The Adels-Part 3
The Adels Part 3 has been posted. It is a short one.
Tales of the TawsheThe Adels-Part 3 At the top of the cliff, Wolf Blackheart stood with the old woman lying in the dirt at his feet. He had carried her draped over one massive shoulder for the whole trip through the caves. This was not a problem for a man with his enormous strength, although the closeness of the cave had been problematic in places. Her hands and feet were tied, so she had to be carried. She was gaged and drugged as well. Wolf Blackheart was a very careful man. He planned everything to the last detail. His attention to detail was what had allowed him to succeed in every twisted scheme of theft and deception he attempted, even when killing was required. It was his obsession for careful planning that kept the old woman drugged, tied, and gaged. He didn't know what other powers she might possess, and there was no reason to let her speak or make unnecessary movements. He had once seen a Wizard pluck a knife from another man's sheath and plunge it into the man's throat with nothing more than a casual gesture of his hand. Wolf Blackheart took no chances, even with old women, but especially women with strange magic-like abilities. The dog attacked his men's spears again, as they tried to force it to the back of the cage. Its ferociousness surprised him. A week ago, when he had locked the dog into the cage it had been nothing more than an overly-large, mangy, mastiff. Now, after a week with little food, and continuous tortured from jabbing spears, the animal was completely mad. When he had returned with the old woman, he had set his men to moving the dog's cage into position. One man had gotten too close and the dog had torn his arm off. Unable to stop the bleeding, Wolf had killed the fool. Now, after this venture he would have to recruit someone else to take his place. Maybe he would try to get someone just a little smarter this time. It might save him some work over the long term. The men had finally managing to muscle the cage into position at the mouth of the cave. Wolf smiled. He wished he could witness the look on the villagers faces when they came across the dog in the cave, well, if he was lucky he might hear their screams, but that would depend on how soon they sent someone after him, and how soon his men got the cage positioned, which was taking longer than it should. He yelled at the men to motivate them.This end of the cave was accessed from a small gully that water had eroded out of the earth over the years. The gully was as deep as he was tall, but only slightly wider than his shoulder span. In some places it was even tighter, and his men had to chip away at the walls in those places to get the cage through. Once in place, the cage would effectively seal this entrance until the villagers managed to get some tools up here to dismantle it. That and meeting the dog in the cave was going to stall any pursuit for days, he hoped.A man couldn’t make it through the openings in the cage. They were too small. The end wall of the cage would have to be broken by a smithy, and the narrowness of the cage would make it difficult to swing a hammer properly in the same way the narrowness of the cave would make it difficult to swing a sword. Whoever met the dog in the cave was going to be sorely surprised.His men finally got the cage into position. One of the new recruits coiled up the rope that was tied to the top of the removable cage door, and threw it up to Kent who had positioned himself above the cave entrance. Kent took up the slack on the rope, and then with a quick hand over hand motion pulled the cage front up and away. The men with the spears backed away from the cage. The dog watched them warily for a few minutes without moving.“Use the spears to push him back,” Wolf roared. “We don’t have all day.”Two of the men started towards the dog with their spears raised, the dog backed away from them until it was out of the cage and into the cave. It continued to back away until it was lost in the blackness within, then with a growl it was gone. Wolf smiled again. The cave had barely been wide enough for the dog to turn around. A perfect plan he thought to himself. Now, let’s get that gold.
“Get the cage moved up tight to the entrance and make sure it is under the overhang,” he yelled at his men again. He picked up the old woman and carried her over to the cart.
Tales of the TawsheThe Adels-Part 3 At the top of the cliff, Wolf Blackheart stood with the old woman lying in the dirt at his feet. He had carried her draped over one massive shoulder for the whole trip through the caves. This was not a problem for a man with his enormous strength, although the closeness of the cave had been problematic in places. Her hands and feet were tied, so she had to be carried. She was gaged and drugged as well. Wolf Blackheart was a very careful man. He planned everything to the last detail. His attention to detail was what had allowed him to succeed in every twisted scheme of theft and deception he attempted, even when killing was required. It was his obsession for careful planning that kept the old woman drugged, tied, and gaged. He didn't know what other powers she might possess, and there was no reason to let her speak or make unnecessary movements. He had once seen a Wizard pluck a knife from another man's sheath and plunge it into the man's throat with nothing more than a casual gesture of his hand. Wolf Blackheart took no chances, even with old women, but especially women with strange magic-like abilities. The dog attacked his men's spears again, as they tried to force it to the back of the cage. Its ferociousness surprised him. A week ago, when he had locked the dog into the cage it had been nothing more than an overly-large, mangy, mastiff. Now, after a week with little food, and continuous tortured from jabbing spears, the animal was completely mad. When he had returned with the old woman, he had set his men to moving the dog's cage into position. One man had gotten too close and the dog had torn his arm off. Unable to stop the bleeding, Wolf had killed the fool. Now, after this venture he would have to recruit someone else to take his place. Maybe he would try to get someone just a little smarter this time. It might save him some work over the long term. The men had finally managing to muscle the cage into position at the mouth of the cave. Wolf smiled. He wished he could witness the look on the villagers faces when they came across the dog in the cave, well, if he was lucky he might hear their screams, but that would depend on how soon they sent someone after him, and how soon his men got the cage positioned, which was taking longer than it should. He yelled at the men to motivate them.This end of the cave was accessed from a small gully that water had eroded out of the earth over the years. The gully was as deep as he was tall, but only slightly wider than his shoulder span. In some places it was even tighter, and his men had to chip away at the walls in those places to get the cage through. Once in place, the cage would effectively seal this entrance until the villagers managed to get some tools up here to dismantle it. That and meeting the dog in the cave was going to stall any pursuit for days, he hoped.A man couldn’t make it through the openings in the cage. They were too small. The end wall of the cage would have to be broken by a smithy, and the narrowness of the cage would make it difficult to swing a hammer properly in the same way the narrowness of the cave would make it difficult to swing a sword. Whoever met the dog in the cave was going to be sorely surprised.His men finally got the cage into position. One of the new recruits coiled up the rope that was tied to the top of the removable cage door, and threw it up to Kent who had positioned himself above the cave entrance. Kent took up the slack on the rope, and then with a quick hand over hand motion pulled the cage front up and away. The men with the spears backed away from the cage. The dog watched them warily for a few minutes without moving.“Use the spears to push him back,” Wolf roared. “We don’t have all day.”Two of the men started towards the dog with their spears raised, the dog backed away from them until it was out of the cage and into the cave. It continued to back away until it was lost in the blackness within, then with a growl it was gone. Wolf smiled again. The cave had barely been wide enough for the dog to turn around. A perfect plan he thought to himself. Now, let’s get that gold.
“Get the cage moved up tight to the entrance and make sure it is under the overhang,” he yelled at his men again. He picked up the old woman and carried her over to the cart.
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