder. Atak said,” Why are you here? You brought Justeau to us!”

“What are you talking about. Why would Justeau be here?” Benger said confused.

“She claimed, that you are dabbling in things you should not be dabbling with, You have brought it here!” the waiter said.

“Brought what here?” I asked I was stunned, Justeau dabbled in the fields of the arcane, She was responsible for keeping the community safe. What had we done found a coach and tried to aid Artism? To kill or harm what was harming him! The only other thing we did was remove the talisman from the site.

“I don’t know. You should not be here?” he warned.

“I do not want to deal with you or your kind, You have brought Justeas here! She wanted answers. Answers! When we have none,” Atak said as he shot daggers at Benger with his eyes. His had a flat chin, bis nose was a bulbous affair, his eyes narrow and darken.

“Why would Jusreau want to know this?” Benger asked

“She knew, nothing,`I tell you.” the waiter said.

“What did she want to know?” I asked.

"Ìf Artism accepted the contract!” The waiter asked.

“How would you know?” Stevie asked.

"She suspected that someone we know would know this!”

“What have I done? I told no one of you and your people being here. “ Benger said as he looked at Atak. He and his father had been captured and sold as slaves to a man in this city,

Stevie caught the man harming a few people that she cared about, she slipped up to him when he was doing this. She hit him from behind his back. He fell to his knees.

He dropped the whip he was holding. He turned to face her, he reached for his sword. In her hands was a mace and brought it into his face. He screamed as the mace hit him. He dropped the weapon he was holding.

The mace sank beneath the skin, blood rose as if it was a volcano to an island. He swung the dagger at his attacker, The dagger missed her by a centimeter, its guard caught her in the hip. It swung away from her.

The mace shattered his cheek, the mace returned to allow her to use it again, He glared as her, turned about to attack her,

In the time it took for him to do this she brought the mace unto his other cheek. He fell as the mace tore through his flesh. He fell to the ground, in a pool of blood.

She said,” You are free. Go get out of here.”

This man was from that group of people, he trembled, when he stepped into the light of the window made his skin looked pale.


“What do you mean Justeas was here. Why would she come here! What have you done?” Stevie asked, her skin becoming pale. She draws Atak to her breast with her hands on his head.

“She was here. I tell you,” Atak said,

“Where’s your father, I must see him? Now,” Benger said,

“Behind the door where he should be. Justeaus did not wish to see him. She wanted to see me. To warn me about you and what you have done,” Atak said as he walked over to the door, which leads to the kitchen.

“What have you done?” he asked.

The three of them walk into the room, an old man wearing a jacket with a blue belt on his nose rides a set of thick-lensed glasses. He nervously looked into our faces to see us. He was a great deal older than us.He smiled “Why are you are here?”

“It seems that we have acquired a magical object that has some property that we do not understand. I would like you to take a look at it,” I asked as I hand him the bag.

It felt like a fluid, It oozed through my fingers. Then his fingers arrive on something that felt solid and warm. His fingers close on the object. It was oddly shaped there was a chain attached to it. He slowly draws it out of the bag. saw a metal object with an opaque front. When a drop of the fluid falls on it.

The object begins to smoke, there's an image on the front of it, that changes in less than a heartbeat. He can not see what he looking at. The images look like a reptilian face, then an image of a white-skinned being, it has a nearly human face, that quickly changes.

“He stepped back from the object, his hands have the fluid on them. The fluid looked to be beige in color, smoke rising from his hands. He asked, “Where did this come from?”

“A coach we found it on the road.. What's wrong?” I said.

We hear Atak scream,” Ahh! Ahh!” Then there is a sound of breaking wood and glass. The air in the room slowly grew colder the sounds are growing louder and closer.

He quickly turned toward the door that we had come through. He bolts toward the other door, he said in rapid session, “No! You have brought it here. What have you done!”

The door through which we had come swung open, the body of Atak flies into the table where the object lays. He is not moving. There is blood covering him from head to toe. We turn to the doorway, we see the eight-foot-tall white-skinned noble. He sniffs the air.

Benger leaped toward the being, he caught it in the ribs. It was driven back from him.

