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Revenge of Rakazel chapter 3 -english- The parade

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Revenge of Rakazel -chapter 3-

-The parade-


"Hey, biggie, tilt to the right. At the fountain over there everything is free. Quick! "

Seik lazily lifted his eyes. Demian sat on Raffa's shoulders and was carried around like a baby by him.
According to the boy they should succeed so much faster to find a free space for the three.
What certainly was incredibly clever of him, because anyway Raffa was at least a head taller than everyone here.
But why should you ever fight yourself through the tangle of people, if you could make it more comfortable to be carried by the giant?
With wild flailing hands Demian piloted his crony in the right direction.
The redhead lifted his overgrown grid curly head up to see after his living baggage who drummed impatiently with his feet against his chest to drive him.

"All right, buddy. Hold on tight, we drive through the turmoil. "

Raffa went ahead and drove the crowd on the spur of the moment apart. Who simply not recoiled from him was jostled with the car, which he pushed in front of them.
Seik  had all the trouble to keep step close behind him. Now it was necessary to hurry up, as long as the road was clear and the gap not closed again.
Would he had forestalled Demian and would have claimed the place on Raffa's shoulders first for himself, but in contrast to this simpleton he had something of dignity.
Of which he wanted to keep a little. He was already sunk deep enough, so he wouldn't still lower to this level.
Therefore, he kindly let Demian and Raffa go first, to make jumping jacks of themself. There was no question that the two were not all there. Demian held the rank of a stupid babbler who took himself more important than he actually was and the dealer acted as a benevolent giant that was far less dangerous than his wild look was supposed to be at first glance.
At least they were harmless, and he favored her company at any time over the knight's captain. But that did not stop them from going on his nerves with her childish drivel and constant laughter. Slowly but surely he was tired of it, but at least they didn't include him in their conversations. After they had made their new camp at the fountain and stocked up with Raffa's recommendations, there began an incredibly thorough discussion again, which Seik abstained discreetly. Raffa was of the opinion that the residents of the Fuorium were visibly shrunk since his last visit, whereupon Demian teased him with his own gigantic size.

"You even doesn't fit in a real bed and have to sleep in the pigsty, so great are you."

"Well, at least pigs are more fragrant than many men, that must be said again," was the calm response of the dealer, and Seik could swear that he assessed him with a short side glance.
"You little aardvarks merely don't know it different. When you will come to my area, I carve you a cot, damned rascal. "

"I smell good.  Just bathed at the beginning of this year",  Demian joked.

Seik was not incentive to participate in the futile conversation in some way. Even though he officially stood on one stage with this rabble now, he had not forgotten his good education, and this taught him to speak only when that was expected of him. Furthermore, the unexpected meeting with the Dentrium had messed up the already bad day properly. His current mood had thus reached its lowest point and in his mind the encounter with Lourde, the old mage and the knight captain reeled over and over again in an endless loop. Listless he considered the small, with sheets decorated, paper ships, that sailed in the well water. If he was honest, he was still holding on to the hope that someday he'll return to the Dentrium. The Fuorium felt like a prison. He had been forced to adjust to living here and became dull, but it made it not better. As much as he tried to come to terms with, even the most insignificant little thing called painful memories in him, which could not repress.

Was it colder?

Unsolicited, he grabbed another bottle from Raffa and sat down on the edge of the fountain, bent his back, his head lowered at the height of his slumped shoulders, took a sip of the comfort-giving content. What a sad figure he became of him, which saw the only solution to escape from the bitter reality in alcohol.

"What has a guy like you actually to do with the Dentrium?"

That was Raffa's voice that tore Seik from his thoughts. He raised his limp head and looked confused in the face of the giant, who also had taken place on the edge of the fountain square.

"What?"

"I've heard that the high and mighty looking for the girls down here to have fun from time to time, because their fine ladies are too prudish. But you doesn't look like someone you takes for a tryst, right, buddy? "

"First he has to practice batting his eyes", Demian upped the ante.

