Hell Hath No Fury.. Part 4
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Title: Hell hath no fury.. Part 4
Author: Shahrressa
Shakti plopped a wide brimmed scarlet hat atop her head, just as another door opened onto the room. Two orcs stepped through, their palid skin going ghostly white as they saw empty chair before them. Shakti whirled at once to face them, a wide grin on her face. Moon was glad her vengence wasn't meant for him.
While gathering his things, Wolf looked at his dead horse and sighed, "That was a good one." Back up the stairs, they hadn't gone more than a few steps when the found the body of Warlord. He lay in the middle of large scorched circle of roasted vermin. A massive explosion was to be his final strike, yet the warrior still breathed. The three quickly revived him and after Shah gave him some water to sooth his parched throat, "Lylith," he croaked out. "She's down the east passage."
They ran down the east passage as quickly as they could. Combining their magics, Civ and Warlord soon had Lyleth breathing again. As Warlord picked Lylith up and craddled her to his chest, Wolf asked, "Take her back to the guildhouse, please?" Warlord nodded, and with a twist of his wrist they diappeared in a puff of smoke. And just in time, too. From behind where Warlord was standing came another horde of scorpians.
Wolf, Civ, and Shah ran back down the passage and this time turned north at the crossroads. A flash of red caught their eye- something or someone was running down the hall ahead of them.
From a doorway to their right, Moonknight ran out into them. "I freed her, she's after them!" He cried. "Get out of here, there are more coming!" And he ran up the hallway after her.
Wolf yelled to him, "Where are the others?" "Streath and Morph are already back at the guildhall," Moon shouted over his shoulder. "Gate out!" A flash of blue lightning appeared beside them. Warlord stepped forth the gate and yelled, "Quick, it's to the guildhouse!" Noticing a pack of howling orcs coming up the passage, he waited until Wolf, Civ and Shah were safely through then dispelled the gate, lest the orcs try to follow. But they ran past him down the hall with gristled cries of, "Get'er! Get da red lady fur Grishnak!" Knowing they were after Shakti, he urged his horse after them down the north passage. Just ahead of them he could see a red hat bobing up and down, and without pause set the orcs afire. Galloping through the flames, he reached down as he passing, and scooped Shakti up onto the horse behind him. "Fancy meeting you here, sister." he said to her over his shoulder. She glanced back behind her and saw a pack of howling orcs shaking their fists at them in frustration, just before the two of them disappeared in a puff of blue smoke.
Moonkinght, seeing them go wheeled down a sid passage. In the dim light he saw glowing eyes ahead and heard a hiss. Not wanting to find out what lay beyond his sight, "Kal Ort Por," he whispered and was gone.
Shakti relaxed in a hot tub back at the guildhouse. Her tawny hair coiled atop her head she leaned back. The stone behind her neck cool and refreshing. A cold drink in hand, she was relishing the attention her friends were giving her.
"Tell us again what you did to Grishnak, Shakti." Shahrressa giggled as she continued to file Shakti's nails back to there proper shape. Lylith was relaxing with them and her ears perked up. "Oh do tell, I haven't heard that tale yet!" The raven haired waress was curious to know what had happened.
Shakti's mouth quirked with humor. "Ah well, "She chuckled. "Those fools gave me a heavy knock on the head, or they'd have never gotten me that deep in the dungeon. I came to just as they were bringing me before Grishnak." She took a sip of her drink, enjoying every drop. "So he says something really intelligent, something like, ""Now yu womahn, yu gunna be Grishnak's womahn and make many babiez." Shakti stuck her jaw out and used a deep gravely voice to make fun of the head orc.
Shahrressa was beside herself with laughter at shakti making fun of the orc. Shakti continued, " I said to him, 'Oh Grishnak.. Never in all my days have I seen a sexier male! Come here and let me give you a big'ol kiss!" she explodded into peels of giggles. Lylith was shocked, "You didn't!?" she grinned, while Shahrressa giggled with Shakti. "I did." Shakti sipped more of her drink.
"And he says, ""Now dat mur like it"" and makes like he's going to kiss me. So..... I grabbed hold of his crotch, and told him those three little words that men just love to here." She paused dramatically, her smile turning into a chuckle.
"I love you?" Lylith ventured a guess. "No," Shakti said mischeiviously. "Vas Ort Flam!"
It took Lylith a moment to realize that Shakti had said the spell for an instant explosion of fire. She started at Shakti a moment, then the three women burst out laughing. "I wish I could have seen Grish hopping around with his pants on fire." Shahrressa said while wiping a tear from her eye.
Shakti smiled thoughtfully, "I think he liked it." She continued, "So they hit me again. Oh, how I tired of those knocks, Ugh... when I finally shook the fuzziness out of my head. Moon was behind me cutting my bonds. And the rest, my good sisters," she concluded, raising her glass high, "is history."
The Three Friends all raised their glasses high and clinked them together, then said as one, "To the Urban Knights!" and they drank deeply.
The original story was told to me by shahrressa, and I was so taken by the tale that as soon as I was able, after hearing it put pen to paper to record it for posterity.
Any portion of this tale that may have been altered or left out is due soley I'm certain, to my poor memory, and has nothing to do with the original teller, Shahrressa. That said, I hope you've enjoyed reading these books as much as I've enjoyed writing them.
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