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The Adventures of Finnegan o'Ferral #1

The Adventures of Finnegan o'Ferral



Episode 1 : The Vabbian Venture




Part 1



"Please. Don't eat me!" I pleaded, as the net rocked forwards and backwards.

With my arms and feet dangling several meters above the fetid and bubbling surface of the the dark swamp, I despondently began to recall the confident words I had spoken earlier during our visit with Elder Hawan and the distinguished council of Chahbek village.  The job would be simple - I had reassured their venerable mayor - we would search the island of Istan, locate their stolen family heirloom and return it intact, whilst bringing those responsible for its sacrilegious theft to swift justice.

Initially I had declined the assignment.  We had just endured a lengthy sea voyage from Lion’s Arch with an assortment of Krytan made supplies and materials which had been requested by an order of Istan soldiers called the Sunspears, and I had been looking forward to getting home so that I could spend some of our well earned platinum on a decent night out in the seedy viaduct districts I knew so well.

Evette had also been quite eager to get back to Kryta, and had earlier reminded me that I had promised to take her for a trip to Bergen Hot Springs so she could enjoy a couple of days of relaxing, detoxifying and generally enjoying the company of the burly young masseurs that would be on hand to tenderize every tired joint in her body.

My reputation as a fine swashbuckling adventurer and, as of more recent times, a very reliable courier, had once again preceded me.  The village elders had approached us with a desperate call for help.  So desperate, in fact, that the tidy offer of fifteen platinum pieces, straight from the coffers of the Chahbek village hall, almost instantly managed to sway my opinion on our next destination.  Seeing as we were already here, I explained to the others, and Istan isn’t exactly the biggest island in the world, I managed to persuade my group that a small detour wouldn’t really take too long after all.  Of course the unwavering stare that I had received from Evette was only dispelled once I had also promised her that we would spend some of the extra money on an all-inclusive trip to one of Fisherman Haven’s more prestigious beach resorts.

Evette is my guide, a tall, dark-haired and lithe woman, with the most vibrant sky blue eyes outside of Cantha, and a lissome figure that is fashioned to the shape of a Denravian vine dancer.  She is also a very accomplished ranger, having learnt much of her scouting skills during an early career as a Kournan spotter.  She is naturally an observant woman, and is very adept at noticing things, which especially includes any errors or oversights on my part.

“This better not turn out to be another one of your usual gaffes, Finnegan!” she’d said, as we had walked inland through the fields on the outskirts of the village.

“It’s easy money!”  I’d protested charmingly, and then winked at her as she scowled and stormed off to scout the path ahead.

Despite that most recent insubordination, it was mainly thanks to Eve’s scouting skills that our search through the island had, in most parts, been fairly uneventful.  We managed to make great haste through the isle despite the occasional group of termites that scuttled towards us in search of supper, and the various clumps of foliage that suddenly sprang into life and shuffled towards us with the sort of ravenous hunger you would expect from a ten foot tall, carnivorous plant.

We eventually found ourselves at a rather remote camping ground called Blacktide Den which nestled on the edge of a dank and dreary swamp.  Being on the reaches of Istan civilization, it appeared that the less trustful types used this location as a welcome sanctuary, and Evette was quite eager to point out several groups of unsavory characters that apparently still had bounties on their heads within the jurisdiction of the Kournan Guard.  

This was where my other assistant, Abora, was also most helpful in the investigations that led me, ultimately, to my present predicament.  Like most elementalists, Abs is rather intelligent, and has a very useful repertoire of researched spells stored away in her self-righteous mind.  Despite the vast amount of memory she must draw upon when perfecting her magical art, she also manages to somehow retain the most enormous amount of knowledge about the various lands of Tyria, including an extensive education on almost every aspect of the people, the wilderness, the dangers, the languages and the overall history of each and every location that has ever been mapped by the world’s greatest grand master cartographer.  

