| The Skyway Men of Ancient Mu |
| By Chuck Loridans Chapter 1 Kilzkarg and the Razor Cthuk had three dead bodies at his feet and hoped first mate Kilzkarg would be so impressed that he would be hired on the spot. Kilzkarg�s face, however was unreadable as he stood on the pile of seven corpses, that he himself had dispatched. �Verily, ye have a unique style of sword play boy....� �Yes, yes?� thought Cthuk, as he scrutinized the older mans eyes, seeking an answer. �But ye surely know that there is more to being a Skyway Man, than being handy with a blade?� �Ah, but know ye this, Master Kilzkarg...� Spake Cthuk �That I be wise in all aspects of the trade, Skyway Man!� Kilzkarg stared blankly at the younger man, then replied..... �And I return thine �Ah� and put forth that by thine own reference to said life as a TRADE, ye stand naked in sheer damp-puppery!� Cthuk, did his best to keep his growing agitation at Kilzkargs, words from revealing itself, as he continued listening. �For the life of a Skyway Man, be no mere trade, as one would find in the pampered way�s of yon stalagmite drones� A stalagmite drone was exactly what young Cthuk, did NOT want to be, hence his being here in the all but abandoned, elder Skyport of N�nya. His journey to the Stalagmite city, from his dwelling in the forest village of Glalnd, had begun several sunsets agone. He had heard the whispers of the arrival of a Fon-ship, whose captain was seeking a crew of Skyway Men. �Ah, the life of a Skyway Man� Thought he then, �Truly, that be the life I seek� Cthuk, nineteen summers at the thinking of said thought, thought longer still. �No other thing will do, say I! Shall I crop mine unruly unshorn mane, and adorn mine self with the foppish raiment�s of mine soulless, fellow citizens, merely to eak out a meager existence, blindly following the barked orders of my lessors? Or shall I run wild and free, with a hearty crew of Skyway Men!� And thus the life of Cthuk the Blasphemer was changed. More to come |