"Without joking now. You know the tot from earlier yet? "

Glorious! He had been accused of all sorts of things recently, but that he was already lumping together with hookers, was by far the masterpiece of mischievous creativity. He paid them all his respect for this very clever idea. But the two should really think of him what they wanted, he was guilty of no explanation.

"As your friend says. I probably was no longer good enough as a whore. That's about the whole story."

"You secretive fellow seemingly want not come out with it, huh?"

"No."

And so the discussion was over for him. He was glad that Raffa was intelligent enough to ask no further questions.

Gradually the bulk compressed on both sides of the main road and rising excitement began to spread among the people, who crowded forward now claiming to get the best places. The sign that the show began. It was bumped for all one's worth. People cheered. Children fidgeted excitedly on the shoulders of their parents. Then a huge surprise went through the crowd, when the first rolling parade float appeared. The car, driven by ether energy, showed a lush tree-landscape in deep green. Up front was a young, dressed man, who should represent Mafuu, and he solemnly raised his hands over the astonished audience. Almost from the moment he had coaxed a stupid "Ohhh" from the people with this impressive pose,  then, as if by magic, the green leaves on the trees discolored and sailed down in the colors of Mafuu. The infamous "Ahhh" followed and the spellbound people tried to reach the useless leaves that the wind carried from the car into the audience, only to see how the trick had worked.

Meanwhile Raffa and Demian were amused delicious about why they had chosen such a buffoon to represent a god, and harvested dirty looks from the people. One might forgave them, after all the alcohol talked out of their mouths. During Seik observed the performance on the car further, he noticed a man who appeared close to them out of the crowd and walked to the fountain. He classified him readily into the category of shady people, because he would have been very surprised if this man with the narrow tapering rat face and piercing eyes hadn't any skeletons in the closet. Without comment, the guy sat on the well, and went on to sound out the contents of his purse, was like a little unpleased with the few coins that came from it to light. Obviously annoyed about his currently critical, financial situation, he mixed easily into the conversation of Raffa and Demian.

"Hey, big baby. Do you traffick the bottles there? "

Raffa pushed his glasses deeper in the face and smiled broadly to the colleague. With the big hand he pointed to himself.

"Yes, the shop is mine. But listen, you dwarf, you still have to call me master Raffa. "

"The huge guy hoarding the alc. You just have to smile nicely, and then he gives you something, too." Demian could not leave to add his two cents again, but was immediately taken to silence by Raffa's hand that pressed him loose on the brown fuzzy-head.

"A nice smile is quite nice, Demian, but the magic word is still cash. In mine, as well as in your home."

"The smile I'm keeping around for other things," the guy said with a sly smile. Raffa's offer was briefly inspected, then he held one of the coins out to him. "What do I get therefor?"

Seik watched  the coin changed it's owners and afterwards Raffa shortly handed his wares over. The rat-face quickly loosened the cork out and took a sip, then he shuddered currently.  "By Mafuu ..." He continued to drink, this time prepared for the tasteless burning. Prompt also Leander, that's how he introduced himself, was added to the round of the poor drunkard community, because of Raffa's opinion it was much better to drink in good company. However, he seemed to have no objection, and with every sip his mood loosened, until he was talkative and participated in the discussion of the other two. Seik noticed that the dubious presence of this man was related to the festival with a job that he should take care of it here. But it remained unclear what kind of orders the rat-face accepted. Seik gave him credit for the work of an assassin, who was just waiting to ram a knife into the back of his unsuspecting victim. This probably didn't care the other two a damn.