It looked at him, as it regained its feet. The figure began to grow larger more muscular in form. It laughed. “I thought, I was done with you. My! You are persistent! Aren’t you! Fool!”
5

I looked at the bones as they spilled out of Benger's right hand, the bones of his fingers ran red with his blood. The bones came out of where the fingernail was on the finger. Benger looked at his hand as the bones slipped out of their sheath to arrive on the bedspread. Smoke and fire rose from the bones as they emerged, Benger looked in abject terror at his fingers as they became flaps of skin.

He held the wrist of the hand, where they came from. Tears ran down his cheeks.His eyes were squeezed shut, there was a frown on his face as pain tore through him. He was eyeing his hand without any bones in his fingers, the bones came out of where the nail were. He screamed as he held a towel about his right hand," Help me!"

"I need to find a healer. A good healer if he was to repair his hand. I knew of one who was there in the city, and he needed his hand to stay alive. I knew the price would be high," I said, I was concerned about this matter. It was way across town, but Benger needed his hand to work now. That was a certainty.


I walked away from the bed where the amulet rested. I stared at the object I know I hadn’t seen it before, but knew it hadn't been something that Dedraw had been given or something that Bender picked up from the encounter. We had with the lizard noble. One slew and the other eluded capture, and I asked, “ Where did it come from? I knew full where it had come from. Dedraw hadn't had it. Benger and her were the only people in the room before I entered it.”

“Where do you think, I have gotten it from?” he said as he brought his left hand down to try and draw the bones in from where they had come from, but found he was unable to so this. The bones could not fit there. His skin refused to allow the bones to pass through the hole that allowed them to be removed. Pain stole way his consciousness and nearly had him pass out from the pain. Blood ran from the hand in riverlets and streams. He looked away.

“You stole it last night. From the noble's coach didn’t you?” I yelled, I waved my fist about his head, I was angrier, “We have no idea what it is. What magical properties or effects it has? It defies common sense doesn't it to steal it.”.

“I did not steal it. Has anyone reported it stolen? Well did they?” he asked, knowing full well that there was no one left alive from the noble's coach to say this. So, he was safe. Benger did not want to be called a thief. That was what he was. He did this to protect us or so, he believed.

“Well, where did you find it? Let me guess the wagon. You stole it! Benger, You stole it!” I said as I was growing angrier dealing with him, at least it wasn't Dedraw who had been given it. I lifted my fist to cause him to think about it.

I touched the bed, I grew dizzy an image began to appear before my eyes. The room where they were was a small room. It had eight guards, and there were three chairs there. A huge bed, on the walls, were swords and maces hanging on brackets. The walls were green. The bed was huge, having a red-furred bedspread. The chamber had also a bowl with food in it.

The food was alive, the male drew up one of them with his fingers it was mouse holding its tail. Dropped it into its maw. It looked like the lizard nab who ha been killed by the white-skinned noble, I saw a lizard lady dressed in a formal gown with pearls about her neck, she talking to the lizard dressed as a noble, she said, "you must keep the amulet from falling into anyone else's hands other than Cala or you. Do you understand me. No one!"

The lizard lady reached into a wooden box, it had a catch to it to keep it closed. she drew up a coffin-shaped object that was eight inches long, two inches in width, He hands were adorned with rings.

He accepted it in his hands. He picked it up to put it into a leather bag, The lizard woman said,” You have to give this to the man you are to see. It is imperative that he holds and wears it, The object will offer him some protection from who pursues you and his people.”

The man said, “Yes. I will do that. I promise you!”

“Allow no one to touch it, but him!” She warned.

“I will not allow anyone else to touch it,” he said.

“Good,” the woman said. she embraced him and gave him a kiss.

They vanished from view as I stood there looking at the talisman. I shivered as I watched them vanish, I was frightened by what I had seen there. It happened in less than a heartbeat. I looked at Benger as he looked at the smoking, flame covered amulet. The blankets were still smoldering from its heat.

The heat caused me, to draw away from the bed. I was afraid, could not touch the bed, my skin grew pale, my hand was wet with sweat from the heat that was there.

Stevie walked into the room, noticed the smoke and flames that had erupted on the bed, She drew back from the bed, her eyes rested upon the coffin-shaped amulets and asked, “What is happening here?”

“Nothing, really! Did not I purloined it. Didn’t I. Stevie!” Benger said as he refused to look at me.and drive his fist into his palm. His eyes hung on the talisman as it sat smoking on the bed. It glowed white.

