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Pieces of 8: Bones of the North

Ok, had to jump in. The water looked too good to pass up.

If anything doesn't work, just let me know. Yea....that's mostly to you Dot. I'm in your world and I didn't paint it much.

Edits are easy. Really.

Pieces of 8: Bones of the North

MAX

Another change in the fog, another snap from some damn misty half there half not beast, at the edge of some cloudy swamp. Shit, what wouldn’t Max give for some blast of color. This gray crap was getting boring. Before he smacked another hound in this hell with a stick he pulled from some bone guys clutches he looked down at the darker mist below him.

Jump. Why the hell not? He had sat in this creepy broken down tree for oh hell he had no idea how long. The only reason he hadn’t already drove down into the deeper parts of death was because they expected him to. They wanted him to. They called him. Fuck them all. They wanted rid of him. Go save the world and then do the right thing. Since when had anyone counted on Max to do the right thing? He was just gonna hold on and wait right here by this gray gate.

But he had done the right thing hadn’t he? He let that sweet talking boss man and all his groupies talk him into this. No, no, not all of them. Not all of them. It was Thadd more than anyone that had dumped them both in this gray world. He wanted to save Veti and Siya and that freakin’ Nestor. How did that drunk dude wiggle into this mix? Must be that chick that stole his boots. Oh yea, Max was a hero. Fuck heroes.

Max could just let go of this spot he carved out in this colorless tree by the gate and just fall. He could go now into the depth of things swinging and fighting. Not a bad way to end, really. But there was some unexplainable tug from the lifeless Thadd that told him to hang on just a bit longer.

For how long? Max was getting antsy.

Truth was he had no idea if it had been a day, a year, a decade. Not that it mattered. It wasn’t like anything here kept track of time at all. Thadd sure wasn’t counting the days in his pleasant encased slumber. Figures he would get to just lay there and Max would be in some god damn tree swinging at invisible gray things. It’s payback, just fucking payback.

The warlock prince charming never did like the fact that Max won Veti. The happiest that shrilling little magic worker ever was, was when he was Max. Max snorted and his own mist of gray clouded his vision. Who was he kidding? Max wasn’t anything without Thadd. He was nothing now. Just some shade of charcoal hitting shit.

Thadd was dead. Was Thadd dead? If he was why wasn’t he falling through this grey shit. Max was sure that dude was not heading in any other direction then this when he finally let go of that tiny little all brain body. But then Max never did get this two bodies in one thing. Max wasn’t real, right? He was just some image Thadd made to fuck Veti.

And the only smile Max had in this fog was when he thought of Veti. Damn that bitch was a hot wolf. Damn if she didn’t mess up everything for Max and Thadd. Pleasantly, surprisingly, sexually. And when the hell did he begin to care so much about what that piece of ass thought and felt? Thadd never expected anything so...so...hot. So hot Max was burned into the warlock. Not that either of them minded all that much as long as Veti was the reward. And it wasn’t as if it didn’t burn her some too. She was a damn sexy chick but even a hotter wolf. Wonder if she regrets it? Max doesn’t. Thadd doesn’t.

But he should, shouldn’t he?

Ah well, all that is just shades of gray like another piece of housewife porn. Put that in a book and smoke it. Most likely some other freak has found Veti and pulled her out of her sorrow. If its been more than a day, more than a week maybe. More than just another misty fade to black by a gate that never opens.

Pieces of 8: Bones of the North

Hey!
I made it in time for role call.
I am back from the wilds and into the real world -- this is the real world, right?
I did enjoy the reads. Fun posts. Good group.

Now, just to check, did any one save the old Pieces? I don't have Ma/Thadd character sheet. I will rewrite if I have to. Yea, yea, I don't save like I should and even when I do I can never find it. So..the slacker is back.

Along The Darkest Road

Hey, where's breakfast?

Along The Darkest Road

Hey all...

I just got to post to see my pony...(just typing that makes me cringe) and let everyone know I am...I am...WELL...yes that's it, great in fact. I think of you all as I get lost in the wilds. Took some great hikes and soon head to the waters of the Everglades -- if I can get my puppy to stay in the damn canoe and not try to swim with the alligators!

Be well and as you rush around think of me and my extended vacation.

The Library

Ok...so I posted and I hope that works. In all honesty I am always a bit unsure in this story how far to push the plot. If I ever go too far or don't give enough, let me know. Edits are easy.

Also, at this time I can't find Nuka's profile. I don't save things. One of my many faults.

The Library

Clayman’s Contract

For too long Nuka sat and watched the main access point of the temple. The golems still stood guard. His eagle spirit, Tsenahale, was inside, the calls from him faint and distant. Nuka was done waiting. Through the small underbrush Nuka ran from his hiding place to one prickly shrub then the next until her reached one side of the temple. The golems guarded the entrance and did not notice or care if he passed by.

Nuka placed his head against the stone wall. “Mighty Tsenahale, have you found a place inside the stone you like better than the sky? Why have you not flown from this rubble and freed my fellow holders?” Nuka sent his thought through as loudly as he could.

“They do not have my wings. They are stuck as you weaklings often are.” Nuka heard the eagle answer.

Nuka put both hands on the ancient rocks and tried to feel something, anything, that might give him a clue on how to get inside. There must be another way, a back door, an escape hatch, a weak point. “Then we must break a hole for them. Use those forceful wings, your powerful talons, and your unyielding beak to test these old cakes of dried earth. Find me a weak spot. Rock crumbles in the wind, tell me where and we will remind old dirt where it belong, under your wings, under my feet.”

Nuka waited sure that the bait had been set and his eagle would fly around inside, in and out of the stone walls as only he could, up and down the temple until he found a place where the walls were not as thick, or the mortar was lose, or the hidden side door found. As he waited he moved his hands over the walls and walked around to the back away from the guarded door.

Finally a loud screech of the magnificent bird of prey filled Nuka’s ears. His eagle rose from the ground one meter from the base of the back wall of the temple. With a quick circle in the air he landed right where he broke from the ground. Tsenahale shook his wings as if to shake the dust from his feathers. He twisted his head and gazed at Nuka before he began to preen.

Nuka went to the spot and kick at the loose dirt. He fell to his knees and began to push away the top layers of sandy soil. There under the dirt was a single round wide link of metal. Nuka hoped he found that back door.