Legends Part 3 COH story 31 by CaptFox, literature
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Legends Part 3 COH story 31
One part of the central racks held projectile weapons. Needless to say that drew the two vulpine. Self-bows, composite long bows, short bows and even a pair of crossbows were neatly arraigned there. Large chests placed neatly on the floor held THOUSANDS of arrows. A small room held ammunition. Boxes and boxes of rifle, pistol and machine gun ammo. All neatly, securely and safely stored. There was a 1960’s style wall phone on the wall. But rather than being at 5’ height for easy use it was a full 6’ off the floor. The man laughed. “Hero Horn installed those. But he made them right for his size. Great electrician; but a lousy sense of heights.” A door in one wall led to a small but fully equipped workshop. Not only could any weapon be repaired there. But also bows and arrows could be repaired or even fully manufactured. There was even the equipment needed for reloading ammo. “We don’t have this,” Stealth commented. “We have a workshop,” Misha added. “But
Legends Part 2 COH story 31 by CaptFox, literature
Literature
Legends Part 2 COH story 31
“Let’s call the number in the letter,” Stealth said. “See who answers.” With a silent command the phone number in the letter was called. The phone rang three times before someone picked it up. “Hello,” a female voice said. “This is Stealth calling,” the feline said bluntly. “I got your letter.” “Good!” The voice said cheerfully. “Papa is eager to meet you. Our address is 122 Wild Wolf Road, Port Jervis NY. Please come up for the weekend,” she said. “We’d be glad!” Strela answered. “Congratulations on defeating the Sky Raiders,” she said. “Seeing that ship go down was very satisfying.” “We only helped,” Stealth responded. “The Navy did the real work.” “Please tell us when you are arriving,” the voice said. “We’ll shut off the air defense system and the antitank guns.” ****************** Port Jervis New York is located on the New York/New Jersey/Pennsylvania state boundaries and had parts in all three. The town was bisected by the Delaware
The journey was slow and tiring Bitt moved carefully, being sure to jostle the box as little as possible. They tried to avoid passing anyone too closely. The rest of the people in his little unit cleared the way. Thankfully the journey went without any issues. The Lady’s Atelier or workshop was located in a trio of rooms in the Praetorium. Close to the rooms she shared with her husband; the Legion commander and their children. The door guarding the entrance was made of very solid wood a hand span wide and bound with iron straps. It would easily withstand a battering ram. The walls of the rooms were of stone but plastered and covered with mosaics. Tables, many laden with odd and unidentifiable items were scattered about. Shelves, cupboards and other pieces of furniture lined the walls in many places. Two life sized statues flanked the door. Each was of Roe Deer stag wearing the old-style armor of a hoplite, complete with 4 pes long spears. “Stay clear of Faleria.
It was only a short time before the Legate returned. This time with help. Everyone stood up as the doe entered the room. “Greetings Lady Vibinia Nepius,” Vinius said as everyone bowed. “Thank you for coming.” As the wife of the Legion Commander she was given great respect. As a powerful mage – even more so. “Show me this bauble,” she ordered. Bitt simply pointed to the box and it’s contents where they rested on the table. She leaned close to the item without actually touching it. “Be careful of the poison,” Bitt warned. She looked at him for a moment and snorted angrily. “I’m not a fool.” “I am just being cautious,” the fox responded. “If you were to die the Legatus would be most upset at us.” She scowled at the fox. “Bitt,” Vinius ordered. “Behave and show her due respect.” “Yes sir,” the fox responded. “The poison is the least of what I see,” she said ignoring the vulpine Legionnaire. “There are also several different spells
“I’ve returned,” Bitt said calmly. “To see if you are willing to bargain more fairly.” The fox was back at the stall the merchant had. “I’m sure we can come to an agreement we both will like,” the merchant responded calmly. He turned and went to a locked chest and opened it. When the merchant returned it was with a small box. He placed the box on the counter and carefully opened it. “Ak!” the dealer said in disgust. “What is this?” The weapon lay in a wooden box lined with cloth. The cloth was a light tan color but was heavily stained dark red in places. As if wine had been poured or spilled on it. “Something must have come from the blade,” The merchant explained. “I’ve kept is with the utmost care.” He reached to unwrap the weapon. “Don’t touch it!” Bitt ordered and grabbed the merchant’s arm. “What? I assure you this is not my fault.” “I understand that,” Bitt responded. “This isn’t your doing.” “What is it?” The merchant asked. Bitt examined the blade
The rest of the day passed calmly as the Bedine quietly withdrew back into their deep desert. In spite of their worries the Bedine never came back. But they never made the mistake of assuming that just because they couldn’t see them didn’t mean the Bedine weren’t there. They set up camp for the evening and after making dinner they set a double guard. Only then did Bitt finally have the chance to explain. “I have always been close to my cousin Molly,” the fox started. “She is a Seer,” he struggled to explain. “She can see what might be the future.” “An oracle?” The fox winced. “Something like that. But it’s hard to explain.” “I thought an Oracle’s prophecies were supposed to be strange, mysterious and confusing,” Kegan commented. “Well her messages always have me confused,” Bitt commented dryly. “For my tenth birthday she gave me a bucket of sand, thirty pes of rope and a fifteen-pes-long wooden beam,” Bitt said calmly. The lion lowered his cup and