It was Abs familiarity with the local dialect that had enabled us to stumble across a lead for the stolen jewelry we were searching for.  We had been sitting by a small open-aired stall which the locals called The Happy Harpy.  I was washing a spicy rinkhal stew down with a mug of ginger ale, when Abs had overhead a conversation amongst a small group of dirty ruffians to our left.  They had been mostly complaining about their recent gambling losses, she had told us afterwards, but they also happened to mention that a small group of corsair’s had passed through the settlement the night before we had arrived.  Whilst there is nothing remarkable about a band of corsairs frequenting a drop-out settlement like Blacktide Den to partake in a bit of gambling, it just so happened that one of their group had been heard bragging about a successful raid they had performed on a certain Chahbek Village.

Where as Evette had a slight edge on me when it came to our respective heights, Abora was a diminutive female who’s silver haired head only just about came up to my shoulder level.  Abs was always well presented in her clothes and makeup - her hairstyles seemed to change on an almost daily basis – and she often looked as if she should be gracing the halls of a Kaineng palace, rather than places such as an Istan back water dive hole.  Despite the bluish-grey color of her hair and the argent steel in her eyes, Abs was not much more than twenty years in age, which is quite incredible when you consider the fact that she has the entire contents of every Tyrian library stored away in that pretty little head of hers.

The corsairs had journeyed deeper into the nearby swamp called Lahtenda Bog.  We had set off immediately and spent the first few hours navigating our way around all manner of dripping ferns and needled thickets, sticking closely to the squelching mud paths that snaked haphazardly through the wetlands.  Abs hadn’t been impressed with it at all, and we had spent a considerable amount of time waiting as she changed from her flowing robes into something less likely to have their hem’s soiled by the ‘ikky stuff’ that was underfoot.

We set off again, and began to encounter a few too many insects that had decided to investigate our passing.  This didn't go down too well with the ladies, of course.  The strange undulating movement of the giant grubs seemed to generate a particularly disgusted expression on Eve, so I had promptly ensured that her safety, and her stomach contents, remained intact by heroically dispatching the bugs with my shimmering rapier.  It had all been over in seconds and I turned to receive their thanks with a knowing smile.

"When are you going to learn how to fight with a real sword?" Evette had asked bluntly.  Her look of disdain, that I thought had been reserved for the sentient larvae that had attacked us, was now directed at me.

I looked down at my slender sword with a pained expression of disappointment.  The rapier was simple, with a modest handguard made of dull copper and a length of iron that tapered to a blunt point.  The rapier had been in my possession for years and I liked the fact that it was light to wield and effortless to swipe, even if it is a fairly brittle antique with an edge that would stuggle to shred a tapestry.  Not that it had ever come into real contact with any armor in recent years, you see.  The physical merits of the weapon aren't so important when it comes to my legendary and elite swashbuckling skills.  It's the illusionary arts that I enchant into my weapon prior to combat that makes it such a powerful extension of my world-famous martial art abilities.  One swipe of that sword can penetrate the strongest, most impenetrable armor known to exist.  Yet Evette's words had somehow hurt my pride.

"I suppose it is time that I did invest in a more spectacular looking sword, to suit both my fighting and my fashion style," I agreed with a modest lift of one eyebrow.

Evette seemed to cough before turning away to look at Abora with, what I imagine was, a look of approval and admiration, although the resigned smirk that appeared on Ab's face may have suggested something otherwise.

What we hadn't bargained on, however, was that the latest skirmish with the insects had infact unknowingly alerted the interest of our original prey.  I recall that I had been in the process of discussing, with a distressed Abora, the profitable merits and details of salvaging the appendage remains from one of the bugs.  It was at that moment when we heard the deep rumbling shouts and alert orders coming from the dark overgrowth ahead.  Bursting through the thick vegetation, the same group of burly corsairs we had been tracking emerged with a battle-ready and particularly viscious looking agenda detailed on their hairy faces.  Their assortment of rusty machete's and oversized scimtars were poised before them like mangled machinery as they focused on us with sneering bloodlust.

