Book 3, Chapter 9 – Uses For Eboncrys
Was Autumn really that na?ve, or had she been cursed with dull wits? I should test her.
Cloudhawk stretched and crossed his legs, feigning disinterest. “Words are cheap. Let’s do this. Tell where your tribe is, and I’ll check it out. If it’s like you say then I’ll think about helping you.”
Autumn clenched her fists and was about to speak, but she swallowed it back before the words could pass her lips. At the last mont she rembered sothing an elder of her tribe constantly repeated, and shook her head. “The elders have said that we must never share the location of our ho with outsiders, no matter the circumstances. I will not tell you.”
“Well, it sure seems like you don’t understand the situation you’re in.” Cloudhawk’s dark eyes beca sharp, and it seed almost as though there was a fire smoldering deep inside. All at once the whole store filled with a bloodthirsty sense, and the young man’s voice went from lazy and amicable to sothing from the depths of hell itself. She trembled at the sound of it. “I don’t it like when people screw around with .”
He spoke slowly, calmly. To others they would not hear anything out of the ordinary.
But to Autumn the words struck her mind like a war hamr. A frigid sensation raced through her body and her throat closed up like soone’s hand was wrapped around it. What she saw in the man’s eye was bestial. He was a creature that had crawled its way up from the corpse-strewn mountains and blood-filled seas of the underworld. She’d never experienced anything like it, and the terrifying man seed to close in on her with every passing second.
She was rigid as an icy-cold feeling started to curl around her legs. Like a frigid serpent, it slithered up her legs from the ground, the creeping fingers of death itself. She knew if she moved even an inch those fingers would tear her apart.
Cloudhawk’s face split into a devilish smirk. “Think carefully.”
Her legs trembled of their own accord. Never in her life had Autumn encountered a man so terrifying. She knew intrinsically he would crush her like a flower if she refused. Even the strongest warriors of her people wouldn’t be able to stand against this monster’s will. As fire roiled in her heart, eating away at reason.
Cloudhawk maintained a perfect, distant calm. “If you want my help, then you have to be straight with .”
Her teeth audible ground together as Autumn fought back. “I can’t tell you!”
The Warden was surprised by her fortitude.
Autumn gasped as the fires in Cloudhawk’s eyes receded and the pressure lifted. The terrifying sensations lted away, though it felt like she’d been caught in a nightmare for decades. Her clothes were drenched in sweat.
There was a demon living sowhere beneath this man’s handso face!
“Sure.” Cloudhawk shrugged uncaringly. “But if we can’t co to a mutual understanding, then I’m not interested in your mission. I’ll just take what’s mine and leave it at that.” Cloudhawk waved a hand, and flecks of sand gathered into a grasping tentacle. It reached forth and snatched the parcel of enboncrys from Autumn’s arms, delivering it to his waiting hands. “Bring her to the bedroom so she can rest.”
“Let go!” Autumn jumped as a pair of young won appeared on either side of her and took her arms. She glared at the brute who commanded them, her delicate features giving way to anger. “You… you’re nothing but a bandit!” She scread at him.
“If I’m a bandit, then I’m a gentle and handso one. Consider yourself blessed you ran into a scoundrel like . Neve, Jasmine, let her go. If she doesn’t want to stay here then she may go. The door’s right there, and you’re feet know what to do. If you’re so intent on dying, far be it from to stop you.”
Cloudhawk reached back and netted his fingers behind his head. He was perfectly at ease, like her decision didn’t matter in the least.
“I do have to say, though, that if I hadn’t very graciously intervened then right now you’d probably be in a dark room sowhere, with big guys taking turns on you. To be honest, I’m taking a risk with you even standing here. If others knew this was where you were hiding, trouble would be coming my way. Right now you’re a juicy slab of at, missy, and everyone wants to take a bite.”
This very day, she’d run into a string of bad n with bad intentions. It underlined the reality that she’d made a mistake. This young man was also no good, but he’d at least spared her life. For the ti being he hadn’t tried to bully her into anything or showed intent to harm.
Obviously, trying to get her sack of eboncrys back was out of the question. Truthfully, she didn’t care much, but she couldn’t go back empty handed. “You can have the eboncrys, but you agreed to give five hundred sets of equipnt. We agreed.”