Dedraw walked towards Benger stepped into his path to lift his chin with her index finger until his eyes were on hers. Her nail scratched him there as she snarled, “Leave me out of this I want no part in this, Do you understand me Benger? None of it!”

Benger drew back from her, he had never seen her act like this. He was frightened by her actions. Her eyes grew to the size of pinpricks. Her mouth contorted into a heavy set frown, her skin grew pale. The flames illuminated the room.


ted her face, her brow was furrowed. She closed her right hand, there was a red light pouring through the crevises in her hand. The light seemed cold as ice. There was a mist rising from her hand that was closed. A droplet of blood fell from her nail that rested beneath Benger`s chin, It arrived on the bed, a spiral of smoke emerged from the bed where it arrived.

“Fine, you did not steal it?” I said as I looked at Dedraw, she was weeping. The sobs carried her from our discussion to fear. Shaking like a leaf in the wind. Her hand that was red the ball grew larger, it was now large enough to cover her forearm and lower thigh. There was a crackling sound coming from the gall.

“That’s right. I didn’t.” Benger declared tears ran from his eyes, his face had a scowl on it. He tried to reach the amulet was burning hotter now. He pulled his hand away from the object that lay there. The flames began to change its shape, it looked like a hand, where its wrist was where it rested, The hand began to slither and crawl across the bed towards Dedraw. The hand arrived near her right leg, it slipped and slithered up her leg. It was heading toward the red ball.

It arrived there was huge explosion. Dedraw was hurled toward the window, She missed it. She pummeled the wall. Her mouth opened nothing came out, Blood spilled from her nose and mouth. Her left hand was burned severely. The knuckles that looked broken with doubled in size, blood ran from her cuticles of her left hand.


I got a bag to put it into, I used the edge of the dagger to draw it off the bed. Put it into the bag. The object was growing colder, this was I thought a good sign, It weighed quite a bit for such a small object. I knew of a few people who worked with magical items. Just who I should show this, too. I did not know. One was reputable. The other I did not know for sure of how he was trustworthy he was. Benger has seen him on a few occasions. After he would see him count the coins to be on the safe side. She fell to her knees.

I looked at Dedraw she still was scared. I said, “Tell no one of this, We could be in a great deal of trouble. If Cala or count Vic hears of this!” Wagged my forefinger at her head. She drew away from me still crying.

The amulet was no longer smoking or on fire, it was a cool to the touch I held the bag as we left the room. Benger’s eyes rested now on the window where he saw the white-skinned figure and where Dedraw had been thrown there. There was an imprint of her body having struck the wall.. He refused to look at me. He got up and proceeded out of the room.

Dedraw did not want to be involved in this matter. She kissed Benger and left us as we arrived on the street. The sun blazed as it rose into the sky, there was a gentle breeze that blew across the street. Our garments had dried a bit as we walked into the street.
We were worried about what we had to do. Benger was still cried and wailed, Ì did not steal it, I found it. I tell you. Please, help me! Please!"

Stevie said, "We will. We have to get to Shelia! Don't we?"

The street were filled with people going about their business. Having to be careful not to be bumped. Benger was in pain, the wound was not running with blood, but it still hurt. He had to hold the wrist to keep the cloth on his hand. He watched the bag I held that had held his fingers' bones. It dangled from my hand.

We had to go into the bowels of the city. The healer was one that no one went to without a reason. The city"s watch did not like her.

I knew we had to find Shela, she was in the temple. It was where her people presided, they were none drinkers, there were things that they smelled, or smoked or drank that was able to change what you saw or thought you saw. The people there were olive-skinned. There were baskets containing serpent who their owners coaxed to rise and sway to the music they played. The woman danced in partial veils their hips and removing veils from their bodies as they danced, Their bodies swayed with the music like the serpents, there were a few beings who were also serpentine in appearance to awaken the desires of the men in the chamber.

The chamber was white-walled, most people other than those who were the people here avoided the place, the people were afraid of what they were.

The watch kept an eye on this community, they were maybe fearful of them.

The ruler had made it apparent that he did not trust these people. He swore that they worshiped demons or devils. The ruler suspected that they were responsible for the attacks on the roads to the city. It was suggested they controlled the undead beings.

