It was the lookout who spotted the wreck and shouted a warning.
“Damn,” I explained as a pair of dice bounced wildly from my hand, tumbling and rattling
across the wooden deck before coming to rest. A one and a three. “Damn,” I explained
again, reaching for a re-roll.
“What are you doing, Mortlock?” Creeson inquired, glaring at me with small, close-set
eyes. With a small, battered nose, his face resembled a slab of meat ground by a
boot. His scarred hand shot out to intercept mine.
“Stupid lookout spoilt my throw,” I mumbled, dodging.
Creeson cupped his hand protectively over the dice. Gyvens and Tek, rounding out
our foursome, fixed me with their best nice try look.
We sat cross-legged on the deck of the Fat Lyla, a pile of coins stacked before us.
Fat Lyla was a merchant transport that Sergeant Clantalion had requisitioned for
our trip home. Until recently we had campaigned with the Duke of Qialtl against the
Tyrant of Sholdathos. Qialtl was a city-state located in the country of Meizak, and
had ties to my homeland of Coranthe. Apparently the Ducal line was descended from
a certain Dalacroy Kildonan, who, the story goes, helped his girlfriend overthrow
the bad men who had captured her city and sent her into exile. It was obvious she
was grateful. She married the guy and begat a family tree. Of course, this all happened
hundreds of years ago. As it was, Kildonan originally hailed from Coranthe, hence
the close ties.
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“Yaggoth-Voor: A Tale of Mortlock” reads rather like the recently unearthed love
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One of the best tales in the book. -
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Very interesting and well done. -Dale Strickland - Library Thing
“Yaggoth-Voor” by Bruce Durham is a real gem... -John O’Neill - Publisher - Black
A cross between Call of Cthulhu and Pirates of the Carribean. Well worth the read.