Short Stories From Quarroc: The First Door Part One

Tok was a man of vile convictions.  Bound inextricably to the old ways, he had naught but contempt for the king and the changes he brought about.  Were it not for his present errand, he would be nowhere near the bazaar, let alone the palace.  Heretics all, committing sacrilege by wearing such bright colors.  At least the king still had enough sense to choose grey, black, and white for the uniforms of many public servants.  The decadent ways of the king may have ancient roots, but the old ways are best. 

His present mission was one of spiritual import to the old ways.  Before the king took over, there were no statutes granting women the fool notion of equality with men nor were any ages off limits.  It was hard for him to find a new wife among like-minded communities, they were tapped out.  He missed the days when he could grab any single girl who caught his fancy and take her home.

His contacts had found him a ten-year old virgin he could buy in the capitol.  She would be his twenty-fifth wife.  A golden harem.  He would be assured the ability to double that in the afterlife.  He had to be careful.  New laws prohibited the practice, but Tok would not be denied.  He walked to a row of houses.  It took him a few minutes to find one with the sign of K’haal etched on to the doorframe.  He entered without a knock.

He found the man he was looking for.  They bargained extensively over the price.  The man was shrewd, but Tok was the best negotiator in all of the Mozuul.  They came to an agreement.  Tok glared a cruel smile as he counted golden coins into the seller’s hand.  After testing a coin with a bite, the seller waved Tok to the back room.

Eagerly, Tok pulled back the curtain.  A small figure sat on the other side of the room, cloaked in the traditional grey garb of a female practitioner of the old ways.  He slowed his pace to savor the moment.  He would consummate the marriage here, then take her home.  As he passed over the patterned rug of the dimly lit chamber, his anticipation built.

Silently he reached for the back of her head covering.  As he removed it, she spun around with a gun to his face!  She turned out to be a grown woman of remarkably diminutive stature.  The sleeves of her garment slid back to reveal the bracers of law enforcement.  On the left one was a badge and ID.  Two more clicks behind him as two more officers came out of hiding, cocking their weapons.  From between them came the seller throug the curtains.  He smiled widely with rotten teeth as the parting motion raised his hands high enough to reveal his bracers.  He removed the rotten teeth to expose a perfectly healthy set underneath.

“You are under arrest for the attempted purchase and sexual exploitation of a minor.  Further charges may be pressed later.  You have the following rights…”  As the cursed head of this sting operation droned on, Tok begrudgingly allowed himself to be cuffed.  Curse this king and his minions.  Khaali would deal with them all in the judgement.

Tok was led off to a holding cell to stand trial.

1 thought on “Short Stories From Quarroc: The First Door Part One

  1. Piper

    Quite nice! Easier to read/follow. All I would suggest is combining some of these short choppy sentences into longer ones so the story flows. 🙂


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