We had entered the place, the people here looked at us with distrust. Our skins were causation, the people here feared anyone who was not olive-skinned. Their eyes lingered on us. They did not look away.

We saw people sitting on couches and chairs other people coming out of baskets and dancing with it. There were others who were now playing charming serpents. There were foods on trays before the people here. It is provided for free. We were looking for a woman who may be able to help us. She wore red veils. on her hips was a belt of symbols that played as she danced. her hair was done up in a headdress. Of metal like a peacocks rear feathers fanning out there.


Malet walked towards us as we entered the place, he stopped before us, Held up his hand to us, the palm pointed at us. He did not wear a smile. He said,"Why are you here?"

I said as I looked at him," We are here to see Shela. Benger needs her aid."

Malet stepped back, he drove his foot down. He exclaimed,"Bring Shela here. After that they will leave us!" he watched me. I smiled.

He asked,"After she is done, you will leave here?"

I nodded and said, " Yes, we will do this."

Melet said, "Good. They understand."

Shela walked towards us when she found that we were there to see her. The people who were there between us and her moved out of the way so she could arrive before us. Her eyes rested upon us. She looked at us, her eyes rested on the arm of Bengers that had been damaged by the amulet's contact with him. He was delirious with pain that filled him. Her brown eyes with long eyelashes and high archers, her cheeks were plump and full. Her lips were thin and delicate. Her hair was black and sleek it was illustrious. Her bosom was full.

Shela asked,"What has happened?"

Stevie said," Benger had touched something that he shouldn't have touched!"

"What has happened to him?"

"His hand is without any fingers in his right hand," I said.

Benger held his hand at his waists height, I showed her the bones from his hand in the bag. She winced. She stepped back from us, looking at it in horror. Her skin's color drained. She put a hand up to her face. Her eyes were huge.

Shela said, "Yes, I will help him."

We took out the flanges for his hand, to rebecome his fingers. The bones were now as white as chalk. She opened his fingers where the nails had covered the finger and pushed the bones back into place. Benger withered and screamed in pain. His screams were deafening.

There was a commotion at the entrance ways. A leader of the watch waked in with an escort of four other soldiers. His eyes danced from place to place trying to figure out where the screams had come from. He saw Benger as he lay on his back, Shela had lifted a bone u to go in through where the nail had been for that hand. The skin drew further away from where the bone had entered the hand.
As the flangs went into each other.

The leader walked towards her, he drew out his sword to impose the will of the ruler on the people here. The people here watched them with disdain, when they saw the sword clear its sheath, they to drew their weapons to protect their people.


The others in the chamber looked at him, some of them withdrew their swords to defend Shela from us. They approached, she looked at them and waved them aside. Benger fell to his knees. Screams poured from him unending. The guards looked at her in horror, They were afraid that the watch may come here to investigate the screams.

No one of their party was supposed to dabble in magic. Their magic the watch considered to be black in form. They did not aid the ruler of the community, the ruler did not trust them. He had slain other members of their community for aiding the denizens of the community. They did not need the eyes of the watch being here.

They were concerned.

Benger passed out from the pain, that tore through him, It took him the majority of the day to awaken from the pain. We had to find out what we could about the amulet that had burned the bedspread and his hand, She brought the next bone to his hand.

A member of the watch walked in, With him were four other members of the watch, they wore surcoats and breastplates, there were heavy swords and tower shields. the guard wore skull caps and a mail hood. He looked about and smiled as he saw Benger laying on t couch. There was a circle of blood ran from his right hand. He walked over to Shela and said,"What are you doing? I see practicing the dark arts."

He nudged Benger's hand. a bone slid out of the hole it had been used to enter. He reached out to grasp her face, Stevie slowly eased her dual handed sword from where it rested, quickly turned, the sword caught the guard under the chin, blood sped from the wound. she created in his throat.

The other four guards drew their weapons to attack the people who have brought the sword to his neck. I spun about kicked the nearest guard in the chest, he fell and toppled another one of them. I pointed the tip of my blade on his throat. I said,"If you so much as move a muscle. Your head will roll away from your body. I trust you will not move. Tell the others to stop or they too will be with you waiting to die. If they move so much as a muscle."

"Hand them over your weapons. If not you will die," Stevie said.

