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Chapter 59: Lore Master
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Warrior of the Way Chapter 60: Lore Master
Famallumi touched everything. Like a child in a toy store, he picked everything up he came in across, turning it in all directions to examine it. He pushed buttons and turned dials as Rhychard followed behind the elf turning everything off while putting his knickknacks back in place. Granted, he didn't have much clutter in his small apartment, but Famallumi made everything a bright new discovery. He turned the stereo on three times, the sound blaring, muttering, "It's a different song every time." When he discovered the television, he wanted to know why Rhychard kept other people in the small box."Are they of the Void? Is this a new Warrior contraption you've devised to imprison those who would do evil?" Famallumi searched every side of the television. "How do you get them inside?"Rhychard turned the set off as he took a deep breath. "There's no one inside. It's make-believe for entertainment. I thought you said you studied humans." However, the apprentice didn't hear him as he set
Warrior of the Way Chapter 61: Lore Master
Trace was an odd creature. At thirty-two, he still lived with his widowed mother rent free. Lacking full time employment, he helped Rhychard out when he needed some spending cash. His only ambition was the next level of whatever video game currently obsessed him. He was a bum for the most part and dressed like one, as well. Still, outside of Buttercup, he was the only human Rhychard could talk to about his live fantasy adventure.The shaggy-haired misfit of society waited for Rhychard at the curb and quickly slid into the passenger seat of the cab. Well, quickly for Trace, which was like first gear to the rest of the world. He never saw a need to hurry, since he wasn't really going anywhere in life and had all the time in the world to get there."Your mom's not going to be happy," Trace said as he brushed his walnut hair out of his eyes."When is my mother ever happy?""When she's making you do something you don't want to do."Rhychard just nodded. It seemed to be the truth sometimes.
Warrior of the Way Chapter 62: Lore Master
Never one to pass up a free meal, Trace quickly followed before Rhychard could turn it down in his rush to escape. James Bartlett wasn't so quick to follow his wife, however. He pulled the dirty rag from his back pocket and wiped his face and then his hands. He then tossed it to his son. "You didn't see a spider. You okay?"Rhychard wiped his face, taking his time as he tried to think of what to tell his father. He couldn't exactly say he saw visions of flames. His father would think him crazy. It was hard enough to convince himself that he wasn't off his rocker.Handing the towel back to his father, he said, "Yeah, I'm fine. I saw a shadow or something in my periphery, and it startled me. That's all. It's what I get for allowing my mind to wander and not focusing on what I was doing."His father stared at him. "A shadow, huh?" He nodded. "If you say so. Come on, let's get some grub before your friend eats it all." He patted Rhychard on the back as he started into the house.Rhychard l
Warrior of the Way Chapter 63: Lore Master
September. Buttercup wished that it would cool just a little, but in Florida at eight-thirty in the sweaty a.m., it was still humid and sticky, the coolness of night never lasting long. She was glad she wore her dark hair back in a ponytail as she could imagine what a drenched mess her neck would be while she sat on the bench at the Harbor City Transit Stop 52. A giant oak covered the stop with its branches offering a minuscule amount of shade, but heat was heat regardless. She kept trying to adjust the business skirt she wore, not used to anything so…covering.She took a deep breath. What on earth was she thinking? She had no business trying to be something other than what she already was, a street hooker who earned her keep by spreading her legs for any john who came along with twenty bucks he could sneak past his wife. Who did she think she was trying to get a real job somewhere and get off the streets?Rhychard believed in her, as did Kree and Tryna. The Warrior supported her and e
Warrior of the Way Chapter 64: Lore Master
Buttercup just waved sweetly at him as the other lady took her seat, offering a quick thank you, and then setting her briefcase at her feet. Buttercup glanced at the briefcase, thinking the lady would learn what she meant about right turns in about five minutes if she didn't hold on to the case. Ah, well, you could only offer knowledge to people; they had to apply it for themselves.The lady turned slightly, facing Buttercup as she extended her right hand. "Hi, my name is Alana Leary. My car is in the shop, so I have to ride public. How is it? I've heard horror stories."Buttercup shrugged as she shook the woman's hand. "It's not New York, so I'd say you're pretty safe. I've been riding for years, and I've never seen anything worse than Vince's right turns.""You don't drive?""Never learned. Besides, bus fare is cheaper than gas these days."Alana laughed, short, petite giggles. "I can see your point. Still, I hate not being in control. Plus, I enjoy the freedom my car gives me. There
Warrior of the Way Chapter 65: Lore Master
She kept glancing at her watch as one by one they called the people sitting with her to go back for their one-on-one. She turned her paperwork in and had nothing to do except wait. She hated waiting. It left her alone with her thoughts, and lately, they were far from good. Kree was her silent cheerleader. Only the elven hound knew how scared she was at following through on her quest to completely remake herself. Rhychard had too much to deal with, and he had already done so much for her. This was now up to her. She had to do it for herself."Miss Valentine?" The tiny woman, barely Buttercup's age by the look of her, stood there with a clipboard, looking down on Buttercup. She was accustomed to being looked down upon. Of course, she hadn't gone by her real name in years and almost didn't recognize it when the woman spoke it out loud. Laci Valentine seemed the perfect name for the sex industry whether a prostitute, a porn star, or a stripper. She started going by Buttercup because she di
Warrior of the Way Chapter 66: Lore Master
It was a tough decision. Did he want to go chase down his brother and find out why Karl stood their parents up, or did he want to go home and deal with a hyper elf who wasn't even supposed to be there? Some days, Rhychard just wished he had stayed in bed.Going home meant he would also have to deal with Logan and the mysterious landscapers, which really sounded like a Hardy Boys' title. He decided he'd rather handle one headache as opposed to two, so once he pulled out of the U-Store-It parking lot, Rhychard headed south. Like the rest of his life, Karl's living accommodations weren't anything to brag about. Actually, honest people avoided going anywhere near the slums, which is what Feather Lakes had become. At one time, the small neighborhood had high hopes of catering to a snobby clientele, but it never happened. The houses were small boxes with only one or two bedrooms, tiny kitchens, and bathrooms the size of closets. How the developer ever thought people with money would want to
Warrior of the Way Chapter 67: Lore Master
Rhychard took the steps one at a time, wanting to delay the encounter as long as possible. It wasn't long enough. The screen door was the only barrier between the porch and chaos, and as he peeked in, he could see chaos was too soft of a word. "Karl!" Rhychard jerked the door open as the knot in his stomach tightened. The place was trashed. Not just from a lazy homeowner, but ransacked. Broken glass littered the floor, cushions were ripped open, and the stuffing thrown about, tables were broken. Someone had been searching for something. "Karl!""Holy…" Trace stood in the door. "Is he here?"A quick search of the house revealed the same catastrophe in each room, but no Karl Bartlett. "Damn!""Rhychard! In the kitchen."He would have run to Trace, but the house was too small, and there was too much debris on the floor. When Rhychard stood in the kitchen doorway, Trace pointed to a puddle of blood on the cheap linoleum. "There's more." Lots more. Bloody handprints were all over the back d
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