Listen While Reading
“AHHHHHH” what a glorious day, the air was crisp, and he inhaled deeply has he broke through the clouds and soured out over the river, how absolutely amazing, what a day to be alive! He had been cooped up for the last couple days, waiting for his battered body to heal, this was his first flight since the battle with the Huntress, and oh how he’d missed the skies… they had called to him while he had been stranded on the ground, something he’d tried to explain the bard while she had been visiting with him, sadly she could not comprehend his kinship, she was an elf, born of the earth, how could she understand what it was like.
IlliacK rolled through another set of clouds and beat his wings furiously to gain altitude. Yasmine… she saddened him, the poor thing barley understood it. She was such a sad creature, and yet tried so hard to appear happy. She was an exceptional mummer, yet he could feel her pain like a fountain flowing forth to all those around her. How in her very short life had this one been so wronged? It saddened him and so he pushed forward folding his wings and falling into a dive, the water of the river rushed towards him. He curved his tail allowing himself to begin a spin as he fell.
A flash of his final battle with the Huntress raced through his mind… he’d been ready to die, he’d thought that it was assured, yet the great IO had spared him, there was more work to be done here. His wings opened and he felt the wind take him as he stretched his neck upwards. With only a few feet to spare he glided across the river floating on the wind, life was good. The Huntress would not take another life, not so long as he drew breath. One hundred years and a day, that was not long enough… he would be ready in one hundred years exactly, he would summon her and banish her once more. Even devils should be wiser then to cross a mighty Silver. He flapped his wings twice climbing straight up as he cemented his Oath to IO that he would assure her banishment remained intact for the remainder of his life. Then he tucked his wings in and splashed into the cold cold river. His mighty maw outstretched his snapped. Salmon how he loved fresh raw salmon, the mayor could have paid him in fish and he would have gladly accepted it, so long as they didn’t ruin it by cooking it. What was it with the Demi humans need to ruin food by burning it…? IlliacK did not understand.
His tail and claws kicked powerfully as he emerged to the surface with speed, he swam with the current a little ways until he could find a wind powerful enough to catch his wings, that done he once again took flight, this time towards the docks. With a few seconds of flight he found and landed back on the building where he had left his “cloths” another ridicules concept the younger races invented. There he quickly returned to his Half Orc form and proceeded to dress. Since the victory it had become impossible to move about town in his true form, villagers would either mob him with praise or scream in fear, streets would become crowded and it generally was not worth the fuss, it often made him feel claustrophobic. Quickly he slid down a drain pipe into an ally and then melted into the streets. He was learning… the first time he had done this trick he had merely jumped from the building and hurt himself quite badly landing on the hard stone three stories below, it was hard to remember that he didn’t have wings in this form. IlliacK’s hand went down his pants as he scratched furiously… “What a curse” he swore to himself as he navigated the market… he supposed that if was forced to live in a demi human form forever he may feel some shame, but to cover it up always and with these horrible materials… something would indeed need to be done.
He worked he way towards the market, on the way he saw Tuv’l and Fluffy walk by, he smiled as once again Fluffy attempted to carry some goods for Tuv’l and once again shooed him off… the mating rituals of the half orcs were indeed entertaining, He was glad they had found some happiness.
Another block took him into a tailor’s shop, one that the mayor had recommended to him.
“Hello” IlliacK said to the shop keep, s nasally human with a sharp nose and thick glasses. “I am in need of some clothing, some that doesn’t itch” the shop keep looked him up and down. Illiack was wearing merely the brown burlap pants that Fluffy had offered him and well as a soaking wet and dripping backpack, as of yet he had not required a shirt.
“Sir…” the shop keeper began “this is Smitherson / Seal and Sons Silk Station , it does not and will not cater to… your kind.” IlliacK looked questioningly at the man
“My kind?” the man could not begin to guess what ‘his kind’ was. He was half tempted to give him a fright then and there… but no he required a service, and from what he’d seen already most demi humans had a common motivator. He un-slung his pack as the dripping mass dropped onto the desk with a loud chink of hundreds of coins rubbing together. The well trained human’s demeanor changed instantly
“My apologies sir, of course we would only be too happy to serve you… Andrea!” he shouted towards the back room “Bring a chair and a drink for Master…. Er?”
“Krispyn” IlliacK provided
“Master Krispyn to sit while I fetch my tools and we make this gentleman more…. Er comfortable… oh and Andrea…. Burn those pants” the tailor rushed to the back room as a smallish gnomb with the largest nose Krispyn had ever seen rushed out with a fine silk robe, once that was on the gnome took his burlap pants throwing them in a small tin pail and mumbled a quick spell, in moments there was a cheery little fire to sit by as Krispyn was offered a glass of wine. Perhaps there was something to this after all.
Four hours later he emerged from the Tailors, a fine pair of brown pants. Mr. Smitherson had promised that they would indeed hold up to the rigors of travel while still being comfortable and what was that word… ah yes “trendy”. The tailor had tried to convince him of several shirts and a cloak and a sash and all this other nonsense but ultimately he had settled on a simple white silk vest. He had forgone boots which the man had found strange, but ultimately Krispyn couldn’t be bothered with kicking them on and taking them off every time he needed to change form. He worked his way down the market to the smithies, he had one more purchase to make before rejoining his companions.
“What do you mean you just want a cold iron rod?” the Dwarf rumbled for the third time
“Why is this so difficult?” he responded “ don’t touch it to the forge, just take the hammer and beat it into a large rod/club like shape… it doesn’t even need to be a rod”
“This sounds like magic… I don’t do none of that magic type stuff, I just forge steel here” the dwarf said scratching his beard. IlliacK was getting near losing his temper
“As I said… it has nothing to do with magic… just take the Iron ingots and hammer them into a club, do not heat it, don’t use the forge… can you do that?” the dwarf scratched his beard once more
“Aye… I can… but it sounds fishy… its gonna cost ya… the cost of the Iron plus 10gp for me time” the dwarf gave him a smug look sure that the cost would drive off the odd Half Orc
“Fine… just do it please”
It was well passed mid day as he returned to meet his friends… never before had he been so willing and ready to leave a city as he was now