Mercenaries of the Gods: Chronicle One - Stories

Memories of Raindrops

Morothoth kills his bottle. During the pause, Rina's voice bellows "Did you fucking motorboat some them dragon titties?" The thirty-six entities listening to the story all curse and throw stuff at Rina. Dodging a half-eaten banana nut muffin, Rina cries "Fine! Fine! I'm sorry you fucking ass hats!" 

With a scale flash, Morothoth lets out a laugh. "I did nothing of that nature with her. And, so you all know, dragons don't have breasts. We lay eggs and don't lactate. Also, we Gaia dragons experience no pleasure from mating. Nor do atmospheric dragons. Primes do for some reason I don't understand, but that doesn't affect me." 

Rina pouts while refilling her beer. "Well that fucking makes them a lot less fucking sexy cause I was picturing Arashi's titties bouncing and shit as she kicked some fucking ass but now I fucking understand why you dragons are so fucking grumpy and shit all the Gaia damned time!" 

"Stop interrupting Morothoth!" whinnies Sierra, one of the many mercenaries in the crowd. "Let him get back to the story!" 

As Rina takes a big gulp of beer, she gives the finger to the crowd. Morothoth shakes his head at the exchange before he glances over to the patio and sees Thrack still sitting in the storm. He returns his attention to the crowd. "A short break so those with bladders can empty them and drinks can be filled. Hopefully those tasks are independent of each other. I shall be back in ten minutes or so." 

The crowd starts to murmur while Morothoth stands and slowly moves to the patio. He exits through the large sliding door into the raging storm. The rain striking him turns to steam as he makes his way over to Thrack. Water drips from Thrack's soaked dreads and thunder rumbles in the distance. After a brief moment, Thrack turns his swirling masses to his friend. "It seems you drew quite a crowd my friend." 

Morothoth says humbly as he nods "That I did. And they all hang on my every word. It is a pleasant break for all." His mind worries about his friend. After a short pause, he says softly for a dragon "You sit in the storm for quite some time. Are you well mighty Thrack?" 

Thrack gets a bittersweet smile on his face. "Today is my dear Ying Yue's birthday." 

"Ah yes. Your yearly day of reflection." Morothoth states in a comforting tone. "Some four-thousand years pass since last my eyes gazed upon her smile. Since I knew the delight of her wondrous eyes as she gave me her loving look. Part of me wonders if I will have that honor again." Thrack says somberly. Morothoth stands in a respectful silence for this was not a moment for words. A bolt of lightning cuts through the sky and the rain picks up a bit. The sound of rain and sizzle of steam forming fill the moment. Thrack raises his head to the rain in unison with the clap of thunder. "My mind hopes one of these rain drops once graced her beautiful form." He smiles softly. "Water holds memories of the world." 

Morothoth gives him a melancholy smile through the steam rising from him. "A trip to the farm might do you good. Spend some time under the plum tree of your wedding. Perhaps see your old friends once again." 

As a drop of rain is consumed by his swirling masses, Thrack smiles as a crash of distant thunder reaches them. "That thought crossed my mind. Rina and I quest near there very soon. That would be a most opportune time for a visit. Though I know Rina will find it less than entertaining." 

"That she will. But she will get over it once she has a drink or six." Cries of the crowd make their way to the patio. Morothoth glances to the door and then back to Thrack. "I suppose that is my cue to continue the tale. Enjoy your storm my friend." 

A large drop falls from his ringed tusk. "Enjoy the storytelling mighty Morothoth." 

As he hopes his friend finds his raindrop, Morothoth moves back into the main hall. Returning to his seat all eyes are on him as he reaches for a bottle of arak that is waiting for him. He takes a moment to look over the crowd. "I fear it's getting late. Are you all sure you want the next part?" In a wide variety of ways, the crowd says yes. Alan orders another pony keg as everyone gets ready for the story to continue. Taking a swig from his bottle, the dragon dives back into his past. "One more phase of the story then..."