Mythica: The Necromancer Page #3

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No, but,

you might know where he is.

Come closer.

The Eel is in love

with a whore named Yuliya.

She's at the Rose Traveling Brothel,

camped just outside of Ungkirk,

south of the Illustrium mine.

If the Eel is hiding from the world,

that's where he'll be.

Thank you.

No.

- We're leaving.

- You bastard, what have you done!

No witnesses.

I'll kill you!

Get off me.

Get... off... me...

Your friend... will die.

You will obey me,

- or not another messenger will be released.

- You're a vile man.

- How do you live with yourself?

- I can ask you the same...

Necromancer.

- Did you find him?

- Yes.

- What happened?

- We know where the Eel is, lets go.

Dire wolves.

Maybe half a league away, at most.

We need to build a fire, and soon.

And if a swallow or an owl make pray of it,

what then?

My beetles are pray to nothing.

What is that you give them?

Only the Nuri cement they need.

How long have you had them

with you?

None of them are older

then 2 years,

but I've kept their lineage,

since I was a boy.

- Would you like to hold him?

- No, I... I couldn't, I...

They're clean.

They are a friend to the farmer

and then huntsman.

They are the ideal organism.

What is it you whisper to them,

when you send them back to the den?

One word...

Home.

I'll take the watch.

I can't sleep, anyway.

Yeah...

Me neither.

How's the, eh...

training with Gojun Pye going?

- He wants me to be something that I'm not.

- What, Deity?

Elegant, even?

Gentle, perhaps?

- It's not funny.

- It was a bit funny.

He wants me to,

dedicate myself completely.

Because that would make you more

like, what?

Teela?

I don't know.

Like him...

Like a... hero, I guess?

Marek, you...

You're not at all

like any of the other girls.

You know, you're...

You're one of a kind.

I don't wanna be different.

There's great power in you.

And I don't mean your magic.

You know what you want

and you go after it.

Without hesitation.

Ascent.

I don't always know what I want.

I can't.

- You can't...

- I want to, but I... I can't.

Good morning, darling.

How did you sleep?

I know...

I'd like to say,

nothing happened last night.

Of course, nothing did happen,

last night.

It wasn't nothing.

I'm sorry.

Sorry, for what?

For stopping something,

that could ruin our friendship.

And the chance of something better, maybe,

happening in the future.

- It's yours.

- Thank you, Dagen.

You really are the perfect gentleman.

Not a perfect gentleman.

Something is better than nothing, after all.

This must be it.

The Rose.

I frequented better.

I frequented worse.

The tired soldiers could do worse.

Get your hands of me.

I'm waiting outside.

I don't like to be touched by creatures

as diseased and vile as these.

The three of you search for the Eel

and his woman.

If you find either of them,

bring them to me, immediately.

Allright.

- Immediately.

- Understood.

Hello and welcome, travelers.

Good lady of the Rose,

we have travelled far for this...

Pleasure.

- And pleasure ye shall have.

- We're, eh... looking for a woman named Yuliya.

Sorry...

Is there a woman here

called Yuliya, yet?

- We must see her.

- For two, please.

Three silver.

No, wait.

No, no, no. We just want to talk to her.

She's a very popular girl.

Each.

Yes!

Yuliya?

I love you ears.

- They're hardly my best feature.

- Allright.

Come on.

You brought friends.

- We can play...

- We're not here for your services.

Well...

I mean...

Not initially, no.

Well, I don't have any more sniff.

So, whoever told you I was selling

gave you old information.

Sorry.

Actually, we're eh...

We're looking for a smuggler,

called the Eel.

Is he a friend of yours?

Yuliya?

- Shouldn't we take her to Betylla?

- I'm not letting him anywhere near her.

- Why not?

- He'll kill her.

He will kill Thane if he finds out

that we've lied to him.

Betylla needs us just as much

as we need him.

It'll be fine.

Yuliya.

Where is he?

Finding him,

could save a close friend.

I haven't seen him in...

close on two moons.

Its... and he was going on about a ship

to the Eastern Kingdoms.

He was more than just a friend.

Is that all?

Did you want something else with me?

No. No, thank you.

Marek...

Imbeciles!

- Where is the Eel?

- He's gone. He's gone!

Worthy apetite

for a girl in the chucks.

How long you've been of the sniff,

a moon, yet?

She has told you everything she knows!

He's across the Eastern Sea by now!

Have mercy, Betylla. Please, mercy!

I can explain. This isn't my fault,

just listen to me.

You owe Peregus Malister,

of the Thieves Guild,

five stone of refined illustrium.

Where is it?

- Well, it's a funny story actually, befo...

- Where?

Golgotians, Betylla.

The mine has been overrun

with Golgotian soldiers.

- You're lying.

- No I'm not. I'm sorry. I'm not lying.

I only got out, because I know the mines better

than they do.

They must be exporting to the East.

If you don't have it

and you can't find it,

- than you're of no use to the Guild.

- I can get you your shipment, I can get it!

- I can get it.

- How?

When the Golgotians attacked,

I stashed everything there was,

at least three stones worth,

And I know where it is.

I can get it.

You'll take us there.

Yuliya!

- Alton!

- Goodbye, my love!

It was lovely to meet you.

Let's go.

Don't ever betray us like that again.

I will do whatever it takes, Marek.

I'm surprised you won't do the same.

You see it?

This is crawling with them.

And what are Golgotians

doing so far from their country?

They've discovered the power

of voluntary enslavement.

They rarely steal the illustrium

for themselves.

They're digging too fast, too deep.

The whole thing is gonna erupt,

if the cave demons don't get to them first.

Then you better get on with it.

Do you see that retreat down there?

It's where I dropped your shipment.

Who's he?

The man in charge.

His name is To kora.

He doesn't look Golgotian to me.

- I shouldn't have come. We're all...

- Calm down. What's gotten into you?

- He's looking for me. He knows I'm here.

- Who's looking for... Who's looking for you?

Hey, you're scarring me.

He knows I'm here.

Are you talking about the man in the cloak?

He's not even looking this way,

he's gone into a tent.

To kora.

It means, "dark art" in Golgotian.

- Marek, what is it?

- It's Szorlok.

It can't be.

- Why would he care about illustrium.

- That's not why he's here.

There.

There. Is that the illustrium

they're burning up?

That's it.

We've burned it before with fire,

but that pile is worth a fortune.

What?

What are they doing with it?

- We need to go, I think Marek is right.

- He's here for the Darkspore.

My only concern is your shipment.

It's the only thing

that will save your precious friend.

Yes.

This shipment is what matters most.

It's a good day for you, Vitalion.

I've seen another one

of Betylla's beetles.

I guess...

I don't get to kill you

for one more day.

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