I felt Abora attune herself to her magic to my right, and the familar creak of leather to my left also indicated that Evette had begun to ready her recurve bow, so it was clear that my leadership was now needed.  We had found our prey, the bounty was at hand and the final hour of our latest mission was approaching its end.  With my companions at my side, ready to react, I prepared myself to command the situation.  As the corsairs sprang forwards, I squeezed the handle of my rapier, balanced my stance and prepared to order my troops.

"RUN!" I squealed.  "Run for your lives!"  I swiftly turned on my heels in the squelching mud and sprinted past the surprised forms of Evette and Abora as I sought the cover of the bushes and trees behind us.  It was clearly the most logical thing to do.  We were outnumbered by a half dozen brutes, and I couldn't risk the chance of my lovely companions being captured and subjecting to this mob of uncouth pirates.  It was our only choice.  We had to flee, if only for the safety of the ladies.

"Finnegan!"  I heard Evette's panicked scream as I pushed the damp wet leaves of the overhanging trees aside in my flight.  There was the faint sound of an explosion behind me, accompanied by a chorus of deep screams, followed by the twanging sound of a bowstring.  Good, I thought, the ladies are slowing them down as we escape.

It was around five minutes later, as I slowed my pace with the burning in my lungs reaching an unbearable strain, that I realised Evette and Abora were not behind me.  I bent over, one hand placed on the winded pain at my side caused by the sprint, as I gulped at the moist air and panned around to view my surroundings.  I had no idea where I was, but I knew I had to rescue the girls, if it took me all night.  They needed me.  I feared for then and slowly started to make my way back.

A few moments later the smell of smoked meat caught my attention and I wondered if I had found the corsair's campsite.  I silently mouthed a prayer that the girls had come to no harm and I slowly approached the clearing in the fading light.  I saw the small fire in the centre of the area and slowly edged through the long wet weeds to get a closer perspective on the surroundings.  It was then that I realised this was no firepit, but the burning body of a corsair, his body incinerated by flames.  The same smell that had created a feeling of hunger in my stomach moments earlier now generated a feeling of nausea as I identified its source.  But the moment of disgust and curiousity faded instantly as I caught site of the piece of jewelry that had fallen from the pirates belt pouch nearby.

I knelt down and lifted the beautiful pendant before me.  It appeared to be made of three rubies, one small, one medium and one large, locked together into a small teardrop so that the smallest gemstone sat at the top, whilst the largest shone at the bottom.  I imagined how beautiful it would look if rested magnificently within the bosom of a courtly lady.  Or even Evette's.

"Hey!  There's one of 'em.  Roll him in boys!"

I leaped up from where I perched, clasping the heirloom to see three of the corsairs appear, pointing at me.

"Oh crap it," I cursed and promptly ran for my life.  I quickly turned to see that one of the brutes was preparing to throw a mesh of rope at me and I knew that I was in dire trouble.  I looked at the set of gems in my hand and felt such sadness.  Something this beautiful couldn't end up at the bottom of a corsairs treasure pile.  It just wasn't fair.

Plus, I really needed that reward if we were going to sail back to Lion's Arch in comfort and bliss.  I needed to do something drastic, and as a thought came to me, I gulped.

The net landed on me with a surprising amount of weight and I slammed to the floor, winded and gasping for air.  I tried vainly to free myself, scrambling towards the edge of the net that never seemed to appear within reach.  Before I could escape I felt the entire mesh shift as the laughing corasairs grabbed the ends of the bundle and lift me up into the air.

"Well look at what we have got here, my bruvvers," smiled one of them in a thick Kournan accent, a gold tooth poking from behind his scruffy facial hair.  The three men continued to hoist me up despite my brave efforts to escape, as they suspended the net from one of the stronger limbs of an overhanging tree.  They backed off to look at me from a slight distance.

"Please.  Don't eat me,"  I pleaded, as the net rocked forwards and backwards.

"Hehehe," chuckled one of the corsais, as the others laughed beside him.  "We's ain't gonna eats you, weasel.  But unless you hand over that nice little trinket you just stole, we sure as are gonna take a look at those 'orrible guts you got inside you."  The pirate lifted his machete and stabbed briefly at my suspended form through the fibres of the net.

