Mercenaries of the Gods: Chronicle One - Stories

Gravitational Pirate

So, after the whole temple thing, I spent the next two-hundred fifty years traveling and studying the book. I got really, really good at the forces except electromagnetism. Electromagnetism on a non-atomic level never really clicked with me for some odd reason. My power at this point were nearly as high as when I met Thrack and I traveled around scraping out a living wherever I could. One day I found myself on the western coast near the south of the continent. I was all but broke and my luck as a thief was growing thin. Needing to leave the area fast, I make my way to a seedy little town on the coast, and I can't remember the name of course. Hidden under my gray cloak I move through the city till I get to a shady looking inn. Slowly I enter and find it's noisy and chaotic inside. I go to the bar and grab a cheap ass ale. Taking a seat in the corner, I look around the room and find it's your stereotypical place. Dirty, a bit run down and full of not so nice people. Most of them are human, but there are a few goblins and wild elf too. A few people eye me, but I find that common at this point and I figure there is an eighty percent chance someone will try some shit. For the most part it is chill though. A little while passes before a random wench comes over and sits next to me. 

"Hey thar stranger!" she says with booze on her breath and her tig ole bitties popping out her ill-fitting corset. She slides in close as she looks me over. "Ain't see you round these parts before. What you lookin for tonight baby?" 

Taking another sip from my crappy ale, I give her a quick glance. "I came here looking for work. Not for pleasure." 

Her dirty hand finds my leg and I look back at her. She starts rubbing it as her green eyes find mine. "Just cause you not lookin for it doesn't mean you can't find it baby. I promise it will be fun." 

Trying to remain polite, I say in my more proper voice "While flattered, I am not interested. My coin is reserved for passage from this sad city and not carnal delights." 

"Awe come on baby." Her hand moves to my inner thigh, and she starts rubbing there. "You can do anythin to me you want, and I mean anythin you could possibly want." 

Still trying to be polite, I take her hand off my leg and set it in her lap. Returning my attention to my cheap ass ale, I say again in a sterner voice "Not interested." 

She gets an angry look in her eyes. "Look baby, I always get my coin. We can do it the fun way or the not so fun way." 

I take another sip, slowly turn my head to her and give her an evil glare. "And what way is the not fun way?" 

Her eyes turn evil. From under her skirt, she slowly pulls out a small knife. Not missing a beat, I grab her wrist and give it a violent twist. Without any warning my other hand grabs her face and unleashes a small gravitational wave. Her brains splatter against the wall and her body goes limp. I let go of her wrist and her body falls to the ground. I don't know if it was the round hole in dead wench's face or the brains splattered all over the wall, but I suddenly notice I'm the center of attention as I take a gulp of the shitty ale. Looking around, I get the feeling it's time to get the fuck out of that shit hole, so Islam my drink as I stand. After putting a coin on the table as a cleanup tip, I haul ass to the door onto the road. I walk quickly to the darker part of town, doing my best not to draw any more attention to me, when I feel someone following me. I glance back and sure enough I was right. The first chance I get, I turn down an alley and so does the person following me. A few steps down the alley, I stop and whip out my macuahuitl. With a military worthy pivot, I turn to face them with my other hand raised, ready to shoot another gravitational wave at whomever was dumb enough to follow me. The person pauses, takes a step back and raises their hands. 

"Hold on now. I am not looking for trouble." Her voice is sweet as honey. She takes a step into the light, and I can see her amber eyes looking me over. "I noticed your skills back at the bar."