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« on: December 05, 2008, 08:07:33 pm »
Favor
In what seemed like mere seconds, cloaked figures approached and surrounded the caravan.
"Drop everything and get lost!" One of them yelled, holding a sabre in his left hand, and a dagger in the other.
"We ain't playin' with fire here; well, we won't, as long as ya cooperate!" Another shouted, having a somewhat feminine voice.
As the goujah stood quietly in front of the wagon, it seemed to bend slightly as a Kran crawled out from the white tapestry covering it.
The thieves grasped their weapons tighter. "You," one of them yelled at kra, "get outta here, or we're gonna burn ya down with the rest o' the luggage after we're done with it!"
The Kran walked further from the wagon, where kras armor shined in the light of the Azure Sun. The thieves, angry from lack of response, started to surround the Kran and seemed to completely forget about the wagon.
"That's it!" One standing behind the Kran shouted. "Ye're dead!" Wasting no time, he ran at kra as fast as his legs could carry him; his dagger-holding arm drew back, and as he approached, kras head turned toward him. "Eat this!" He yelled as he thrusted his dagger at the Kran's side; however, before his dagger could even come close to reaching kra, kras arm flew back toward the thief and smacked him hard in the side of the head, knocking him away like a bug.
Angered, the other thieves drew closer, and soon they all rushed at kra, raising their weapons in a frenzy. The Kran simply stood still, doing nothing but putting kras arms to kras chest as the thieves sprinted toward kra. Suddenly, kras body lit up, and a coat of rock covered kras skin, deflecting the weapons as they simultaneously struck kra at once. While the thieves were momentarily disoriented from the failed attack, the Kran began to glow with a bright light, which grew brighter with each passing moment until it blasted out in a wide ray and temporarily blinded them all. In a matter of seconds, the Kran had gone to each individual thief and hit them over the head with kras wrist, knocking them outcold while they screamed out due to lack of sight.
The Kran's armor spell soon faded, and kra looked around with a somewhat sad expression at the unconscious bodies laying around kra. Kra walked to each of them and began to heal their bumps and bruises, but made sure that they remained unconscious as kra did so. Kra then collected up all of their weapons and walked back to the wagon, sliding them to one corner of it. After that, the Kran pulled out a small trunk from the wagon, which turned out to be all that was in it, and opened it up, revealing nothing but strands of rope inside. As some of the thieves began to squirm, the Kran went to them and began tying their wrists and ankles together, then made sure they were secure before loading them into the wagon itself and removing their cloaks.
"H-hey..." one of them said, waking up from his unconscious state as kra looked down at him with a sad expression, "what're you -"
The Kran, holding the tapestry, said in a calm tone, "I'm making sure you don't harm anyone else on this road." Kra then let go of the tapestry and moved to the front of the wagon, tugging a bit on the goujah's rein to make it walk.
A few hours later, once arriving at Gugrontid, the goujah stopped walking once reaching the large slope leading to the main city as the Kran stopped to talk to one of the town's guards.
"What this?" The guard asked, staring at the wagon with interest. "Malco no remember shipment."
"You may like this shipment, Gemma Malco," the Kran said with a smile. "I've gathered many of the thieves on the road from Hydlaa to our dear home."
"Oh," Malco said simply. "You good Kran."
The Kran made a small bow to Malco, then said, "Thank you. I must return the wagon and goujah, so please take care of the thieves."
"Malco do," Malco said, proceeding to the wagon and dragging each one of them out one-by-one, paying no care to their heads smacking against the stone road as their bodies fell from the wagon's edge. The Kran rubbed kras head, looking a bit pitiful as the thieves were once again knocked outcold by Malco's careless handling, but soon guided the goujah up the slope to a Kran standing at the top waiting for kra.
"Thank you, Rulek!" The Kran said, taking the goujah's reins as Rulek handed them back to kra. "Hopefully now our gem shipments will be safe from harm."
Rulek gave a small bow to the Kran, then looked up at kra and spoke. "It was my pleasure, Gemma," kra said. "My parent did always enjoy waiting for your caravan to arrive each week, before kra passed away."
A look of sadness coated the Kran's face as kra nodded. "Yes, kra did," kra said, soon smiling again. "Kra was a good Kran, and kra certainly raised you well."
Rulek laughed a bit, and gave another bow. "Thank you," Rulek said. "I try my best."