"Oww.  No.  Please.  I don't know what your talking about."

Another corsair, who was wearing a looped serpentine wrap ontop of his head, approached and began to search through my pockets and beltpouches.

"Please.  No.  Nooo..not there you pervert!"  I screamed as he fondled through every crevasse and fold in my clothes.  I felt so...manhandled.

"He don't have it."  The turban-headed corsair snarled.

"He must have.  I saw him with it," replied the gold-toothed pirate.

"Lets gut him open anyway," squealed the third pirate, a muscular but diminutive bald chap who brandished the most riduculously oversized scimitar I had ever seen.

Before I could think of a way to parlay myself out of this predicament, a huge fireball sailed through the air, lighting up the entire area and smashing into the backs of the three vagabonds.  Flailing and screaming in pain, the trio of pirates turned towards the source of the infernal magic just as a barrage of maplewood arrows flew from the edges of the treeline and buried themselves into their bodies.  I looked up with great relief as Evette appeared brandishing her bow and Abora materialised swathed in magical faerie fire.  One of the corsairs plunged into the swampy grime with an arrow embedded into his eye whilst another incenerated as he stood.  The last tried to escape but a timely shaft of wood from Evette's bow cemented his leg to the marsh.  Unable to escape, Abora summoned a bed of fire to appear around the pirate, roasting him alive as he tried to free himself from the crippling snare.

"Good job ladies," I congratulated them.  "Great team effort."

Evette approached me with a look of comedy on her face.  "Looks like you got yourself in a right tangle, Finny."

"All part of the master plan," I smiled.  "I got the heirloom."

"And you were planning on returning it whilst trapped in a net surrounded by corsairs?" she laughed.

"Just get me down from here," I smiled.  "And we can go get our reward."

"Let me see it."  Evette was challenging me, challenging my leadership and questioning my honesty.

"What?"  I tested her patience.

"If you had this situation so under control, where is the heirloom?  I've been dying to see it.  Maybe its worth more than the reward."

"Evette!" I mocked an expression of shock.  "Where's your honor?"

"It died long ago and you know it.  C'mon Finny, where is it?  That heirloom must be beautiful if its worth 'all' this effort."

"I ... I can't show it to you right now."

Evette smirked and turned to look at Abora who was also just as happy to enjoy this moment of helplessness I was entangled in.  "You don't have it at all do you?" the female ranger mocked.

"Yes I do.  Now get me down from here."

"I'll cut you down if you show me the heirloom."

"I can't!"

"Why not?"

"Because I swallowed it!"

There was a moment of silence as Abora's jaw dropped and Evette's eyes sprang wide with surprise.  "You did what!!?"

"I swallowed it," I repeated meekly.  "I couldn't face them pirates getting their mucky hands on the thing.  It was the only thing I could do."

"That's gross!" wailed Evette.  "Oh my god Finnegan.  This is insane.  You have us find the mayoral heirloom of Chahbek, the most beautiful pendant in all of Istan, worth a tidy reward of fifteen platinum pieces to whoever finds it and returns it to the village, and .... its currently residing in your stomach?"

"Yup!" I smiled, pleased with my quick thinking.

"We're screwed," Evette's shoulders slumped in complete, overwhelmed desperation.

"No," I corrected.  "We're rich!"

Evette's face bleached.  "It'll take days for you to crap that thing out, 'if' you ever do,"  she cried.  "And even then, that necklace is going to stink!  If we return whatever it is that is going to come out of your other end, we'll be lucky to be escorted off the island, but much more likely to go in the village stocks for a week."

"Don't be silly.  And just get me out of this net!"  I replied.

Evette continued to sob.  "Maybe its best we just run and get whatever price we can," she cried, thinking out loud.

"Evette!  Seriously! Get me down from here now!  I really need to get down!"

"Why should I?" she laughed back.  "You always get us into a great big mess.  Give me one good reason why I shouldn't just leave you hanging here?"

