Slave Pits of the Tyrannical God (Path of Transcendence Book 2) by Brian McGoldrick Page B
Authors: Brian McGoldrick
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disgusting males they keep advancing to stick his pathetic little male-thing in me. If only Canth had a recognized provenance, I would use him for impregnating myself, before casting him aside again. A progeny sired by a male of his prowess have much better prospects for being of use to me.
Turning her attention back to the supplicants, Aluras'bektsh'tar stepped into the room and paused, watching The Postmen. More silent than a ghost, Canth moved in next to her, while she calmly and coldly evaluated them.
All but one of them were Possessed, their minds and souls not matching with their bodies. The female Half-Alfar with a human on either side of her would be the one called Alva. From their positioning, she was the obvious leader of the group, but her relationship with the human male at her right was not a simple superior to subordinate relationship. Judging by his appearance the male should be the one called Graham. The pair of them were the founders of the Possessed guild called The Postmen.
The human female on Alva's left was clearly subordinate to the other two and was extremely nervous. She was not someone that fit any of the descriptions or images that Aluras'bektsh'tar's spies had collected.
The other two were a middle-aged adult human male and an early teenage human male. The middle-aged man was Herodotus, and he was the one who had arranged the meeting on behalf of The Postmen. Herodotus was holding the the teenage human male close to his body while stroking his cheek the way one would stroke a pet's head.
Aluras'bektsh'tar gently touched Alva's mind with her psi. There was no sign of the Half-Alfar being aware of her probe, and she inserted it deeper, enabling her to more easily listen to their conversation though Alva's perceptions.
Graham stiffened for an instant, before turning to look behind himself.
*Alva, behind us.*
Alva turned, her eyes widening at the sight of the two DokkAlfar watching her party. The rest of the humans turned a few seconds after.
*When did they come in?* Alva's nervousness was obviousness, her voice held a slight tremor.
*I don't know. I had a feeling like there were predators behind us, and when I turned, they were standing there.*
Canth's cold eyes, as black as his midnight hair, raked over The Postmen. “You dare to remain standing? Kneel before the Clan Mistress of Clan Vardne'tar!”
Herodotus immediately fell to his knees and dragged the teenager with him. The other three Postmen looked from one to another.
Graham nodded. *We'd best do as he says. These DokkAlfar are vicious savages. You never know how they will react, if they think you are being disrespectful to them.*
Following Graham's example, the two females knelt on one knee, with the other leg bent.
*This is ridiculous. Bowing to a pair of medieval savages like this is embarrassing. Even if we are trapped in this world, we are from Earth, a civilized world.* The corners of Alva's mouth turned slightly downward, as her eyes squinted with her irritation.
*Alva, be careful! I warned you to watch your temper in here! You don't understand what kind of people we're dealing with. You spent almost all your time in the Empire of Ar. They're more or less urbane and have become so dependent on our information network that they treated you like a princess. These are DokkAlfar, the real power in the Battleground. No matter how strong it is in the Central Reaches, the Empire of Ar would never dare to offend them.*
*I KNOW, GRAHAM! This bitch's arrogant manner just annoys me. We have doctorates in engineering. We built real technology in this world, technology that applies sound scientific principles to their magic based mumbo jumbo. Even the Emperor of Ar doesn't dare try to make us kneel to him.*
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
The Postmen were driven to the floor by blows that they never saw. Looking toward the black clothed DokkAlfar in their midst, they tried to focus their bleary consciousness on him.
“Do not
Turning her attention back to the supplicants, Aluras'bektsh'tar stepped into the room and paused, watching The Postmen. More silent than a ghost, Canth moved in next to her, while she calmly and coldly evaluated them.
All but one of them were Possessed, their minds and souls not matching with their bodies. The female Half-Alfar with a human on either side of her would be the one called Alva. From their positioning, she was the obvious leader of the group, but her relationship with the human male at her right was not a simple superior to subordinate relationship. Judging by his appearance the male should be the one called Graham. The pair of them were the founders of the Possessed guild called The Postmen.
The human female on Alva's left was clearly subordinate to the other two and was extremely nervous. She was not someone that fit any of the descriptions or images that Aluras'bektsh'tar's spies had collected.
The other two were a middle-aged adult human male and an early teenage human male. The middle-aged man was Herodotus, and he was the one who had arranged the meeting on behalf of The Postmen. Herodotus was holding the the teenage human male close to his body while stroking his cheek the way one would stroke a pet's head.
Aluras'bektsh'tar gently touched Alva's mind with her psi. There was no sign of the Half-Alfar being aware of her probe, and she inserted it deeper, enabling her to more easily listen to their conversation though Alva's perceptions.
Graham stiffened for an instant, before turning to look behind himself.
*Alva, behind us.*
Alva turned, her eyes widening at the sight of the two DokkAlfar watching her party. The rest of the humans turned a few seconds after.
*When did they come in?* Alva's nervousness was obviousness, her voice held a slight tremor.
*I don't know. I had a feeling like there were predators behind us, and when I turned, they were standing there.*
Canth's cold eyes, as black as his midnight hair, raked over The Postmen. “You dare to remain standing? Kneel before the Clan Mistress of Clan Vardne'tar!”
Herodotus immediately fell to his knees and dragged the teenager with him. The other three Postmen looked from one to another.
Graham nodded. *We'd best do as he says. These DokkAlfar are vicious savages. You never know how they will react, if they think you are being disrespectful to them.*
Following Graham's example, the two females knelt on one knee, with the other leg bent.
*This is ridiculous. Bowing to a pair of medieval savages like this is embarrassing. Even if we are trapped in this world, we are from Earth, a civilized world.* The corners of Alva's mouth turned slightly downward, as her eyes squinted with her irritation.
*Alva, be careful! I warned you to watch your temper in here! You don't understand what kind of people we're dealing with. You spent almost all your time in the Empire of Ar. They're more or less urbane and have become so dependent on our information network that they treated you like a princess. These are DokkAlfar, the real power in the Battleground. No matter how strong it is in the Central Reaches, the Empire of Ar would never dare to offend them.*
*I KNOW, GRAHAM! This bitch's arrogant manner just annoys me. We have doctorates in engineering. We built real technology in this world, technology that applies sound scientific principles to their magic based mumbo jumbo. Even the Emperor of Ar doesn't dare try to make us kneel to him.*
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
The Postmen were driven to the floor by blows that they never saw. Looking toward the black clothed DokkAlfar in their midst, they tried to focus their bleary consciousness on him.
“Do not
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