Cloudhawk laughed like he’d heard the world’s funniest joke. “Miss Autumn Draper, you gave a down paynt, but I doubt you now have funds to settle accounts. This sack here is the fee for saving your life.”
“You’re going back on your promise!”
“Calm your head down, missy. Think about it; let’s say you’ve got ten copper and you’re off to buy so bread. On the way your money’s stolen, and the thieves use that money to buy the bread you were going to get. Now, should I give the bread to them, or give it to you?” Cloudhawk snorted. This girl really had no idea how lucky she was to run into him. “This eboncrys doesn’t belong to you. I got it from a bunch of thieving brigands. Spoils of victory. I have the equipnt you want, but if you want them you’ll need to pay. Hand over the rest of the money, and you get what you want.”
“You’re full of nonsense, you-“
Autumn was so furious words failed her. Pale skin turned an angry red. She had never been good at arguing, much less in stressful situations like this, and he was far more verbally gifted than she was.
“The world out here is a fair place. When you make a mistake, you’ll pay for it. Walking around by yourself while waving this sack of eboncrys about was just plain dumb.” Cloudhawk waved a hand dismissively. “When I saw there was a wrong that needed to be righted, I stepped in. When I saw you were in need, I helped. I didn’t have to, you know. I could’ve just taken the stones and then left you to those actual bandits. Good n like are hard to find, especially in this dirty world. You should be grateful you’re still alive, but you shouldn’t continue to push your luck.”
Cloudhawk was being stubborn. Faced with such a shaless rogue, what choice did Autumn have?
She couldn’t fight him – she couldn’t even fight his little bird. She turned to storm out of the shop, but Cloudhawk’s words caught her feet. There were bad n like him looking for her all over the city now. Would she even get five hundred ters out the door before the next group ca? Chances were she’d be a captive before she got that far.
After thinking better about it she stomped a heel in impotent fury and trudged upstairs to the second floor bedroom.
So she does have a brain.
“You’re welco,” Cloudhawk said dryly as he watched the pair of long, pale legs disappear up the stairs. He caught the sll of her as she passed by and a mischievous light twinkled in his eye. When she was gone he quickly pulled open the parcel, picked out a cube and held it up to the light. “Not bad, not bad at all. These are good quality, they’ll fetch a damn good price. At least enough to pay off most of our debt. A damn good score.”
In truth, added together the parcel was only worth about twenty thousand gold coins. If he stuck to the price of fifty gold per armor set, then this wasn’t enough to cover the whole cost. But Autumn didn’t seem to know or understand. Did she not realize what they were really worth? However, getting more didn’t seem like a problem for her. That’s partially why Cloudhawk saved her.
He had to admit, her willpower was tougher than he would have figured. He’d tried to overwhelm her with his psychic energy, and any normal person would have collapsed under the pressure. Yet she kept her secrets, which proved to Cloudhawk that threats weren’t going to win him anything either. He’ll keep her close for the ti being. Eventually he’d get his answer.
Gabriel had been seated a little apart. He had a thread in hand, and was working on a tapestry. None of this concerned him, but he couldn’t help but glance reprovingly at Cloudhawk. What a shaless hoodlum, speaking to her like that. What sort of uncouth thug would pick on a poor young girl?
Cloudhawk caught the look, but simply shrugged as he tossed up the cube and then snatched it out of the air. “This isn’t Skycloud. She’s gonna get herself killed. Far as I’m concerned, I’m doing her a favor.” Cloudhawk paused for a mont. “Which reminds . Hey Gabby? If any rats try to sneak in tonight, let Naberius deal with them. Let him blow off so steam, right? We can’t have him rearing his head in broad daylight and causing trouble.”
Gabriel was rather linear in character. Outside of embroidery and sculpting, his artful pursuits, there wasn’t much else that caught his interest. He wasn’t out for money or won. Most of the ti he preferred to stay quiet and mind his own business. Of course, his amicable persona fled when Naberius took over.
The two fractured minds had long ago co to an agreent.
If Gabriel wanted Naberius to behave, he was expected to find materials for the sculptor to work with, at least a couple every week. The only way to make the beast sleep most of the ti was to let him have his fun every so often. Tonight was just such an opportunity. Gabriel nodded. He set down the embroidery, then with a stuffy sigh walked out of the emporium.
