The Spell of the Seven Emperiums

Chapter 3: Wisdom of the Vocal

They began their journey to the land of the orcs. The weather grew hostile by the hour, seeming like nature did not want these wanderers to proceed with their quest. Hornets and Amberites ran for shelter, as though they were expecting a hail storm. The sky grew darker and black. Lightings flashed from within the dark cloud laden sky. The three of them had journeyed through thick forests and plain lands. It seemed like an endless path to the unknown.

As they walked, they moved into the territory which seemed to be owned by the Rockers.

It was not such a peaceful place, as these insects kept chirping and stomping, making irritating noises. As they walked further, they heard a song...as though someone or something was having a dance. Entrerri turned to Gaullius, and gave him a bewildered expression.

“Don’t ask me…even I don’t know what’s happening…”, replied Gallius to Entrerri.

“Lets go and see, this could be important”, said Tyke, in a brave tone.

The three of them walked towards the music. It grew louder, and loud noises of marching and stomping could be heard. It seemed as though the music was coming from the other side of the hill.

Tyke stopped, and truned towards the others. He said, “Ready your weapons…”

They slowly crept to the other side of the hill. They stopped suddenly. All three of them were starring blankly at what they had just seen. It seemed as though the rockers were having some kind of a party. With their leader, the Vocal, singing the songs. They went closer towards the insects, with their weapons ready. Just then, the vocal looked at them and said merrily, “WELCOME! WELCOME! TO THE ANNUAL ROCKER CONVENTION!!”

Tyke turned towards Entrerri and Gallius who looked bewildered again.

 “Say what?”, said Gallius, as though he did not hear what the leader had just said.

“Yes! It is true! We rockers have an annual convention. Today is the day we all have fun! Please, we would be honored if you joined us.”, said the Vocal smilingly.

“Er…aren’t you gonna attack us?”, asked tyke doubtfully, his Tsurigi still in the air, ready to strike.

“HO!HO!HO! No, I wont! On this convention day, we maintain peace with every being we meet”

Tyke turned towards the others and asked, “What do you say? Can we trust him?”

Gallius turned and looked around, then turned to Tyke and said, “Well, I don’t see a stew big enough for all three of us to fit in anywhere, so we may not BE dinner…I think the bug is telling the truth”. Tyke looked at Entrerri. Entrerri looked in his same monotonous stare and said, “Don’t worry, if he wags his feelers at us, we’ll make sushi outta of him”. Tyke then turned to the Vocal and smiled brightly, who smiled in return. The three of them put down their weapons and went to the party.

“Welcome! Welcome! Guests! You are indeed lucky to come at such an auspicious day. We hold this festival once a year. We are very peaceful today, and don’t mind humans coming into our lands.”

“I see. Er…so…what all are you going to do today?”, asked tyke, trying to break the ice.

“We’ll have a night long party, dance, songs, feast…and lots more!”, said the Vocal in a jovial tone.

“Then WHAT are we waiting for?!?! LETS PARTY!!!”, said Gaul, filled with enthusiasm.

The party raged on till dark in the night. The vocal was a great host. He brought out amazing musicians, and surplus amounts of utterly delicious food. Tyke and his friends were served with fried goats, roasted savages, spore stew, Mandrogora and Flora salad, well baked yams, and lots and lots of juice. The juices were served in small pink cups which looked like porings. The food, served on huge plates made of bark and leaves, was heavenly.