Ragnarok The Last Adler, Book 4: Going home-Part8The rest of the day, they continued their journey in an uncomfortable silence. Thorfin made no attempts to patch things up with Falco, as he clearly considered that to be a waste of time, and Falco was in such a foul mood, he wanted nothing to do with any of the dwarfs. Not even Narvi, who did make a cautious attempt at talking to him. But the dwarf only received some incoherent grunts as reply, if he received a reply at all, so he gave up after a while.
Miranda gave him some room, making sure he knew she was there if he needed her, but without being obtrusive. So far, he had shown no sign he did.
About half way the afternoon, the path they were following crossed a real, paved road. But it was not like any road Falco or even Miranda had ever travelled on before. It was paved with black, polished stones, that were almost too hot for Falco to walk on on his bare feet. Every one hundred meters a pair of monoliths or huge statues flanked the sinister road. The monoliths were either bare or
Survival 11“Those orc boys, they chased me down the street, but then, when I turned a corner, Archon was suddenly there and he pushed me in a dark corner and said not to move and not make a sound. And he ran down the alley and waited just long enough so the orc boys would see him. And then, they chased him, because to orcs, we all look alike, even though Archon is bigger than I am. But they followed him anyway and they didn’t see me. I was scared because I thought they would hurt him, but when I got back at the den, Archon was there as well. He had beaten all those orcs!”Survival 116 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was almost a month after Orlov had taken over. The roof was repaired and the kids of the rat pack had all moved from the basement to the storage room on the first floor. The kids were all sitting on their straw matrasses. It was hot inside, but the barred windows were open and allowed the cool night air in. Joey was standing in the middle of the room, gesticulating and telling his story.
Survival 12Pumori cautiously, but still with an air of confidence, walked through the army camp. Orcs, Goblins and Ozcura were scurrying al around her, going about their business, training, resting, patrolling and sharpening weapons. She ignored them, although at the same time, she also kept a keen eye on them. You never knew with orcs, even when you were summoned by the warlord himself and escorted by a couple of his Black Orcs. She glanced for a moment at the werewolf who was walking by her side. Claw was in his wolf man form, his sword hanging on his back. She wouldn’t admit it of course, but it was reassuring to know he was there.Survival 126 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Claw had been a great companion throughout the grueling summer months. The werewolf packs, the White Fang and what remained of Claw’s Silver Moon, had been fighting and surviving deep behind enemy lines at the southern front. They had tracked down and destroyed the human sorcerers, called alchemists, that had made the ointment that prevented the werewolv
Survival 25The moment they had left the tunnels, Pumori grabbed the chain that was still hanging down from Archon’s neck and pulled him along. She wasn’t taking any chances. He seemed to be quite obedient, but there was always the odd chance he would try to make a run for it. Apart from that, the cub sometimes had very weird ideas. He might get it in his head that returning to the rat den would be dangerous for his friends and that they were better off if he surrendered himself to the authorities. That wasn’t going to happen! Archon was hers now. She would keep him close, and teach him everything he needed to know to live among the werewolves and be happy and lead his humans in the same way.Survival 254 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Even if not everybody agreed with that. Azik had not been too happy when Pumori had made her intentions known.
“Why do that?” the shaman had asked. “Want help cub? Fine! Do, and then leave behind somewhere. Not take along! Pumori kill father and grandfather of cub! Cub neve
Survival 13“It really is time to go, master.”Survival 136 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Archon stared at Orlov, who was struggling out of his bed and trying to put his boots on at the same time.
“Shut up, Critter. I had a late night yesterday.”
“I know, master.”
“It’s not like I spend every night drinking and partying at the ‘Bloody Banner’.
“So why are you waking me this early? And how come you aren’t locked up in the storage room with the rest of the vermin?” the Kanov growled.
“Well … I’m not locked up, because you never lock me up the night before pay day. And it’s pay day today. And it’s not early. It’s an hour before noon. And we have to pay before noon.”
“What … payday? Holy shit! You stupid ass! Why didn’t you say so before!”
“I did, master. Yesterday, before you left,” the boy replied defensively.
