Shallica, can you hear me?” Bungo’s rich baritone
voice seemed oddly distant to the she-demon. Teetering on the verge of
consciousness; she began to feel an odd sensation. She could feel herself being
lifted from the ground in Bungo’s powerful arms. Shallica squealed inwardly
with delight at the sensation; her lofty thoughts of their love and daydreams
about the wedding ceremony were shattered moments later when the embrace turned
into a colossal burping as Bungo bounced her on his shoulder. The mood was well
and truly ruined when she coughed up a pint of tepid seawater down Bungo’s
chiselled back, and he plunked her down on her feet unceremoniously.
The oafsome barbarian resolved into focus as Shallica
drearily opened her eyes. He was leaning over her with a look of concern; and
more importantly he wasn’t wearing a chamber pot helmet on his head for the first
time in weeks. They seemed to have washed up on some type of beach, but there
was no sign of their ship, or any wreckage to speak of.
“What happened, anyway?” The barbarian seemed even
more clueless than usual. “The last thing I remember I was sitting down to a
nice dinner and some bunk swill. There was a storm, and…”
“Bungo?” Shallica’s eyes filled with tears and she threw
her arms around him; although at him might have been a more apt description of
the motion as the barbarian’s girth was so great that she could barely reach across
his herculean chest with both arms fully outstretched.
“You’ve come back to your senses!”
The conversation that followed lasted some time, as
Shallica had to explain every event since Bungo had been bludgeoned into
senselessness. She left out a few of the details about how he had been calling
himself “Donglore”, and she thought that he would rather not know that he had
been wearing a chamber pot on his head. Despite her attempts to streamline the
conversation, it took several hours as she laboriously explained simple
concepts like “ship” and “mast”. Finally Bungo’s expression cleared in some dim
facsimile of what most people would call understanding. A second later, his
brow furrowed with confusion once again and his finger was poised; ready with a
fresh question.
“Just one more thing…” the barbarian stroked his jaw
thoughtfully for a moment before spinning around and pointing almost directly
upwards at the colossal spires of Turdmundaz that spiralled off into the
seemingly infinite sky only mere feet away from where the two of them were
stood “What are we doing here?”
There was a short dumbfounded pause.
“You know what they do to you here…” Bungo had a
feverish look about him as he spoke nervously. His voice suddenly dropped to a
whisper “That!”
Shallica looked at him quizzically; her large amber
eyes exploring Bungo’s oddly shaken visage with a new sense of interest. Taken
in by his sudden change in demeanour, she lowered her voice and leaned closer
to the panic stricken warrior, giving them the appearance of a pair of plotting
thieves.
“What is … That!?” she whispered the last part
rather loudly, as her enthusiasm ran wild. Bungo’s hand almost immediately came
up and covered her mouth.
“Shhhh.” The barbarian’s eyes darted from side to
side.
“Don’t say it, don’t even think it …. I’ll tell you,
but only once, and we’ll never speak of it again”. Shallica’s delicate face
bobbed up and down, still partially smothered by Bungo’s hand.
“I’ve been here before.” He began quietly.
“It was a long time ago, but I’ll never forget what
I saw.” Shallica was already completely absorbed, and a little scared too.
“We were captured by them.” Bungo motioned to Turdmundaz
“the Butt-Goblins!” His voice went strange and high pitched with the last word,
adding a sense of eerie mysticism to the tale. Shallica jumped slightly.
“There was one man; young and strong. They took him
into a cell. He was screaming, crying out for his mother after just seeing it.
Then they made us watch while they ….” His voice was drowned out momentarily by
a particularly large wave that crashed against the shore. Shallica couldn’t
make out the words, but she could see Bungo go red in the face. His eyes bulged
from their sockets and sweat ran in torrents from his forehead as he
gesticulated wildly; his whirling arms seeming to form some type of repetitive
plunging motion.
His muffled disposition continued until the sound of
the waves began to grow quieter, and Bungo seemed to reach a crescendo. Finally
his voice cleared.
“Until the handle broke off! And then they just
pulled his pants up like it was nothing!” He stopped; wheezing, with a crazed
look in his eyes.
“Like it was nothing!!” Bungo buried his head in the
sea. The last declarations were drowned out gurgles as he continued his tirade
underwater, but she could still make out that he was saying something about
“that”.
Shallica just stood there shaking; left to imagine
unknown horrors that would never be divulged.