Chapter 11 - The Gambles End

Three ice cubes bumped in a glass filled with water. Condensation built up upon the glass as its contents neared their bottom. The drips on the glass wiggled along shaking as they met their inevitable destruction on the wooden stone table.

A pin stripped suit of smooth and rich material crinkled as a red hand held up a pitcher.

“Would you care for a refill?”

“Thanks.”

And so my glass was refilled.

A shine of red struck my eye as I picked up the fresh glass of water. The shine was red and amber combined , a mixture that reflected its contents. The elixir of resurrection has to look like that of course.

I put the cup down , parched and my eye swerved to the right, their, it landed on a clay elephant sculpted perfectly, but was no more than three feet tall. Small now , but when a little bit of magyk was put in. Well , there is a reason they call it the elephant of doom.

What are those on my waist you ask? Ah , tis a easy question to answer. Just a few legendary swords of course. Ahahahah. Its good to be me. What , what’s that you say? Something about quitting while I was ahead. That’s a terrible idea id never -

I paused then, my gleeful grin that I now realized was turning sloppy was promptly stopped and closed and I turned. “Everybody got enough stuff? “

“Squeak. “ Peeps answered with some sort of sleek shades attached to his face. They shined in the light as they drooped down occasionally. When they did droop , a small flower emblazoned on the left lens of the shades would light up. Then the glasses would levitate higher unto their face.

Levitation Glasses.

With the addition of three more flowers on his blubber Peeps was satisfied.

“I think we should head out as well, but I have said as such a few hands ago. “

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I nodded. Indeed she did , but I was winning then, by a lot. Now I had given up all the rusty stuff to Scar that I didn’t know what to do with. About five weapons by my count. Of his collection and the houses collection I had taken 21 each.

Now it was time to leave.

My arms hugged my new items close.

“Peeps. “

A purple energy drifted free from Peeps and formed into a perfect flower that floated forward stopping and hovering in the air. If one had good eyes and they looked at it from a perfect angle , they could see a bend in the space in front of it.

With a small breath I relaxed , then heaved the treasure forward.

Ching. Cling Ching!

The artificers clinked and rung as they fell inside. One after another being swallowed into the jaws of the dimensional pocket flowers magyk.

From the side Lysa read on the matter from a self searching magical encyclopedia that gave her the answer albeit in riddles.

It was strange to her though , the book used the word magyk with a y and not a I. When she went to click on the item, investigating further , a ? Popped up then a bar that said

*PassWord.* In bold block letters. She scrunched her eye at that. What kind of language was that she typed in.

Old English. The book answered.

Huh she thought, Shed never heard of that and so further, Lysa typed away. Her mind purely enamored by the things that Peeps had done and the thought of wanting to know exactly how he was doing it.

So many flowers she had collected. All she had known to do was to draw on them for thier incredible power. Now she knew though. The Ex High Captin of the Magma Vulcan pirates smiled. She could do so much more.

My eye that had been on Lysa for pure fact that I had begun to enjoy looking at her turned back to the table.

I knew those grins. I do those grins sometimes. She might secretly be evil or something, I should watch out or……… Naaaa . I shook my head and laughed. It would be fine, I was Suver The Leviathan after all.

I finished my cup of water.

“It was fun playing with you both.” I said nodding to the two. I stood from my chair turned and walked off.

“You! Where are you going! The game is still in effect!”

The man’s voice had the feel of a starving wolves as it neared a meal. A growl laced in it.

I turned and looked back. “No the game is over see. I won more , got my stuff and left. That means you lose.”

“The game is normally played to 50. That’s tradition.”

I thought of the matter briefly. Magma flowed through the walls , bathing me in the light of gold, and thoughts of a telescope descending down to the forefront of my mind, as well as thoughts of the horizon.

I looked up and met the tables eyes.

“I am tradition.”

Then I departed.