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Magick! Mercenaries! & Memes 006

I wake up this morning to a text from a phone number I haven’t seen since 1998. All it reads is two words, and I kind of just stare at my phone for a minute.

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[Tony’s Dead]

03/05/2020

{KingD0mcom}

I wake up this morning to a text from a phone number I haven’t seen since 1998. All it reads is two words, and I kind of just stare at my phone for a minute.

[Tony’s dead.]

The number by the way is my old house number. I haven’t had a landline in 20 years. I know the number if only because they have you write it a thousand times in school as a kid.

Well, I need my coffee.

I sip my brew in silence. The grey overcast from outside permeates through my windows and adds to this silence.

Tony was a good kid. He was clever. Too clever maybe, and more importantly he was careful, but maybe not careful enough. Tony was like a brother to me.

I’m worried. I’m concerned. I’m angry. I’m so angry.

I stare at the long healed over scar running down my forearm. It’s still pins and needles if I ever press into it.

I never ran. I never hid, I’m right here. It should have been his stupid fucking house making courtesy calls.

I call into work and request the next few weeks off. “There’s been a death in the family.”

They oblige. Human compassion and the ability to find appropriate coverage in emergency situations, if you ask me, that’s all the magic we need in this world.

I take another sip of my coffee.

I pack my suitcase light.

A few changes of clothes, a good blanket for the road, some soap and a toothbrush and toothpaste. I grab my passport, just in case shit doesn’t stay domestic. I pull an old chest down from my closet.  

Inside it rests a beautiful black dagger, in the likeness of the old marine knives, the ones they used before they started issuing KA Bar. This one is special though, it doesn’t just cut flesh, it cuts magic.

This is Dys. Just Dys. I forged Dys myself. Etched into her are sigils that keep her stable and cold.

Who needs a key when all you need is one good knife.

Underneath Dys lays a cushion. I remove the cushion to reveal a hand gun, a few empty mags and a holster. There are a few boxes of ammunition. I pack them.

This is Sway. Along its barrel are beautifully carved runes, runes that haven’t been seen in millennia by human eye... runes that were meant for a spear that never misses.... runes that I had to bribe the dwarves for. Gold, dwarves love gold.

I step out my front door and lock it behind me. I pack my suitcase in the trunk. Dys And Sway are kept on my person. I climb into my car, take one last look at my house and back out of my driveway.

“I’m comin’ Tony.”

I don’t play music on the drive for at least an hour.


To be continued...

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