"Because...!"  I cried back at her, shaking the net madly.  I began to sweat with panic.  "Because I think we may get that reward sooner than you think."

Both Evette and Abora looked at me puzzled, wondering what I meant.

With my face pressed up against the rope, and a hint of pink reaching my cheeks, I replied, "I think that rinkhal stew just disagreed with me."



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Tee hee
Like the story Bro =) keep em coming =D
(snigger) Poor Finny =)


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LOL ahhhhh gross. I think I'd keep a further distance from Finnegan than with Finn now.

(still lol-ing)

hehehe poor Finnegan.



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Finn you may want to change the word "ovulating" to "undulating" or the females of our species might take offense.

Great descriptions :D


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Too funny! hehehe:) I love it!


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:D Thanks guys.  Just writing for fun, hope your enjoying it so far and thanks for letting me know if I make any mistakes.  Let me know about any more so I can correct any future ones.  Cheers.  Finn


Part 2




“You found it!  Marvellous!  Wonderful!”

Elder Hawan lifted the ruby necklace to his lips and kissed the set of jewels with a contented sigh before looking back towards us with a wide grin of pure joy and relief.

I laughed nervously, noting the mixed expression of worry and disgust that had flashed across Evette’s face when the village mayor had brought the heirloom to his lips.  “You're..most welcome,” I replied as I flourished a polite bow towards the official, and the young lady to his side.  “You will be pleased to know that we dealt with the thieves in a comprehensive fashion worthy of their crime.”

I eyed the young woman as I bowed, noting how she giggled and smiled at my well-rehearsed manners.  She was a delicious creature, wearing a full-length gown of scarlet satin that sported a plunging neckline.  I flashed a smile back, before concentrating my attention away from her ample charms and back towards the mayor.

“Your reputation lives up to your skill, Mr. o’Ferral.  My council advisors had their doubts about you, but I knew a man could not gain such widespread recommendation as you have without there being some truth to the rumours.  I’m so terribly glad you were in Istan at this most desperate time.”

“It was my…our pleasure,” I replied, noting the subtle huff of sarcasm from Abora to my left.

We were standing in the village hall courtyard, surrounded by officials from the inner council and their servants.  The mayor turned to the large collection of men and women nearby and lifted the pendant high for all to see, invoking a large loud applause from the gathering.  The grey haired man then turned towards the young blonde haired maiden to his side and lifted the pendant towards her, attaching its chain around her neck and gently lowering the gems to settle upon the smooth pale skin between the swells of her breasts.  I smiled, content that the jewels had found a much more deserving home and much more appealing cleavage than anything the corsairs could have offered it.

“You have made my daughter very happy, and an old father even happier,” the mayor sighed with glee.  “You must stay one more night so we can feast and wine in your honor.  It is the least my daughter and I can repay you for your troubles.”  The young girl giggled again and smiled at me with a hint that confirmed there was more than food and wine on offer.  I smiled back, tantalised.

“Well that sounds quite wonderful, don’t you think…girls?”  My last word in the sentence failed to retain the excited pitch in my voice as I turned to greet the cold stare of Evette.

“Unfortunately, your honor,” Evette addressed the mayor directly; “we are already many days late from our return trip to Kryta.”

Evette!” I hissed.  The mayor’s face drooped with disappointment.  I turned an embarrassed look towards the old man and his puzzled daughter.  “Really, I’m sure we can stay a little while longer,” I stammered, watching the look of hope reappear on the daughter’s face.

“Please stay,” the young girl’s voice floated like birdsong into my attentive ears.  She reached forward and held onto my arm gently.  I found myself grinning uncontrollably as I looked into her wide, admiring eyes.  “I want to hear more about your adventures, and how you dealt with those ghastly bandits.”

“What a good idea,” Evette interrupted me with a conniving grin on her face.  “Maybe we could stay and tell them…everything.”  I turned sharply to look at her with panic.  I could see the subtle threat in her hawk-like eyes.

You wouldn’t!”  I hissed again, so that the young girl nearby couldn’t hear.