The guards dropped their weapons. They put there heads down to face the ground, They turned about and took a seat at on a couch. They did not move, they stayed where they were seated.

Shela looked at us, her face spoke to us of what they may have lost. She handed us two gold, we pressed them into their hands. The guards froze. "Do you understand what you have been doing? We want you to forget what you have seen here, If you do, we will give you more gold. To keep your mouth shut!"





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Walking out onto the sidewalk, we saw an aged man walk towards us. He was wearing garments that were covered and coated in grime. He headed towards Stevie. She tried to avoid him as he reached her and he brought up his left hand to touch her. She stepped aside from his reach, He fell onto his face. His hand had reached out to grasp her leg. reaching her thigh he slid down it to have his hand fall on her shin and ankle. His hand was wet with something that ran from the boils in his skin. He coughed phlegm spilled out of his mouth to run down the front of his neck and beard. The phlegm was white and milky. His skin was ashen. Blood ran from his mouth in a bubbling mass.

He choked. "Help me. They have come!" I brought down my sword to pry him away from her leg. The fluid that ran from his hand to touch her skin, her leg began to turn a bit pinker than it had been. Stevie recognized his voice, but she did not recognize his appearance here.

Stevie lowered herself to face him, she looked into his bearded face. and said, "I will help you."

We walked into an area where we knew of someone who knows what to with the object Benger found with the body in the bag. It was a place where magic items could be made or found. He was not liked by the authorities, he was not popular with them. He was a very old man, his knowledge of magic was enormous, what he did was not liked by Justeau who was the authority on magic. She wielded a heavy fist.

We headed to the Happy Goblin.

It was a run-down bar, the windows were dark with grime. The tables were not exactly filled, it was busier than usual. The walls were brown, there were candles on the tables. The air had the scent of alcohol, smoke, and sweat filled the air. The place was shrouded in darkness.

There were patrons sitting there idly drinking and talking amongst themselves.TThe patrons turned to face us as we entered the place. They had a look of disbelief on their faces. They looked away from us entering the place. Our clothing was clean, we did not look like the people who were here. We felt we were out of place. The patrons looked at us, they looked like they had been living through hard times. Their hair was ill-kept. They wore leather jackets, and a few wore cloaks. Their eyes darted away from us, as we entered the place.

The waiters were ill at ease with us coming here. There were two waiters who were there, they were carrying drinks for the people in the tavern. The waiters looked at us in disgust. The waiters wore shirts and pants. Their hair was shoulder-length, their skin was grey in color.

One of the waiters looked at us, he looked at the floor to not look at us. He spat on the floor as we approached him. He drew further away from us. We hadn’t been here in a long while, the feeling of distrust was there. The waiter refused to look at us. He looked away from us.

Benger walked towards him, when he backed up Benger began to walk faster when he was. When he reached the waiter. Benger brought us his hand to put his hand on the waiter’s sleeve. The waiter tried to tug himself free from his grasp. Found he could not do this, He looked up at Benger, there were tears in his eyes. The waiter said,” Why are you here?:

"We need to see your father?"

"Go. Do not enter the place. We are afraid of what you will bring here?" the waiter said.

"We need your father’s help. Is why? Atak, what’s wrong?” Benger said as he looked into the waiter’s eyes. The waiter refused to look at him. He was upset. He struggled and fought to be free of Benger’s grasp. He drives his foot into Benger’s foot. Benger lifted his foot after being stepped on, but Benger did not release him.

“It figures. Justeau was here, she was looking for you, Her and her soldiers did not wish to leave us alone. It hurts our business. Justeau told us to not help you. If we do, we may lose our lives and business.” The waiter warned,

Benger did not like to hear this, The people here, needed the bar to be open, Where they could conduct their business without any trouble there from the authorities. He asked, “What can we do to help you?”

“I don’t know what you can do? I think money would be a bit of aid for us. However, I don’t think you have enough to do this. For us?” Atak said and slowly began to look at us.

Drew to up the remainder of coins that Cala gave to us. To see the count. I handed them to him.

He smiled as he accepted the coins, He asked, “What do you wish?”

“To see Balica, your father!”

“I am not sure, he will want to see you!” the waiter said.

The waiter refused to look at him. Benger reached out to touch his shoulder to have him turn around to look at Benger. He shoved his hand off his shoulder. Atak said,” Why are you here? You brought Justeau to us!”

