"There's treasure.", wailed old Captain Sirrauch. He was tied securely to the temple beam with strong, rough hewn cordage. Only mere hours ago he was aboard his ship, the shadow runner let hormones replace critical thinking, and now he was at the mercy of the rebel queen, Khalil's, footmen.
He had stolen the Auerrat Map, ancient map to lost worlds, empires as vast as they were rich. He had followed the rebel queen to this temple and seized her and, enamoured by her beauty, had his way with her, which is why he had not noticed the footmen approach from the temple vaults.
"I have no interest in such things.", replied Khalil. She stood five foot nine, but, in this light, she seemed taller. Long flowing locks of auburn hair draped an olive face with sea green eyes, ruby lips, a soft, sloping nose and high cheek bones.
She commanded four hundred thousand soldiers and a formidable navy. Ruffians, vagabonds and drifters all. Not bound by the pursuit of wealth and fame, but freedom and liberty. Captain Norville Sirrauch believed such things should be bought and sold. To that end, he was now trying to buy his own freedom.
"You could buy a large army. Gold. Jewels. Ships. Anything." By the time he said "anything", his own doubts had crept into his voice.
The rebel queen wasted no time with her reply, "I've lived this long without it. I could go on the rest of my life and it would be unnoticed."
Sirrauch's men, began to grumble at this point. One louder than the others, "I told you she'd call your bluff." He was a slender man with wood for teeth.
Khalil was not in the mood to do any slaying today. She was on the hunt for something and her men were close. She raised a calloused hand, "Do not be so hard on him. It was a valiant effort to save your lives."
This time it was a portly man who'd responded, "Save his own skin's more like it."
"It's worked. You men will be spared, but he has entered me unbidden. He will not see the morning sun.", and with that Khalil glowered at Captain Sirrauch.
"Please, let's talk about this.", stammered the Captain.
With a tight, thin lipped smile, the queen snarled, "Any last words?"
The Captain, lowering his head, was silent.
"Send him to his god in pieces.", commanded Khalil, rebel queen of the commoners who were recently driven out of their homes by King, Dyenatt Anteries, whom Captain Sirrauch had so faithfully served, then the rebel Queen, with her new found purpose, turned, and with firm steps, headed to the temple vault to interrogate the clerics.
The Flute of Sanzir would bring down the mechanical armies of Anteries and she was determined to find it. The clerics, she had it on good report, had given the rare magical instrument to it's new guardian.
Her oral sex had healing powers and when Dyenatt was a teen he had been severely burned by a flash grenade from an assasin who had entered his palace. His mother, Queen Anguitina de' Roush La' Embert promised asylum to her tribe within the kingdom if she had given him a life saving massage to his member from her mouth. In reward for her efforts, her tribe was drowned in the Plasheer Lake and she was banished to the barren frost La'aedlands. Thirty seven years later and she had amassed a formidable force of great size and was near at hand to sweet retribution.
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