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Perser and his friends separate; each to their own adventures. Perser must travel to the Southern Expanse and to the Golden City, Chanrelah. his friends independantly also to journey to this fabled city even tho the city has been overrun by the goblins. Perser learns more about his gifted blade and more about magic. Humor is more evident (well, there are several redactors and not all stories can be edited from the same source).
One of the apects of working within the world of Atlantis is I get to discuss many divers and sundry peoples. (See if you can figure out which ones I'm talking about.) I believe ancient peolpes moved around quite abit (& no, I do not favor the dispersal theory for such things as The Deluge, Witches riding broomsticks and dragons/serpents). I stenuously disagree with Robert Ardrary and others that ancient man was violent toward one another until a later date. I talk about this (hopefully interwoven within an entertaining story). The second book of Perser's journey gives some answers - and you learn as he learns - but some questions pop up as well. I hope you enjoy the story and find yourself laughing (at the appropriate times). The r-rating is more for language than sexual situations.
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Garn-Codl, or maybe it was his brother Tarn-Codl, came rushing up to Chal-Caudn. He was beyond excited. In fact, he was terrified.
“What’s the matter? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
“Worse than that. It’s…”
“Ten ghosts then.” Chal-Caudn was rather proud of himself and willing to share good-natured banter with his inferiors.
He had pushed his troops and they had responded to him. He had made up the time to reach the Atlanteans who obviously had reached the Chanthrusians.
There was nowhere else to go. Even Chal-Caudn knew seagulls meant the seashore. Unless they were going to swim to Atlantis the Atlanteans and the Chanthrusians had nowhere left to turn.
He was considering the opening gambit of the negotiations with the Chanthrusians. Hey, the war won’t last forever, right?
With a bemused smile he welcomed this complete fuck-up, or was that his brother? No matter, nothing could spoil this moment. He had followed the tracks, which were incredibly easy to follow, the Atlanteans must have wanted us to follow, south to the bluffs.
Now to see the sight he was hoping for. Atlanteans and Chanthrusians camped out under the bluffs. Probably somewhere near the big river. Fresh water was important wasn’t it?
“Well, my good man. What is it?”
“It’s…it’s…” his voice failed him. Garn-Codl, maybe, just pointed.
Chal-Caudn could not feel the urgency or terror of this whatever -Codl. He stepped over to the edge of the bluffs. It was getting dark but he could see quite well and he was thinking now would be a good time to build big campfires. He really needed a superior meal tonight.
Chal-Caudn looked down to the harbor. He couldn’t believe his eyes. The place was crawling, and I mean crawling with them. How many damn Chanthrusians are there? Well, this is no time for slacking. He would negotiate with as many of the plains tribes he could distinguish.
‘Why were they, and my that’s a lot of ships they have there…since when did the Chanthrusians take to the sea?’
Chal-Caudn clasped his hands behind his back and breathed deeply. This will be talked about for generations. His finest moment.
“Let’s light the campfires.”
“Ah boss…”
“Yes? What is it?” Chal-Caudn still faced the seacoast with his hands clasped behind him rocking back on his heels and forward on his toes.
“I don’t think…”
“I know you don’t think. That’s why I’m a boss and you’re not.”
“But all them down there would see it.”
“Yes, that’s what I’m counting on.”
“I don’t think that’s such a good idea.”
Chal-Caudn sighed. These lessers. To be saddled with inferiors. No wonder the Atlanteans always won and dictated terms to us. “You have a better idea I suppose.”
“Oh yeah.”
“And what pray tell might that be?”
“Let’s wait until it gets dark and retrace our steps and get the fuck away from here.”
Chal-Caudn gasped. He looked at one of the –Codl’s in stark disbelief. “What are you talking about? And give up this incredible opportunity?”
The –Codl nodded. Chal-Caudn looked back, “and why hasn’t the campfires been lit?”
Someone said, “because they’ll see us.”
Chal-Caudn shook his head. He couldn’t believe this was happening. What had happened to his command presence?
“And why don’t you want them to see us?”
“Because they’ll come up here and kill or eat us.”
Chal-Caudn flung his arm out toward the bustling little town, “are you out of your minds? The Chanthrusians aren’t cannibals. And the Atlanteans should welcome us with open arms. We did protect their rear didn’t we?”
“Boss. They’re not Chanthrusians down there.”
“Oh really? Then whom do you think is down there?”
“Goblins.”
“Wha………..t?”
“Goblins you say?”
“Yep. A lot of them.”
“Buuuutt…buuutt…” Chal-Caudn fainted.
One of the Codl’s looked down on the boss. Then he looked at the other Cherf, “we’ll make a stretcher for him and as soon as it gets dark we’re going home.”
Forty very quiet “yeas” were almost heard.
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