“What are you talking about. Why would Justeau be here?” Benger said confused.

“She claimed, that you are dabbling in things you should not be dabbling with, You have brought it here!” the waiter said.

“Brought what here?” I asked I was stunned, Justeau dabbled in the fields of the arcane, She was responsible for keeping the community safe. What had we done found a coach and tried to aid Artism? To kill or harm what was harming him! The only other thing we did was remove the talisman from the site.

“I don’t know. You should not be here?” he warned.

“I do not want to deal with you or your kind, You have brought Justeas here! She wanted answers. Answers! When we have none,” Atak said as he shot daggers at Benger with his eyes. His had a flat chin, bis nose was a bulbous affair, his eyes narrow and darken.

“Why would Jusreas want to know this?” Benger asked

“She knew, nothing,`I tell you.” the waiter said.

“What did she want to know?” I asked.

"Ìf Artism accepted the contract!” The waiter asked.

“How would you know?” Stevie asked.

"She suspected that someone we know would know this!”

“What have I done? I told no one of you and your people being here. “ Benger said as he looked at Atak. He and his father had been captured and sold as slaves to a man in this city,

Stevie caught the man harming a few people that she cared about, she slipped up to him when he was doing this. She hit him from behind his back. He fell to his knees.

He dropped the whip he was holding. He turned to face her, he reached for his sword. In her hands was a mace and brought it into his face. He screamed as the mace hit him. He dropped the weapon he was holding.

The mace sank beneath the skin, blood rose as if it was a volcano to an island. He swung the dagger at his attacker, The dagger missed her by a centimeter, its guard caught her in the hip. It swung away from her.

The mace shattered his cheek, the mace returned to allow her to use it again, He glared as her, turned about to attack her,

In the time it took for him to do this she brought the mace unto his other cheek. He fell as the mace tore through his flesh. He fell to the ground, in a pool of blood.

She said,” You are free. Go get out of here.”

This man was from that group of people, he trembled, when he stepped into the light of the window made his skin looked pale.


“What do you mean Justeas was here. Why would she come here! What have you done?” Stevie asked, her skin becoming pale. She draws Atak to her breast with her hands on his head.

“She was here. I tell you,” Atak said,

“Where’s your father, I must see him? Now,” Benger said,

“Behind the door where he should be. Justeas did not wish to see him. She wanted to see me. To warn me about you and what you have done,” Atak said as he walked over to the door, which leads to the kitchen.

“What have you done?” he asked.

The three of them walk into the room, an old man wearing a jacket with a blue belt on his nose rides a set of thick-lensed glasses. He nervously looked into our faces to see us. He was a great deal older than us.He smiled “Why are you are here?”

“It seems that we have acquired a magical object that has some property that we do not understand. I would like you to take a look at it,” I asked as I hand him the bag.

It felt like a fluid, It oozed through my fingers. Then his fingers arrive on something that felt solid and warm. His fingers close on the object. It was oddly shaped there was a chain attached to it. He slowly draws it out of the bag. saw a metal object with an opaque front. When a drop of the fluid falls on it.

The object begins to smoke, there's an image on the front of it, that changes in less than a heartbeat. He can not see what he looking at. The images look like a reptilian face, then an image of a white-skinned being, it has a nearly human face that quickly changes.

“He stepped back from the object, his hands have the fluid on them. The fluid looked to be beige in color, smoke rising from his hands. He asked, “Where did this come from?”

“A coach we found it on the road.. What's wrong?” I said.

We hear Atak scream,” Ahh! Ahh!” Then there is a sound of breaking wood and glass. The air in the room slowly grew colder the sounds are growing louder and closer.

He quickly turned toward the door that we had come through. He bolts toward the other door, he said in rapid session, “No! You have brought it here. What have you done!”

The door through which we had come swung open, the body of Atak flies into the table where the object lays. He is not moving. There is blood covering him from head to toe. We turn to the doorway, we see the eight-foot-tall white-skinned noble. He sniffs the air.

Benger leaped toward the being, he caught it in the ribs. It was driven back from him.

It looked at him, as it regained its feet. The figure began to grow larger more muscular in form. It laughed. “I thought, I was done with you. My! You are persistent! Aren’t you! Fool!”


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