The Wang Chronicles Again, Part 3

   More than a single dingledinerd and nerdowell was paying attention to the fine piece of ass that was moving through the taverns and inns of the capital of Ambrezia.     It was difficult not to notice the fiery red hair and maroon outfit that marked the fine young thing as a woman of means and a definite outsider to the normal citizens.    Of course her current demeanor was anything but inviting as she looked like she had a major pisson that she was just waiting for the itch that she could go full-on beast mode with.    Most of the adventurers who were out looking for a good time knew well enough that the look this she-cat was wearing was fair warning not to go yanking her chain.    But there's always one in every crowd.

   "Hey Ginger, nice set, whatdaya say you and I explore the cracks and crevasse of our new found relationship?" snorted a rather large and dark haired warrior, garbed in smelly leather armor and surrounded by less well endowed companions all of whom were well started on the lubrication.    Of course he had to step in front of Red Shelly and block her progress which, while availing himself of a spectacular vista of her breasts, also drew her full attention to his presence.

   For a moment, Red Shelly looked at the stupid geeb as one would a particularly nasty gob of unidentified something that one had inadvertently stepped into, but that look vanished as a gaze of vapish femininity took it's place and she opened her eyes and mouth wide in wonder.   "Oh my, I have never seen such an amazing display!"

   While the geeb in question was basking in what he assumed was total capitulation, the cloaked figure several yards away sided up to the wall of the nearby building and prepared to enjoy the spectacle.       Mr. Without a clue flexed his biceps and grinned what he assumed was a roguish grin as he took a stance that was calculated to impress his masculine strength upon any willing female and cement his status as leader of the group.

  It took Red Shelly less than twenty seconds to shatter forever that illusion.     Jules knew that he would be recounting this tale as part of his repertoire for years to come.     He watched in appreciation as she took a deep breath that drew her victims eyes to her heaving bosom and then exploded into action so swift that he was sure he probably missed a couple of moves.    Her leg connected between the geebs legs in a muffled thump that left no doubt that she had connected hard to the nether regions.   His uptake of air became a whoosh of air as she struck at least three times directly into his chest, most likely collapsing at least one lung.    Her spinning followup was a 360 degree connection of her foot with his head that laid him out like a side of beef.   The collision of his body with the ground was probably enough to generate a small quake at least among nearby patrons.

  "Which of you pissants is next?" she growled, looking like she could take on half the King's guard and walk away the victor.   The companions of the geeb were at least smart enough not to push things and instead gathered to cart their unconscious leader off the street and out of her way.     Red Shelly was about to move on when the sound of clapping came from behind her and she glanced back to see a hooded figure detach itself from the wall several yards away.    For a split second, her demeanor faltered and a skip of fear flooded through her until the face of the Bard was reflected in the light from a nearby tavern.

"Oh, it's you."

"Who were you expecting?    Ed or Kim?"   Jules guessed and caught the tic when he mentioned Ed.   So she was still smarting over that encounter with Forest Fellers.

"Watch your tongue Jules." Red growled, "I don't need a nursemaid from Kavtol."

"No nursemaid, I was curious as to why you would come all the way here with a warning to a King who is not your soverign?"

Sighing deeply, she motioned for him to join her as they walked down the street.   For a few steps she was silent, as though arguing the benefits of bouncing her thoughts off him, then she finally began speaking.

"No, I'm not over that Forest Feller incident and I still owe that Rogue for leaving me behind, there, that answers that question, even though you didn't ask it."    Jules remained silent as they turned at the door of the Maven, a well known Inn and Tavern in the Capitol.   "Well, aren't you going to open the door for me?" she asked sweetly.   Jules hastened to open the door for her, then followed her inside.    She moved through the combination lobby and tavern to the steps and moved up them.   Jules followed since he had not been asked to remain behind.    Their passage was noted by several pairs of eyes, but none of them moved.     As they reached the second floor, Red opened the second door to the right and left it open for him.   As he entered, it was closed behind him by a rather large and unsavory dude in robes.

  "He's with me Mortimer." Red spoke without looking at either Jules or the dude, "Go and tell your cousins down below that everything is all right, I have things under control."     Mortimer didn't challenge the request and quickly vacated the room while Red removed her travel cloak and slipped out of her skirt and began undoing her blouse.   For a shocked moment, Jules was unsure of just where this was headed, but Red caught his face and laughed.   Her laughter was still intoxicating and Jules remembered an earlier time when he had first met her and what they had shared.

"Ah no, that's not going to happen Jules, I have things to do."    She was already buckling on a tight fitting leather vest of deepest green and laying out britches dyed black.    "The message was intended to secure the northern borders against that lumbering geeb and his companions, should they actually succeed in their foolish quest."     Red pulled on the britches and began to lace them up.    "I've been paid a fair amount of coin to make sure there is no escape."

"Escape for who?"

"Kim, apparently he has something to do with the Warrior Women of the North..."
"Like Nera?"
"Something like that, well, they want a chance to whack his wang for all time, before he triggers some prophecy."    Red was now pulling on soft, calfskin boots that matched her britches as she stood by the bed.    "So part of the plan is to isolate him from any potential help before he reaches the mountains."

Jules was now running all the information through his brain, putting two and two together and still coming up with six.    He knew a lot about the lands of Oaksarc, but not nearly enough apparently to understand why the Lumbering Geeb of the Dark God was important enough to go to such lengths to twart.    "So, how much are they paying you?   A Couple hundred Zooleks?"

Red snorted and lifted the bed to pull a sheathed longsword from beneath it.   "Zooleks, those worthless things?   No, I'm getting paid in something a lot more valuable."   The hackles on Jules neck rose as he recognized the hilt of the sword and the slight tingling that filled the room.     Red buckled on the sword and turned to him looking every bit the dangerous creature that she was.    "Two kegs of the Dark to keep the Ambrezians fumbling about."

"But they don't care what's happening in Oaksarc!" Jules protested, watching as Red rested her hand on the hilt of Newteryou, one of the fabled wonder weapons created by the mad maestro of magic, Mad Montigue.     "Kavtol knows some of the stories, but he thinks they are just that, stories!"

"Doesn't matter to my employers, just as long as I keep them out of it."  Red replied with a shrug, "Now, what am I to do with a Bard who can't keep his mouth shut?"

Next: A funny thing happened on the way to Tinya.