However, it was not to be overlooked that Demian could not stand Leander. The boy took every opportunity to provoke him to, but instead of the fact to be provoked, Leander loosely turned the tables around. Here Demian proved impressively, unlike the slightly intimidated Lourde, that behind his big mouth was nothing more than hot air. Seik could not say that he felt sorry for him. Leander had secretly his sympathy, because despite his slightly rough debate, he seemed, in contrast to Demian, to have leased a little bit intelligence. Raffa had no great effort to mediate between the two. It was certainly better to keep yourself out when two youngsters were there to pursue their heads.
But he smartly knew to detract the two adversaries with stories from his home, the mountains, or other countries. Some of them, Seik had to admit, were even interesting stories for him. It seemed like the man had his eyes and ears everywhere, and picked up a lot what was going on in the world during his travels as a dealer, what took him from town to town.
As adventurous as some of these stories ran riot Seik could imagine how the actual content was embellished by telling from mouth to mouth, just so everyone could tell the story still more exciting. But he kept his doubts to himself. But as Raffa finally reported of events that he had heard about Grismina, he knew all too well that this was the truth.

"So ..." Raffa began, "I've heard the story of a girl who has used to live here with her husband. I know the girl very well, is the daughter of a trading colleague. Shortly after their wedding the two were moved in a nice, small dwelling near the border of the Dentrium in order to build a common existence. They hadn't lived a bad life, the girl even had been employed in the household of some bigwigs. Anyway, some time ago I met her in a small village outside the city. Have asked why she no longer lives in Grismina and you do not believe what the poor thing has experienced there. One day it had been knocked quite unexpectedly at her door. She had expected guests, but not a whole group of armed knights who told her to leave the house. All of a sudden! Offhandedly! But not that the couple would have been up to something, no, apparently in the ministry circles had been simply decided to explain the house to the property of the Dentrium. Namely there stood, let me lie, about ten meters away, such a monument in honor of the knights and guards and suddenly they had occurred that the simple Fuorian house could spoil the view of their beautiful knight pride. Said and done, the house had to go. I tell you, she had to pull herself together quite nicely, as she told me that the knights had fallen relentlessly into her house and had driven her and her husband out as if they were the last mob. They even had sent one of the mages guild, to monitor the duty. This man the girl could remember very well. Such a disgusting, fat guy. Had scornfully looked down on them from above, as they had picked up their belongings from the floor which had been kindly thrown there by the knights. As if they were dirt at his feet. Not a word he has wasted during the whole action, but just stood there like such a fat cat and giving orders. The two have scraped together as much as they could carry and first fled. What else could they do? When they came back again later to pick up their remaining belongings, the house was already demolished and the two stood in the street without any compensation. Shit story, but unfortunately they are a lot of these. This sorcerer, so and so Jelester was the name of that bastard, is certainly not an unknown quantity. He always has to get involved at the forefront when it comes to the executive branch of the ministry ... "

Raffa seemed to have been got a dry throat by the much speaking. He uncorked a bottle by using his teeth, made it pop, and the spitted cork landed in the fountain.

"Sometimes I think it would be not wrong if the Rakazel were still there. At least a bunch of guys, who has peed the bastards from the Dentrium properly to the legs."

"The Rakazel? Who's that supposed to be? " Leander asked, who had listened Raffa's story apparently with interest.

"Huh? Where are you from anyway? Who has not heard of the Rakazel? "Demian teased once again, appearing on dispute.

Seik liked it less and less, in which direction the conversation developed. Nervously his bony fingers fished for the cigarettes in his coat pocket and he put one of them in his mouth. After he ignited it at one of the torches that were established along the well, he inhaled the familiar taste of nicotine deeply. It calmed him.

"The Rakazel were called a rather notorious group of pirates. There are many stories about this gang, but the most impressive was probably their legendary airship the people reported reverently about. No joke, the ship could fly. And the captain of this crew was rumored  to be in league with demons. Perfect nonsense, if you ask me, but the guy clearly understood how to become a talking point. The Rakazel raided carriages of the nobles, and plundered merchant ships, but to brought the whole still to the top, they are said to have even misappropriated the ether sources of the Dentrium's inventories. Of course the higher-ups understand no fun and stroke back. They have lured the guys into a trap and the game was up. Then the news of her death has resulted  a huge spectacle. Well, since then no one here daring dancing around on the nose of the Dentrium. "

Raffa took two hefty swigs from the bottle before he continued speaking.

