Jerry, God of Morn'a Doon by Alexei Tripmiov

Author:Alexei Tripmiov [Tripmiov, Alexei]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2018-03-13T23:00:00+00:00

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Austin clutched at Angie protectively as they made their way outside along with the throng of patrons in the inn. He told himself it was to protect her, but the human contact comforted himself, to be honest. This was all getting a bit overwhelming, and now with her presence here, he had more than just himself to worry about.

The large central square of Freetown was filled with hundreds, perhaps thousands, of the denizens of this world. Most were human, but a fair number of elves, dwarves, and gnomes stared up at the spectacle floating in the sky above them: a baby, maybe six months old. It floated on a cloud and was surrounded by a nimbus of light.

“Huh,” Wayne said. “Wasn’t it a fetus last time we saw it? Like the one in that science fiction movie?”

“It looked like any old fetus,” Craig said.

“No, 2001, that movie. It looks just like that fetus.”

“Dude,” Jake said, “all fetuses look alike.”

“Let it go,” Austin told them. “That’s just the context Wayne has for fetus references.”

“Whatever,” Wayne said. “Anyway, they grow up fast.”

“SILENCE!” the baby god bellowed. “THERE WILL BE A Q&A AT THE END OF MY SPEECH!” About a third of the square’s occupants fell to the ground, their hands over their ears.

Wayne raised his hand. “Could you turn the volume down just a bit?”

The infantile god glared at him. Austin wondered if Wayne was about to get burned to a crisp, or his digital data disincorporated, or something.

“FINE,” the baby said. Its voice was still loud, but manageable. “Fine. I am the new god of Morn’a Doon. LOOK UPON ME AND TREMBLE.”

Austin heard Wayne giggle, then heard Wayne stifling a giggle. “I mean, it’s just a baby,” he heard Wayne whisper.

“It’s a baby that fries your butt every time you say the F word,” Jake told him.

“True that, I guess.”

“I shall be the principal God of all my people,” the baby continued, “though you may continue to honor your other gods as your race and class demand of you…in a secondary fashion.”

There was a single ogre in the crowd, Austin noticed. He was easy enough to notice because he stood a good two feet taller than anybody else. Very few ogres came to Freetown, partly because their own mud villages were half a world away, but mostly because their faction rating with humans sucked. Most players who chose to be an ogre did so knowing they would rarely get to travel to human towns, as the guards would kill them on sight. It was true in reverse, too, that few human could travel to an ogre village, but there was little reason to want to visit the mud-and-wattle collection of lice-infested shacks that was an ogre village. The dude playing the ogre, though, must have done some major faction improvement to get into Freetown. He probably completed a major quest, rescuing some human princess or something. At the moment, the ogre caught Austin’s eye because he was waving his sword over his head and shouting at the god:

“Never!” he shouted.

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