Merlin's Hookah

Merlin's Hookah 14

                CHAPTER 14

   After traveling many many miles Sticky was almost to her destination, she could see the grove of Elder trees in the distance. She was very excited, when she finished reporting to the Elders she could return to her love Mr.Nave.

   She was very tired and decided to stop for a short rest. As she sat there relaxing and day dreaming about her future with Mr.Nave she felt a great pain in her right ankle, then her left. She had never felt pain this great, she fell to the ground screaming at the top of her lungs.

   "What is happening", she thought.

   And then it dawned on her, she left her tree unguarded in the spur of the moment. Someone was chopping her tree down, she was going to die. As she lay there writhing in pain she blacked out, her body convulsing as if it were being chopped up with the axes of the woodsmen. Her legs seperating at the torso, knees and ankles. Her arms at the shoulders, elbows and hands. Her head flew from her shoulders and her torso split in two. Slowly her parts started to turn into a mist that dissipated in the morning breeze. Sticky was only a memory now.

   "After I introduce you guys to my buddy and we have our meeting I have leave for a couple hour or so. Have to make a short trip", said Mr.Nave. "I'll be back soon though, I just have to go visit Sticky's tree and see if she's back yet."

"That's cool man", said Wayne

"We wanna check things out in town anyway", replied Tank.

   The line of people infront of the city gate was getting shorter by the minute. After stopping at Skylot, Mr.Nave had found out that The Capt. was not there. They had headed into town to wait in the line where they still were in.

   Almost to the gate they halted once again. A crowd began forming around their unique wagon, everyone wanted to check it out. Over top of the crowd could be seen the biggest, meanest looking human ever walking towards them from the guard shack beside the wall.

"DUDE", said Tank. "Check that big fucker out coming this way!!!

"Fuck man", say Wayne. "He makes Andre the Giant look small."

"He's no giant sirs, that is Sgt. Geosh Commander of the city guard. He took out a worg at a half mile with a steel crossbow. And he out fought an Ogre bareheaded", said Mr.Nave. "Good thing he's my friend."

"That dude is who they had in mind when they came up with the slogan 'Army of One' ", said Tank.

   Geosh walked in a circle around the wagon looking at it. When anyone was stupid enough to be in his way he just picked them up onehanded and tossed them aside. As these few picked themselves up from the ground and dusted themselves off they were smart enough to keep their mouthed shut and move on their way.

   Seeing the red hair in the wagon was a dead giveaway who was in the wagon to Geosh. Only one person in the region had that color hair.

"Mr.Nave, how's it hanging bro?", asked Geosh.

"Long and balls are hairy and hard to carry", replied Mr.Nave. "How you been guy?"

"Not bad man, workin the job bustin some heads. What kinda wagon is this man?", asked Geosh as he continued to eyeball it.

"It belongs to my friends Tank and Wayne", answered Mr.Nave. "They're the new masters of the old tower up on the mountain."

   "You haven't seen old Browneye today have you? Got to find him."

"He's getting to be a popular fellow lately", said Geosh. Was a stranger lookin for him day before yesterday too. Your friends, they arn't meaning him trouble are they?"

"No, no nothing like that, we have some business gto discuss with him is all", replied Mr.Nave.

"Ok then, go on in the gates and good luck to you", said Geosh as he waved to the guards to let them pass. "Maybe I will see you at the House of Butt, I get off work soon. Thought I would go over for a lil suckie suckie later, ha ha ha."

"K, maybe we will see ya there", shouted Mr.Nave as they rolled thru the gates.

   Once inside the gates Mr.Nave gave them directions as well as a run down of who did this here and what happened there as they rolled along.

   There were signs and buildings that caugt there eyes. Baulder's Armory, Pete's Pipes and Von Weaverstien's to name a few.

"Dude, what is Von Weaverstien's?", asked Tank.

"That my friends is the top tavern. The best selection of liquor and wines around, and the premier spot for music", answered Mr.Nave.

"Man we will definitely have to check that place out when we get done with business", said Wayne.

"We can do that guys", said Mr.Nave. "The owner Rodric is also a friend of mine."

"Seems like you know everyone man", said Wayne.

"I get around a lil bit", replied Mr.Nave."We don't have much farther to go guys, take a left at the next intersection."

   They rolled on for another block or so, past the gambling houses, a hotel,  a few dive taverns and a couple more hotels. There were a variety races walking the streets about their business, this was a very diverse town.

    At the end of the block was a 2 story with scaffolding all around it. Looked like a major remodeling was going on. The new front was designed to look like a very hot ass all bent over, there was a door right in the middle of the crack. In nice new red paint the new sign above the door that read HOUSE OF BUTT, they had arrived at their destination.

   This place has been used for the same profession since this town began, just a new name is all and it has been added to since back in the day. Used to be a little one story 4 room building. Got my freak on many a year ago, many many times.

"Merlin you were a wicked man , ha ha ha", thought Tank.

   Life is about variety my friend, sample all it has to offer at least once, some twice if you enjoyed them enough. Find what you like and stick with it.

   This gave Tank things to think of as they got out of the wagon, bending and stretching after the long ride.

"Now I warn you guys, Capt. Browneye is not your usual kind of guy", said Mr.Nave. "Don't get me wrong now, he is as good a guy as they come. Just keep an open mind okay?"

"Sure thing buddy", said Wayne.

"You know it", said Tank.

"Okay then guys follow me", replied Mr.Nave.

   They fell in line behind Mr.Nave and followed him in the front door. The inside was under a little renovation also although not as drastic as the outside. There were a few scantily clad females laying around the lounge area in provocative positions, smiling lewdly at the guys as they walked through. They went all the way to the door in the center of the back wall where they stopped and Mr.Nave knocked.

    A moment later the door opened and a homely looking little poe dunk girl came out wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

"Thank you for the job sir, I promise to do my best", she said with a smile.

"No Jillian thank you for that wonderful 'job', you will do fine at the Backroom", said the Cyclops as he buttoned his pants.

"Nave, my man! You're back a lot sooner than I thought you'd be. How did things go?", asked The Cyclops.

"First thing first sir, we must use our manners", said Mr.Nave. "I would like you to meet my two new friends, these gentlemen are the new masters of the tower on the mountain. This is Tank and this is Wayne, gentlemen this is Capt. Browneye, owner of the House of Butt.