“Wanna bet?” Evette smiled crookedly.  “I have an all-expenses paid vacation waiting for me in Kryta.  And I’m getting impatient.  I’m not waiting around so you can familiarise yourself with the local …produce.”  Evette looked the confused young girl up and down with disdain.

“This isn’t about your vacation,” I laughed back, smugly.  “My dear Evette, are you by any chance… jealous?”

“Oh please,” she laughed back in a manner that was a little too convincing for my liking.  “What strange and quite disgusting thoughts you entertain in that selfish little head of yours!”

I paused - hurt by Evette’s words and flustered by the position she was putting me in.  I laughed nervously again as I looked back at the expectant young girl at my side.

“I’m not kidding,” whispered Evette.  “Your young lady friend will be quite impressed when I tell her all about the ingenious mode of transport we used for the safe return of her prized heirloom.”

“Alright, alright!” I hushed her quickly and turned back to the young girl and her father.  Speaking loud enough for them all to hear, I called out,” My companion here has reminded me that we have pressing business that cannot be delayed any further.  It is with great regret that we must decline your generous offer, take our agreed reward and make haste to pastures new.”

I felt my heart and loins wilt with disappointment as the young girl dropped her hand from my arm and the mayor nodded sadly to acknowledge my words.  “Very well, Mr o’Ferral.  It was wishful thinking that a man as busy and in such high demand as yourself could grace our humble village for long.  Come, let us arrange your payment and allow you and your companions to be on their way.”

I glanced back at the smiling and satisfied face of Evette with a pout of frustration.  Gloatingly, she winked at me.  “There’s a good boy.”

~*~



If Evette’s face had been content after our ‘negotiations’ in the village hall, she was positively gleaming once we approached the Istani docks sporting bulging belt pouches containing the fifteen platinum pieces that had now been added to our original profits for the trip.

“Ah the smell of the sea,” she breathed with a smile.  “Doesn’t it just excite the soul?”

I looked back at the village as it faded from view.  “It smells of a two week voyage full of being sick and eating sun-dried food to me,” I replied, scorn dripping from my voice.

“Oh Finnegan,” Evette laughed.  I was certain I could sense a skip in her step as she turned to look at me.  Her next words took on the style of a mother teasing a small baby.  “Did the horrible ranger stop you playing the widdle game of roly-poly with the girly wirly with the long hair and the boobies?”

My cheeks flushed.  “Just drop it, Eve,” I stammered, “Envy doesn’t suit you.”

“Envy, hah!” she laughed at my obvious embarrassment.  “In your dreams, Mesmer.”

I shrugged, trying to show a lack of concern despite briefly wondering how she knew about my dreams.  She’s a ranger, not a mesmer, I had to remind myself.    Despite that, I sometimes wonder how Evette masks her emotions from me sometimes.  Not that I’m the best mind reader of my craft in the world.  I’ll be honest, I’ve never really been into the whole emotive communication and manipulation thing.  I’ve always thought that sort of thing was for the sissies really.  Illusionary magic is much more flamboyant in my opinion.  Although there were times when I wished I could read Evette’s true emotions and persuade her to finally see the attraction she unknowingly suppressed.

Evette really does have feelings for me, you see.  She just doesn’t know it yet.

We approached the docks and the scheduled boat trip that was prepared and ready to sail us back to Lions Arch with our goods and riches loaded on board.  It was as we neared the ramps to the boat when Abora noticed a strange ship moored next to ours with an unusual and interesting character.  The vessel was almost twice as large as the modest shuttle that we were going to use for our journey, its hull made from smooth sandy colored wood and with an expensive ivory trim.  The symbol of an exotic palm-tree and a laughing masquerade mask was illustrated on the white sails.

“Makuun,” Abora stated, without emotion.

“Beg your pardon?” I questioned, curious.

“The symbol of Resplendent Makuun.  That is a royal ship, under orders of Prince Bokka no doubt.  He rules from his pleasure city in the northern eastern province of Vabbi.  No doubt an important trade ship sent to secure exotic goods for the influx of expensive tastes that his kingdom is famously built upon.”