"Anyway I drink to the Rakazel now. Cheers, " he bellowed to lift the overall mood again, and as to emphasize the end of his speech, a spirited burp followed.

Seik was no longer bothered. He focused on the ever-thinning smoke that rose from the remaining cigarette butt. While Raffa's stories images of the past had played in his mind, but the rising alcohol level blur the memories, leaving only the dazing severity of his intoxication. Lots of shapeless formations with vibrant, bright colors that were just barely been parade floats, scurried past him and pulled Seik deeper and deeper into a pleasant trance. Also Raffa's voice, even though he had not moved from the spot, seemed ever further away from him and he found it increasingly difficult to perceive what is happening around him.
His senses came back to him as recently as he saw the flood of red ink that was moving across the square, and he recognized what it was. A huge red flag emblazoned the emblem of the knights guard. In graceful upright posture, their captain stood under it and waved to the mob from his pedestal. Behind the veil of drunkenness Seik a deep pent-up wave of anger shot through him, that he felt for this arrogant bastard. He could not take it anymore, to sit idle and let this guy enjoy his show, while he himself only wallowed in self-pity. If he had at least a rotten egg at hand, which he could throw at him in order to give vent to his anger. So he had no choice, as watching how the knights marched lined up in front of the float and presented their formations. All in step and no one of them nearly danced out of line. Sure they had rehearsed it ad nauseam.

After the guard had passed, the rear end light of the column followed up and thus heralded the grand finale. An impressive platform of pure crystal that floated without the use of wheels just above the ground. The crowds were amazed and enraptured by the phenomenon, as they were all those years. Seik could join the wonder, for he had expected nothing less from the appearance of the mages guild of the Dentrium. An appearance as the second great rulers of Grismina deserved. The men and women on the platform were dressed in long, colorful robes, reflecting all the honor and dignity of their rank, while they knocked with their staffs a clock on the crystal floor, that echoed like a muffled drum beat on the road. With the arrival of the mages at the festival also an icy breeze drew on that met Seik deep to the core. But not just the cold discomforted him, it was the sight of the person who represented the head of the magicians, who sent a chill down his spine.

"This is Xerophes Intrivaria, the hierophant of the mages guild," he heard Raffa's muffled voice. The sublime figure of the powerful dignitary of Grismina even had left an impression to his companions.

The hierophant stared motionless at the amount of people and a reverential murmur went through the crowd. He also wore an elegant, flowing robe, but unlike his comrades, it was jet black and kept completely unaffected by the strong wind. Seik had the unsettling feeling that the time would run slower when the magician was at the same level with him. Whether Xerophes took note of his presence? Seik had the feeling that the cold that made his body tremble, was only meant for him. Then the moment passed, however, and everything went back to normal. The crowd screamed and cheered as the fireworks had finally begun. Sparks of all colors from the staffs of the magicians were springing up in the evening sky and exploded there with thunderous noise into hundreds of colorful stars. Golden shower sprayed down on the enthusiastic people, their arms outstretched to the sky. How carried away everyone was ...

"Fuck of the Dentrium", the words wrenched uninhibited his lips. "I also should stand there!"

Next chapter 4 has still to be translated. But you can read chapter 1-9 in german too
I wanted to stop the translation, because it's so much work, but I did this for :iconkregl: and :iconwinxhelina: who read it and give me a lot of motivation.
Hope you enjoy.


This is the third chapter of our Revenge of Rakazel novel, I tried to translate into english. Hope you can reat it.
Will edit the text later with more spaces!

Thanks for reading guys, and please let Mids and me know what you are thinking ^^
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