So, I am horribly behind on posting. I am also behind on my stories. So, here is part of the backlog. Keltyr and Dorri managed to get the key to Tahlian’s room from Katanya. They thought long and hard about what kind of trick they wanted to play. The idea was to plant bombs in the hunter’s room. They really haven’t thought what Tahlian might think of this. It’s a fun prank for them. Dorri drank too much the night before, while Kel was up making bombs with Roxka. Roxka is the orc in the picture below.
“I don’t want to get up.” She told Keltyr after he poked her for a third time. She had already buried her head beneath the blankets. He stuck his hands underneath the blanket and she lashed out in irritation. She grabbed the back of his knee and pulled. Figuring, in her headache hampered planning, that if he fell on his ass, her lover would leave her alone for a little while longer.
Sometimes, she forgot just how quick he was. Instead of having the decency to just take his fall, the other blood knight grabbed her arm and pulled her off the bed. With a loud squawk, she landed in a heap across his legs with her covers falling with a loud plop behind her. Since he was laughing, she blindly punched him in the side.
Kel cursed and Dorri scowled for a moment. “Light, damn, move your hand!.” She slapped his hand away from where he had pressed it against his side, revealing the rather spectacular bruise she had given him last night. She called on the light and felt that warm power flow out of her into him. As his breathing grew less hitched, his grin returned.
“My ass is cold.” She told him with pique and then squawked as he slapped the body part in question. They wrestled on the floor for a few minutes, giggling and laughing. Eventually she had him pinned on the floor. Dorri slammed his shoulders back against the floorboards just once to make her point. She watched suspiciously as one of his hands moved at her side, but he grabbed the tail end of the blanket and pulled it so it lay at his side. Keltyr held his hands out to his side and Dorri took the invitation. She curled up at beside him, letting Keltyr pull the covers over her. As usual, he seemed completely unaffected by the cold floor beneath him.
“Right, there’s been no sign of him. You should get dressed so we can toss the bombs in.”
Dorri lifted her eyes from his chest to stare at the three large crates filled with explosives, or rather what looked like explosives. Kel had spent at least two evenings crafting them with the orc woman, Roxka. Last night he had assured her that they were duds, just a few had to at least look real to convey the proper sense of danger.
“I need to wash up first.” She could already feel the oil in her hair and smell the visceral stink of her unwashed skin. Strange, she never seemed to mind Keltyr’s smells.
“You can take a bath when we finish with the trick. I’ll help.” Dorri snickered, knowing exactly what kind of help he would be. In response, her lover went back to playfully poking her.
“Okay! Okay! I need to get my clothes.” A slightly crumpled bundle of slacks, shirt and small clothes was shoved into her face. “How long have you been trying to wake me up?”
“Couple of hours.” He was grinning as she started to get dressed. It took him only a few seconds to throw a shirt on. She sighed as she was pulled away from messing with her hair. Still, she was as excited as he was once they dragged the crates down the stairs and stood in front of Tahlian’s room. Keltyr pulled the key they had acquired from Katanya out of his pocket and opened the door.
Dorri shuffled through the door with the large crate and then stopped dead in her tracks. At first, she thought that the large bear skin rug in the center of the room looked uncomfortably lumpy, then the open mouth closed and it opened its eyes. The two large lumps on either side of the bear opened their eyes too. She was blocking the doorway, so Keltyr shoved her forward.
Dorri stumbled forward, and the duds dropped out of the crate in her hands and rolled across the floor. Her ears caught the sound of movement from another room.
“Umm, Kel.”
The other blood knight had his back to her, dragging in the last crate. “Hmm?”
Dorri watched the two cats and the bear slowly get to their feet. She figured that with the furniture between them and the animals, they would have to come at her one at a time. A large reptilian head appeared from behind the corner. She elbowed Keltyr to the side, dragged the crate into the room. Kel looked up as she got the crates through the door. Before she could straighten up, Keltyr pulled her through the doorway and slammed it shut behind them.
They both jumped as they heard the sound of something banging against the door.
“RUN!” She was not sure who shouted, but they both dashed down the stairs at full speed. Dorri pushed Azuregaze’s human wife out of the way as she bolted for the outside. She heard the woman scream at them and saw a round tray streak past her into the street, hitting a troll hunter in the back of the head. Keltyr ran past her, turned around to shout something back into the inn. The woman’s reply, whatever it was, was drowned out by the loud and dramatic display from the enraged troll. Dorri took one look at Keltyr and they kept running.
Neither of them bothered to pay attention to where they were running. When they stopped, panting for breath and still managing to laugh, Dorri had completely lost track of where they were. Thick grass was beneath their feet, but the wall of the city was on one side and the tall walls of a building were on the other.
After a few minutes, Dorri shivered in the chill air. Keltyr wrapped his arms around her, still smiling gleefully.
“I’m not going to get my bath.”
“You can take it later. The water will still be there. We can buy you a cloak later.” The blood knight’s smile changed to a pensive frown. “I would change one thing though.”
“What? I thought it went fine.”
Her eyes narrowed as he struggled to keep the frown. “Next time, I am picking you out a skirt.” She would have hit him, the thought did cross her mind. But as he lowered his lips to hers, she had to admit that a skirt would have made things easier.