“Never heard of him,” I replied.  The thought of a ‘pleasure city’ perked up my interest though in the magnificent ship.

It was then that Evette noticed a number of well-dressed men that were lurking around the onramp of our departure zone.  “They seem very interested in our boat,” mumbled Evette to me as we approached.

As if to confirm Evette’s comment, a scramble of activity took place from the well dressed men as we came into earshot.  One particularly ornamented man, with a proud bulging waistline, a golden sash wrapped around his thick neck and with multiple studs lining the edges of his ears stepped forward from the crowd to approach us.  His skin was dark and his head was devoid of hair, allowing the sun to bounce dazzlingly from his pate.  His eyes were huge and bright, his cheeks round and high as his face broke into a smile so big and wide that it could challenge a sand wurm to a pie eating contest.  And probably win.

“I be looking for Finnegan o’Ferral of the lands of Kryta!”  The man’s thick accent rolled the words as if he was declaring the opening scene of a play.  “Pray tell, have you news of such a man?”

We all stood and paused with confused shock as none of us appeared to know what to say.  The abundance of extravagant richness worn by the man was hypnotising, and I could sense a level of interest from Evette beside me too.  There was gold and gems on almost every inch of the man’s clothes.  So much wealth stood on display before us as we took in the spectacle.  I didn’t need emphatic mind powers to know that Evette was thinking the same thing as me.

My instinctive sense that there was a profitable opportunity involved galvanised me into answering the Vabbian.

“I am, indeed, Finnegan o’Ferral himself,” I declared, proudly, my chest puffed in pride.

The man’s broad mouth remained open as he inspected me closer, then promptly he closed it with a snap, the folds of skin around his neck wobbling like a turkey’s wattle.

“You are Finnegan o’Ferral, legendary courier of the three continents, master swashbuckler of the sea and land, expert Mesmer of the illusionary court, who single handily beheaded the great Ettin warchief Barooga, who bravely rescued Lady Promellia of Surmia from the Charr warbands and returned her to her father, who retrieved the ancient tomes of Ishtela from the Temple of Despair, who transported the Chosen of Kryta to the refuge of the Shining Blade?”

I paused again as I listened to his brief summary of my past exploits, then shrugged and regained my look of pride.  “The very same,” I smiled.

The broad bald man looked me up and down once more with a hint of uncertainty glazing his big bright eyes.

“I somehow expected you to be…,” he waved his thick stubby hands around flamboyantly like an overacting thespian before finally finding the best word he could to complete the sentence,”…stronger?”

My shoulders sagged a little, and then slumped completely when I heard Evette’s snort of stifled laughter beside me.

“It takes more than muscle to outwit my many foes,” I replied with one of my rehearsed responses.  This wasn’t the first time my appearance had disappointed those that first met me and knew of my past achievements.

“Very..well,” the Vabbian smiled, bemused.  “If you are he, then it is good that we meet.”

“It is?” I smiled back, waiting to see what new opportunities were about to reveal themselves.

“I am Akhmedd of the Royal Court of his great Prince Bokka the Magnificent, from the capital of the exotic and the erotic, the Resplendent Makuun, a grand golden city of the largest wealth, the most fantasic art and the haven of all pleasures known to man, from the great and powerful nation of Vabbi.”

My eyes widened at least five separate times during the strange man’s introduction until, by the end of it, I was practically hanging off his every word with a look that rivalled the expression of a freshly exercised dog.

And with an alluring gleam in his eye, the Vabbian’s accented words continued to roll off his thick tongue, “Master o’Ferral.  My prince has a proposition for you.  One that could make you an extremely wealthy man.”



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01-23-2008 04:30 PM
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I sense trouble >_>

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Whens the nxt chapter!! =D

You know me and reading bro.... like it =)
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awesome so far m8 :D

am am loling rather loudly throught the lot of it

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i think finnegan will gel well with the rest of the boys!

great job, man! post more! finnegan reminds me of a better groomed ash from the evil dead series. hail to the king, baby!


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