Post by StoryGirl83 on Aug 27, 2008 21:06:06 GMT -5
Chapter Seven – The Demon Merchant
and MarchezDown in the underworld the Warlock was sitting at his stone table. There was a selection of gels on the table.
A human looking demon was standing in front of him with a bag on his shoulder.
“And there will get rid of their pesky orbing ability, Marchez?” the Warlock asked the demon merchant, Marchez.
“No,” Marchez admitted. “They will only make the ability inaccessible.”
The Warlock scowled at him. “I want their orbing gone, not inaccessible. How long does it last?”
Marchez gave him an indulgent smile that claimed without a word that he was in control. “Until an antidote is used.”
“And what is the antidote?” the Warlock wanted to know so that he could make sure to keep the two witchlighters far away from whatever it was.
“There is no known antidote,” Marchez told him in an almost lazy tone.
The Warlock looked at him with interest. “No antidote? Has anyone attempted?”
“Of course people have attempted,” Marchez told him sounding a little annoyed that a mere warlock would doubt his word. “None have succeeded. I should warn you though that this doesn’t just effect orbing, so don’t get any on you if you want to be able to blink.”
Pleasure spread across the Warlock’s face. “It looks like you have yourself a deal. What about the other gels?”
“Various offensive and defensive gels,” Marchez told him off hand. “The red one packs a nasty punch when it hits something. The green one heals. The yellow one is a defensive barrier that lasts about five minutes. They are extra though.”
“How much of the gel must touch them before it takes effect?” the Warlock asked eyeing the innocuous looking gel.
“About half a pack,” Marches told him as he picked up a pack of the blue gel and held it out to the Warlock, “but it must touch skin. Are you interested in the other gels or should I put them away?”
“For not just the blue gel,” the Warlock decided. “I think I should like some of the others in the future, but first things first. Six of the blue gels as we agreed upon.”
“Why so many?” Marchez asked, a little surprised. “That’s twelve doses.”
“I would be stupid to underestimate this opponent,” the Warlock told him a bit bitterly. “They are smart and their family has been outwitting the underworld at every attempt.”
Marchez considered this and shrugged. So long as he got his money, he didn’t really care the reason. “Do you have my pay?”
“Hold out your hand,” the Warlock instructed.
Raising his eyebrows, Marchez held out his hand, palm down.
The Warlock turned it over and places his hand over that of Marchez. There was a glow between their hands causing Marchez to wince. After a moment the Warlock took his hand away. “Go to the wall on my left. Place your palm on it and move your hand until it stops. Once it stops turn your palm one-hundred-and-eighty degrees and the wall should open. You’ll find your payment there.”
Marchez pulled the bag off his shoulder. He put the red, yellow, and green gels in the bag, leaving the two blue ones on the table. He reached into his bag and pulled out four more bags of gel. “These are made to break on contact with the skin of those who weald good magic. That way it is harder for them to be used against evil and easier to use them against good. Make sure you throw it at the right target.”
With eyebrows raised, the Warlock asked, “Are they all of them like that?”
“Only if appropriate,” Marchez told him reasonably as he walked toward the wall.
An evil smile slowly formed on the Warlock face as he examined the gels and considered his plans.
