{"id":1529,"date":"2016-03-26T10:00:50","date_gmt":"2016-03-26T14:00:50","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/jeezjosie.com\/blog\/?p=1529"},"modified":"2016-01-08T09:42:43","modified_gmt":"2016-01-08T13:42:43","slug":"rhiallis-teleportation-pt-4","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/jeezjosie.com\/blog\/2016\/03\/rhiallis-teleportation-pt-4\/","title":{"rendered":"Rhiallis: Teleportation, pt. 4"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Today\u2019s snippet, titled \u201cTeleportation, pt. 4\u201d, is a piece I wrote about my PC in Mark&#8217;s Pathfinder Campaign.<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Yes, another multi-part chapter. Chapter Forty was a beast &#8211; totaling about four thousand words, which may not seem like that much. Still, when you think that an average novel has about a hundred thousand, that&#8217;s 1\/25th of a novel. Which maybe doesn&#8217;t seem like much <i>either<\/i> but really, it is. I swear, really.<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Be forewarned, there may be mature themes and naughty language below.<br \/>\n&#8211; \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 &#8211;<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; \tThe trip to Ryvandale was smooth and when they landed, Rhiallis hardly wanted to vomit at all.<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; \t\u201cI think I\u2019m getting the hang of this,\u201d Aimsley said, tossing her braid over her shoulder. \u201cDon\u2019t you?\u201d<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; \tRhiallis nodded.<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; \tThey split up, making plans to meet back in this very spot three hours hence. Sadie\u2019s favorite purchase of the day was better left unmentioned, though she laughed and promised to return to that shop again in the future. Rhiallis was far from prudish, but the harnesses and clamps and two-foot-long shafts of ivory or marble or polished wood made her blush like a virgin on her wedding night.<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; \t\u201cMira\u2019s cloak was of the first sphere, but she was hoping we could find one of the second?\u201d<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; \tThe shopkeeper shook his head. \u201cNone of the second here, though I do have this.\u201d He moved away and shuffled around amongst his wares before snapping out an exquisite cloak with a flourish. \u201cThird sphere. Very expensive, but very worth it.\u201d<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; \tCeleste and Rhiallis exchanged a glance. Mira\u2019s share of the proceeds they had gathered so far would easily cover it and the upgrade would surely please her.<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; \t\u201cWe\u2019ll take it,\u201d they said in unison.<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; \tAimsley and Sadie were waiting at the appointed hour, anxious to move on. Ryvandale was a beautiful city &#8211; one of the loveliest and cleanest in the region, certainly &#8211; but Aimsley had gotten word that Egede might have something she was searching for and they were ready to go.<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; \tEgede, a Mendevian border city on the shores of the Lake of Mists &#038; Veils, was crowded with crusaders. Many of them seemed to be on leave from the front. They were frequenting the many taverns and brothels with frenzied abandon. Rhiallis did not disapprove of drinking or of sexual relations, but she turned her nose up at the notion of prostitutes. So often, they were forced into the life and were little more than slaves. Chattle. Still, the city leaders went to extreme measures to ensure that safety and cleanliness of temple whores and Rhiallis imagined that diseases were rare enough here &#8211; what with its heavy population of paladins.<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; \t\u201cI found one. Finally!\u201d<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; \tCeleste shook her head. \u201cI cannot believe it took you four cities in three nations to find a simple haversack.\u201d<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; \t\u201cWell, this one is the right shade of blue, you see. And-\u201d<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; \tShe held up her hand. \u201cNevermind. Let\u2019s find a decent inn &#8211; preferably one without whores in the beds &#8211; and get some rest. Tomorrow, we return to Drezen.\u201d<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; \t\u201cAt last.\u201d Rhiallis tucked one of her braids behind her ear. \u201cIt feels as if we have been gone for weeks.\u201d<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; \t\u201cJust a few days. We\u2019ll be back soon enough.\u201d<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; \tSadie elbowed Rhiallis. \u201cI\u2019m sure your boooooyfriend will be waiting for you.\u201d<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; \t\u201cMy what?\u201d She felt her cheeks flushing.<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; \t\u201cYou know. That paladin who works for Irabeth. Jamie? James? Whatever. He\u2019s got a blue-veined custard chucker he wants to introduce you to.\u201d<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; \t\u201cSADIE!\u201d Aimsley\u2019s pale face turned several shades of crimson. Celeste snorted behind her hand, not quite able to maintain her stoic dignity.<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; \tRhiallis felt her mouth fall open in shock.<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; \t\u201cYeah, that\u2019s pretty much the face he wants to see.\u201d She grinned wickedly.<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; \tSlamming her jaw shut, she stammered.  \u201cThat\u2019s- that\u2019s- That\u2019s the most vulgar thing I\u2019ve ever heard.\u201d<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; \t\u201cI notice you\u2019re not denying it!\u201d<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; \t\u201cWell,\u201d Rhiallis smoothed her hair back, trying to regain her composure. \u201cA paladin rarely lies.\u201d<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; \tThey broke into raucous laughter and Rhiallis was glad when the moment passed, that Aimsley deftly changed the subject. She had refrained from thinking of James for days, letting their more immediate goals dominate her mind. But now she could see nothing but his handsome face when she closed her eyes; those intense green eyes poring into her own. A longing began to build, deep in her core, and she stood up suddenly, flushed to her hairline.<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; \t\u201cI think I should go up and get some sleep. Good night.\u201d<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; \tThough she could not see it, she knew the three of them were exchanging pointed looks behind her back. Climbing the steps, Rhiallis wondered, <em>if they can tell, so easily, how attracted we are to one other\u2026 who else knows? Oh Gods, are they all talking about it when we\u2019re away? Do they all talk about his &#8211; what did she call it? I can\u2019t even\u2026 oh Gods. Oh\u2026 Gods\u2026 <\/em><br \/>\n\tShe sat on the edge of her rented bed, held her hands in her head, and closed her eyes. She did not know whether to laugh, or cry.<br \/>\n&#8211; \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 &#8211;<br \/>\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/jeezjosie.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/03\/signature.jpg\" alt=\"Signed, Josie\" width=\"92\" height=\"139\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-13\" \/><br \/>\n<i>Note: Image is &#8220;King Jagiello Statue Central&#8221; by (Mulligand) from SXC.hu; edited by me<\/i><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Today\u2019s snippet, titled \u201cTeleportation, pt. 4\u201d, is a piece I wrote about my PC in Mark&#8217;s Pathfinder Campaign. &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Yes, another multi-part chapter. Chapter Forty was a beast &#8211; totaling about four thousand words, which may not seem like that much. 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