“I can’t remember any of that. Well, let&
Survival 26 - Final PartThe funeral was a grand affair. Solemn, with lots of pump and circumstance. Very unusual of course for a man of his descent and heritage. His species was not known for dwelling in cities or even receiving elaborate funerals, yet he would be interred in the deep catacombs under and behind the palace, among former kings and princes. It was only fitting for one who had fought so bravely and had wounded the evil usurper Vortigern. He was a true hero of Skallgard. It was ironic that one who had never lived in a city before he had set foot in Skallgard would now rest in one for all eternity.Survival 26 - Final Part4 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
But all of that was still a day away.
Everybody was standing in the ruined banquet hall, staring in turn at a scorched heap of rubble and a terrified, almost frantic wolf girl, the infamous alpha of the White Fang.
“Answer Pumori!” she yelled in a shrill voice. “Where are Claw?! Pumori want Claw!”
“Claw … Claw fell,” Ks’nbosh stammered. “Saved Ks
A slave cub Tale - 7Day 19A slave cub Tale - 78 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I have been trying to talk to Renya all day, but every time I’m getting closer, she goes away to another part of the abbey. She’s clearly avoiding me. I’ll never be able to make things right this way.
Gnarl hasn’t been playing guide today either, which is kind of a relief. It’s weird when he does that. And uncomfortable.
Apart from Pumori’s morning walk and play with Puri, I haven’t seen her all day. That’s probably good as well. Maybe she would catch me sniffing a flower that is holy for werewolves or something and slap me around again.
I managed to catch up with Renya, for al the good it did. She was with one of the other younger werewolves, but it had been impossible to catch her alone so I decided to go for it anyway.
“Renya?” I said.
“So Renya grab bow and shoot at scout that were running away from grain building. Got scout in leg! Was happy! Finally getting better with bow! From then, shooting bow get
A slave cub's tale - 8Day 22-part2A slave cub's tale - 88 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
And so, we started running. We followed the main dirt road that led directly from the windmill to the abbey. There was no reason why we should have been trudging through the forest again. After all, if Rocco had left a couple of his men behind to make sure I didn’t return to the abbey, those guys would not be watching the forest or the road, but rather the mountain meadows in front of the abbey.
Now … I know I said to Anyiko I could easily run very fast, and normally that’s true, but you have to remember I had already done a lot of running that day and I was getting a little tired. Apart from that, Anyiko cheated. She changed in her wolf form and even with the beating she had received and the hours of being tied down in an uncomfortable position, that still gave her an unfair advantage.
Making a long story short, it wasn’t long before I couldn’t keep up with her anymore. At the start, she looked back a couple of times to see where I was
A Slave Cub's tale 5Day 11A Slave Cub's tale 58 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The werewolf leaders seem a bit on edge. Anyiko even snapped at me and she’s usually one of the nicer ones. I was simply walking by, minding my own business and carrying a jug of Mead that I was supposed to bring to Gnarl, when out of nowhere she started yelling at me.
“If Slave Cub dare drop jug and splatter mead all over Anyiko’s feet and things, Anyiko skin Slave Cub alive!”
So, naturally I startled terribly and dropped the jug. Thank god it didn’t break. I don’t think I have ever been faster in picking up something from the floor and running to Gnarl. Gnarl wasn’t pleased with my fast delivery either, but then he never is.
Anyway, as I understand it, some of them feel like they should move on, while others think after all the action they already did last year and up to this spring, they have deserved a longer rest. Last night, it almost came to blows between Pumori and Rocco. That’s one of the older werewolf leaders. Pumori won
Survival 24Archon stared at Pumori’s hand but didn’t move. Pumori quickly glanced over her shoulder to the closed door and then back at him. When he still didn’t move, she grabbed his arm and pulled him to his feet. He cringed before her. The wolf girl quickly let go and said:Survival 244 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Alex not be scared. Pumori come to help. Not can stay here! Orcs may come. More are up there! Pumori see through window day before and can smell now. They is drinking beer. Come with Pumori now!”
“Come … with you?”
“Why? What’s the point?” He whispered.
“Point? Silly question! Alex rather stay with likes as shaman?” Pumori said, pointing at the corpse of the Orc.
“No … but … everybody knows now who I am. I can’t go back to the den. It will only endanger the others. If they aren’t endangered already. So … whether I’m used and killed by that Orc demon or by you … Doesn’t