giko
January 6th, 2004, 03:21 AM
I am starting off on a longheld dream to write a fantasy novel.
Just curious what you think about the prologue.......
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The unrelenting fury of the Cabak Clan was well known in Chibal, but Giko had never expected it to be unleashed upon him! After all, he had only been collecting paltry sums from the local fishermen in exchange for the ensured “welfare” of their vessels! However, at this moment a large Cabak Assasin descended down Giko’s alley in a signature black cloak, his eyes focused on Giko’s door. A telltale black-stained axe hung loosely from his side.
Giko lived in a typical Chibaldian dwelling, adorned with two tiny porthole windows, and no door other than the one the Cabak was fast approaching. There was no chance for escape….except for the chimney! Giko frantically wedged his way into the base of the hearth, and began to ascend the slippery walls.
The Cabak blew open the weak entrance with a single kick, and quickly spotted helpless Giko wedged halfway up the chimney, his huge feet dangling in midair.
“Giko, is this the hospitality you extend to your guests?”, the Cabak spit out in disgust.
“Sorry lad! Ya caught me in the middle of cleaning my hearth! I didn’t hear you enter, give me but a brief moment to descend.”, Giko stuttered.
Giko struggled furiously to get out of the chimney, kicking ash about the room. His struggles proved futile, for he was now wedged in solidly, his girth from many years of downing turnip ale coming back to bite him at a most inopportune time.
“Can’t wiggle your fat rump out eh?”, the huge Cabak spit out in disgust. “’Tis said in Chibald that a dwarf as rotund as yourself could only be a Cabak noble. For only a Cabak noble could afford the funds to grow so large in girth! And you Giko, are no Cabak noble. I say you look more of a thieving hog! And a hog with his hocks dangling above a most convenient fire.”
At that moment the Cabak let loose a furious chop at Giko’s dangling legs with his black stained axe, severing both legs at the knee. Giko let out a howling wail that all of the south shore could surely hear. His entire body tensed at the searing pain creeping up his spine. When feeling returned a few moments later, he heard the Cabak methodically adding kindling to the hearth below.
“Live as a hog, die as a hog Giko!”, the Cabak screamed as he threw a flaming bottle of ale into the hearth. The flames leapt up high and immediately sprung to life on what remained of Giko’s trousers. Giko screamed even louder than before, the flames quickly engulfing his stout body and thick beard. The Cabak strolled slowly towards the door as Giko struggled in his death throes, and made his way out to the alley.
As the assasin turned the corner towards the main road, he glanced back to rising smoke from Giko’s chimney. What a fool Giko had been to cross the Cabak Clan! And even more the fool for placing himself in a position to be so humiliated in death. The Cabak had killed dozens of Chibald residents for crossing his clan, but this killing would certainly be one of the most bizarre. His victim had not only offered no resistance, but had wedged himself into his own chimney, with both wood and kindling just below. How convenient! The Cabak laughed to himself, and continued down the road puffing on his intoxicating weed. It was time to find some female companionship.
Just curious what you think about the prologue.......
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The unrelenting fury of the Cabak Clan was well known in Chibal, but Giko had never expected it to be unleashed upon him! After all, he had only been collecting paltry sums from the local fishermen in exchange for the ensured “welfare” of their vessels! However, at this moment a large Cabak Assasin descended down Giko’s alley in a signature black cloak, his eyes focused on Giko’s door. A telltale black-stained axe hung loosely from his side.
Giko lived in a typical Chibaldian dwelling, adorned with two tiny porthole windows, and no door other than the one the Cabak was fast approaching. There was no chance for escape….except for the chimney! Giko frantically wedged his way into the base of the hearth, and began to ascend the slippery walls.
The Cabak blew open the weak entrance with a single kick, and quickly spotted helpless Giko wedged halfway up the chimney, his huge feet dangling in midair.
“Giko, is this the hospitality you extend to your guests?”, the Cabak spit out in disgust.
“Sorry lad! Ya caught me in the middle of cleaning my hearth! I didn’t hear you enter, give me but a brief moment to descend.”, Giko stuttered.
Giko struggled furiously to get out of the chimney, kicking ash about the room. His struggles proved futile, for he was now wedged in solidly, his girth from many years of downing turnip ale coming back to bite him at a most inopportune time.
“Can’t wiggle your fat rump out eh?”, the huge Cabak spit out in disgust. “’Tis said in Chibald that a dwarf as rotund as yourself could only be a Cabak noble. For only a Cabak noble could afford the funds to grow so large in girth! And you Giko, are no Cabak noble. I say you look more of a thieving hog! And a hog with his hocks dangling above a most convenient fire.”
At that moment the Cabak let loose a furious chop at Giko’s dangling legs with his black stained axe, severing both legs at the knee. Giko let out a howling wail that all of the south shore could surely hear. His entire body tensed at the searing pain creeping up his spine. When feeling returned a few moments later, he heard the Cabak methodically adding kindling to the hearth below.
“Live as a hog, die as a hog Giko!”, the Cabak screamed as he threw a flaming bottle of ale into the hearth. The flames leapt up high and immediately sprung to life on what remained of Giko’s trousers. Giko screamed even louder than before, the flames quickly engulfing his stout body and thick beard. The Cabak strolled slowly towards the door as Giko struggled in his death throes, and made his way out to the alley.
As the assasin turned the corner towards the main road, he glanced back to rising smoke from Giko’s chimney. What a fool Giko had been to cross the Cabak Clan! And even more the fool for placing himself in a position to be so humiliated in death. The Cabak had killed dozens of Chibald residents for crossing his clan, but this killing would certainly be one of the most bizarre. His victim had not only offered no resistance, but had wedged himself into his own chimney, with both wood and kindling just below. How convenient! The Cabak laughed to himself, and continued down the road puffing on his intoxicating weed. It was time to find some female companionship.