Astral Odyssey 3 by Virgil Knightley & Jay Aury

Author:Virgil Knightley & Jay Aury [Knightley, Virgil & Aury, Jay]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Royal Guard Publishing LLC
Published: 2024-10-17T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 18

Emberly loved a good party.

Hell, she loved a bad party too. As long as she had some fun, it was all good to her.

And this was shaping up to be a good one—especially once the ibyxians showed up with a barrel of grog and platters of food. And Emberly was never a girl to say no to food.

“Pour me out another one!” she shouted over the trilling tune coming from the accordion and hornpipes, thrusting her empty mug under the spout of the barrel.

“Baaaa,” the ibyxian girl manning it replied, cranking the spigot until Emberly’s mug nearly overflowed.

Tipping her mug in salute to the sailor, Emberly turned around, taking a swig as she watched Ariana and Fable dance a jig around the mast, ibyxians clapping along and hooting with delight and mirth.

The demoness grinned, leaning against the rail of the ship, soaking in the display. Even Rina, initially sullen and suspicious, had gotten into the spirit of things—though that might have had more to do with her deep indulgence in the spirits. The dragoness, in her half-elven guise, was performing some impressive tricks, blowing out gouts of flames to the amazement and delight of their visitors. Emberly chortled, wondering if she should intervene, then shrugged, deciding maybe later.

But she hadn’t lived this long by relaxing her guard, even in the midst of a party, so she noticed quickly the white-cloaked figure scuttling through the throngs on the wharves, picking their way up towards The Dragon’s Wing. Taking a last swig of her ale, Emberly put it aside and positioned herself in the path of the figure’s ascent up the gangplank.

“Whoa there, what’s your hurry?” the demoness asked, baring her fangs to give the intruder further pause. “This party’s invitation only.”

“Emberly?”

Squinting, the demoness drew back in surprise when she saw Stella’s face, half-hidden in the shadow of the hood. “Hey! Look who it is.”

“Who?”

Emberly glanced over as Fable trotted up, the faun’s cheeks flushed from drink and exertion. But when Fable caught sight of the elf’s face, her expression soured into a pout. “You look familiar…”

“She should,” Emberly said with a saucy grin. “Last time you saw her, she was grinding in Dorian’s lap.”

“Oh!” Fable said, her pout deepening, arms crossing. “It’s you. What do you want?”

“I need to see Dorian. It’s important!” Stella hissed.

“Why? So you can give him another lap dance?” Fable asked. “Besides, he’s not here.”

“Well, where is he? I need to give him a message!”

“He went for a ride. Don’t know when he’ll be back. So just give us the message and we’ll tell him when he gets here,” Fable replied.

Stella bit her lip, and Emberly gave the dark elf a closer look. The pensiveness felt wrong, coming from the formerly festive dancer. Even when she’d been with Dorian and getting information from her last time, the elf had never shown such unease. The sight quickly sobered Emberly, a feeling of infectious alarm trickling into her.

“You can come aboard,” Emberly said, nodding her head. “We can talk in the captain’s cabin.

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