Cloudhawk turned the gramophone back up, and turned it up to the loudest it would go so he wouldn’t be bothered by the ruckus.
The old record began to spin and music filled the room. Cloudhawk shut his eyes and lost himself in the lodies, entirely content. He’d only been here a few days, but he was finding that he rather liked this sort of life. No one looking over his shoulder, no constraints, total freedom, and a few coins in his pocket. Honestly he wasn’t sure what he was thinking, trying to get to the elysian lands all those years ago.
But it was no wonder. Such was the way of most n, no?
In fact, all of one’s wishes and expectations ca down to where they were in life. Hopes changed as the years passed, but it was always a mystery when you had your face pressed up against it. It only made sense when you stepped back. People were always unable to get a grasp of the truth in the middle of living it. His wild desire to flee the wasteland was a perfect example. But if the whole world was a wasteland, where to hide then? Cloudhawk finally understood that the only real oasis existed in his heart. Although he was out in the bone-dry wasteland, he carried a green paradise with him wherever he went.
Oddball began to squawk at him.
Cloudhawk’s eyes popped open, and he looked down to see the tiny bird furiously flapping its wings. It was excitedly hopping around the eboncrys cubes. He’d raised the divine creature for three years, and in all that ti the little bird hadn’t changed much at all. It maybe grew a little, and its wings had fully developed. That’s how it’d dealt with the Highwayn.
The range of their shared visual connected had grown by four or five tis since the beginning. He figured the limit was about five hundred ters by this point. He could instantly communicate with the critter so long as they didn’t separate farther than that. Oddball, of course, didn’t have much combat ability on its own. The bird relied on Cloudhawk’s psychic energy, and its master had learned in the last few years how to capitalize on Oddball’s abilities.
For instant, Oddball could shoot through the air at the speed of sound now.
Beyond the sheer speed, Oddball was also capable of moving with perfect control. With its keen feathers, Oddball was able to rip through foes before they even knew what happened. The only way normal enemies could protect themselves was if they were covered in armor. Otherwise they were left exposed to its slicing wings and bullet-like impact.
Then there were the feathers.
Oddball’s skill at flinging feathers like throwing daggers was exceptional. They weren’t enough to deal with more formidable characters, but the critter’s harmless appearance took many off guard. Oddball’s subsequent attacks often ca as a surprise.
Cloudhawk was confident there was still more for him and Oddball to discover. Divine creatures were a unique class of relics. The stronger the master, the stronger their pet. So long as Cloudhawk continued to improve, he could expect Oddball to beco ever more impressive.
Oddball’s beady eyes were fixed intently on an eboncrys cube.
“Is this what you want?”
Cloudhawk curiously picked one up and offered it to the bird, who plucked it from his fingers. Bird and cube fluttered down to the ground, and Oddball proceeded to throw it down, and peck at it with his beak. The eboncrys fractured into several jagged pieces. Trendous energy was contained in those cubes, especially considering their size, and kept very stable. They were also hard, but Oddball could knock its beak against sothing with the force of a bullet, so it was no surprise they broke.
The creature gobbled up the pieces one by one.
Cloudhawk watched with so asure of surprise. He didn’t expect his little friend to scarf it down like that. Through their emotion connection he could feel the bird’s satisfaction, even joy. Evidently this was a delicacy, and likely far better for the little thing than the feed from Skycloud. This was bad news. If Oddball got a taste for these, how many would he need in a year to keep his companion fed?
There were only about a hundred cubes in the parcel he took from Autumn. Not enough to feed Oddball for very long. To confirm his fears, Oddball quickly finished his al then looked pointedly at Cloudhawk. He sensed it clear: the feed he’d been giving him previously was bird food. Garbage!
Cloudhawk was distressed. This damn critter was a serious responsibility!
This was the difference between a normal relic and a divine beast. Relics didn’t change once they were forged, but divine beasts developed over ti. A thing like Oddball had trendous growth potential, and the eboncrys seed like it would help. It seed unavoidable. Cloudhawk had to get more of the stuff for his little friend.
This was going to be a problem. Cloudhawk had to co up with a solution.
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