HBWnovel [942] – Y04.042 – Undeath
[942] – Y04.042 – Undeath
[942] – Y04.042 – Undeath
“Pshoo!” Jirot held out her hands in front of her, concentrating as she squatted and narrowed her eyes. “Fiyahball!” Her exclamations carried all through the park, while her greatfather sipped away at his wine, proud to think only his greatdaughter could play so well. “Pshoo! Kwoo! Pshoo!”
“Hwah!” Little Jarot swiped the air with his imaginary axe, letting out grunts and gasps as he hopped and skipped about the imaginary battlefield, easily beating up the dragons who had dared to fight him. After all, he was the Mad Dog. ‘I am so strong!’ He huffed out arrogantly.
“Babo!” Jirot shouted as she darted to him. She smirked, holding up her hands. “Fiyah! Ball! Pshoo!”
“Hah? Are you your father, that you can cast such great magic?”
“Yes! I am daddy! I am cast fiyahball. Kwooroo!”
“I am your babo, not even your father’s Fireball can defeat me!”
Jirot blinked, staring up at her greatfather in awe. “Babo! I not daddy! I daddy’s dohta!”
“You are your father’s daughter?” The older Iyrman reached up to rub his chin in thought, letting out a hum of thought. “Then your Fireball can defeat me?”
“Yes!”
“Then I am defeated,” the old Iyrman said, slumping back in his seat, closing his eyes.
“Kekekeke!”
As Jirot bullied her greatfather, her eldest sister grabbed the ball and tossed it back towards her baba. Tonagek caught the ball, before tossing it towards Kirot, who blinked as it fell in front of her. She squatted, her tails swaying from side to side eagerly, before it stopped, pressing onto the floor to help stabilise her as she tossed it awkwardly, the ball slipping out of her hand to fall behind her. She blinked, staring ahead of her to try and find the ball.
“Kirot, behind,” Konarot called, pointing towards the ball behind her.
“Ock!” Kirot dropped down to grab the ball, before tossing it again, this time towards Tonagek’s knees, the Iyrman catching the ball with a gentle crouch.
Karot braced himself, standing tall and strong, his tail pressed against the earth behind him. He scooped his arms forward right as the ball struck the earth before him, the boy pouting slightly, before he grabbed the ball and tossed it back, managing to toss it back towards the Iyrman’s chest, who caught it with ease.
“You all throw so well,” Tonagek said, before tossing the ball to his son, who stood tall and firm. The chonky little Danagek grabbed the ball with a hand and tossed it towards his father, but it struck the floor but a few steps away from him.Fôll0w current novÊls o/n n/o/(v)/3l/b((in).(c/o/m)
Danagek stared at where the ball landed, before looking up, catching his father’s eyes. “Eh?” He threw out his arms in exasperation, as though it was the balls fault it was not thrown well.
“You are right,” Tonagek replied, limping towards the ball, before a cackling little girl darted past him to grab the ball.
“Babo! Babo!” Jirot giggled wildly, holding the ball up as she dashed towards her greatfather.
“You must pass it to your sister!” Jarot called out.
Jirot stopped in her tracks, blinked as she processed what her greatfather said, before she cackled once more as she turned and ran towards her eldest sister, ball in hand.
“Jirot,” Konarot called, accepting the ball from her sister, waddling over to Tonagek.
“Konarot, bring the ball to me,” the old one armed Iyrman called.
Konarot stopped, half way towards Tonagek already. She blinked. She looked up towards Tonagek, then to Jarot.
“Konarot,” Tonagek began. “Go to your greatfather.”
“Okay,” the girl replied, rushing to her greatfather, holding up the ball to him.
“How sensible!” Jarot ruffled her hair before accepting the ball. “Kirot! You must bring the ball, okay?”
The next day, the group managed to approach the village during the late afternoon. Jurot and Kitool spoke with the Chief, finding out the bad news that there were a few villagers who had made their way north, but hadn’t returned in time. While informing the Chief of the bad news, the Chief slipped the pair a small piece of paper, which Kitool read, before handing it to Jaygak.
“Karza,” Jaygak called, smirking slightly. “You should leave.”
“Leave?”
“You should not approach the Iyr at this time.”
“Can the Iyr dictate where I can and cannot go?”
Jaygak threw a look to Morkarai. “If Karza wishes to come, she will be slain.”
Karza met Morkarai’s confused gaze. “What is the meaning of this, Iyrman?”
“There are certain matters we cannot explain,” Jaygak replied. “Matters of the Iyr.”
“Karza, don’t cause trouble,” Morkarai warned.
“I came all this way and assisting escorting you all! Do you know how many creatures left us be due to my presence? Now you’re telling me to leave?” Lightning crackled around the dragon.
“I’ve said what I had to out of respect for Prince Morkarai.” Jaygak shrugged her shoulders.
“Do you think I’ll leave because you threatened me?” Karza growled, lightning crackling within her mouth.
“What’s the problem?” Adam asked, noting how loud everyone had become.
“She cannot come to the business, due to certain matters of the Iyr,” Jaygak explained.
“Damn. What a shame, since you’ve helped us quite a bit coming all this way...” Adam didn’t want to know why the Iyr wasn’t going to allow the dragon to approach. He hadn’t heard of this happening before, since the Iyr welcomed all manner of guests openly, except for when it closed its gates.
“Unbelievable!”
“How about the business smooths things over. Lady Karza, you have been invaluable in assisting us all this way, and we truly appreciate it. Why don’t we consider this a favour to us, one that you can cash in for a Greater Enhanced weapon?”
“Do you think a little gold will...” Karza paused, having expected for the half elf to offer her a pile of gold. “A Greater Enhanced weapon?”
“Indeed. If you have a Greater Enhanced weapon with particular specifications, please let us know, and we’ll pass it on to the Enchanter, who shall create it at some point and you may retrieve it from the business.”
“Not the business, but East Port,” Jaygak corrected.
“As you say, Executive Jaygak.”
“Then I’d like a lightning sword,” Karza said.
“Of course.”
Karza remained silent for a long while, before catching Morkarai’s look. “Is he messing with me?” she asked in the giant’s tongue.
“It will be done,” Morkarai assured, confused as to why the Iyr wasn’t going to allow the dragon close. It was rare to hear the Iyr treating them in such a way, but the next evening he understood.
‘What madness is this?’ Bilal cursed within his mind, almost frozen in shock.
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