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Wednesday, October 1, 2014

[Tekkids]: Lit Trailer

An excerpt from the beginning of Chapter 2:


    From the onset of the night before, after they left the small post for trading caravans, it didn't take long until their 'guides' turned out to be the opposite of what was promised. It didn't come at a complete surprise--they'd been half-expecting it after they'd gotten past the crowds and out into the rural reaches of Lemmingstown. True guides traveled slower and with more gear. Even then, it was better to travel with someone, anyone, instead of venture out all alone, just the two of them. If anything, it would give extra fodder on the road in case of another attack.

    After barely making it away from the glow of the last campfire their would-be woodsman were already setting the snare to sell them back into slavery, saying they should make camp away from too many prying eyes so no one would come upon their little group in the night. It wouldn't be the first time this happened. Someone making a promise and meaning the opposite of what they said. How quickly "keep you safe" could mean "attack and sell you". Usually, these poachers of people waited longer to earn trust before springing the trap. Rosy and Kehl had known shackles, but history wasn't going to repeat so soon. Nor would it ever have to, if they were prepared to pay the price.

    The one called Allar went after Rosy first, silently lashing a tethered cord around her while she bent to set out her sleeping roll. She only got out a squeak before the man's hand was around her mouth, his knee in the small of her back forcing her to the ground. The other guide of the Fen, Lukus, nabbed Kehl in one arm, and Kehl ripped that arm off, a clean break from the shoulder socket. Rosy didn't have that kind of power, but she still had teeth and sunk them into her assailant's hand. He cried out in pain, but that didn't deter him from making a few more coils in the nylon binding rope now woven around her small body. The cords gripped into her skin through her thick orange fur dress and hurt despite the layers...


And that's all you get! "Wait, did a kid just rip a dude's arm out of its socket?" My, aren't you the observant one. Here's hoping you'll want to know more of these two and what will happen to them. Needless to say, looks like the two guides-turned-slavers won't be main characters.

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