Ottsel Wars TTC, Ch. 6
King Gorm was seated in his throne, as always, with Burkin to his left. The two of them were whispering to each other as Daxter strode into the Grand Hall the next morning at a snail’s pace. They acknowledged his presence with a brief glance, and they resumed their enigmatic conversation. Daxter made his way to the seal in the middle of the chamber, upon which he halted his approach. The area below his left shoulder ached with the occasional spike of pain, but considering the events of the previous night, he was grateful to have returned to Precursor City in one piece.
Burkin and the King continued to converse with each other, at which Daxter’s mind began to tighten with impatience. He wanted to cross his arms to show his disproval, but the sling prevented him from doing so. He could only arch his brow and wait. He thought of Elle. She killed he
Ottsel Wars TTC, Ch. 5
"I know what you took from me," Kelger boomed as he stepped over the broken glass into nature's aquatic curtain, "and for that, I'm afraid your life has reached its end." A clap of thunder followed.
Daxter's eyes widened and his jaw dropped. Kelger's words echoed throughout his mind. If Kelger knew that he had taken the plans, then there was only one way that he would know. "No . . . ." He didn't want to believe it, but deep down he knew the truth . . . Elle had been on her father's side all along. The thought nearly broke his heart. She told him everything . . . ? How could I trust her . . . ?
Kelger grinned as another roll of thunder passed overhead. He marched towards Daxter with his fists at his sides and a dark glare in his eye. Daxter felt around for the stone railing of the balcony behind him for support, his legs wobbling as he staggered to his feet. But he wasn't quick enough to reach his lightsaber before Kelger let loose a right hook th
Ottsel Wars TTC, Ch. 4
A bright light flashed through Daxter's eyelids, but he wasn't fully awake until he was startled by the thunder that cracked the sky moments later. He bolted up right in the small guest bed and remained still until his blurred vision refocused itself. Once more, he was able to make out the contents of the tiny guest bedroom he had been escorted to after the banquet. His twin-size bed lay in the corner of the room with an old-fashioned nightstand positioned to his right-hand side. A curtain-less, arched window faced him on the opposite side of the room, now battered by heavy rain. A bookcase stood at the window's left, and a portrait at its right, which featured a portrait of some centuries-old Ottsel monarch with a snarky expression. The hardwood floor was half-covered by a velvet off-white rug with a forest-green border. The center of the rug depicted gaudy artwork of a withered bo
Ottsel Wars TTC, Ch. 3
Daxter calmly emerged from unconsciousness as Tillie brought the cart to a stop. The first thing that met his eyes when he opened them was the beauty and vastness of the twinkling night sky, accompanied by a choir of crickets chirping from all around. He sat himself up while setting the blanket aside, taking the brief pleasure to stretch the sleep out of his limbs.
"Did you sleep all right?" Ludwig's voice broke the silence from the driver's seat behind him.
Daxter turned to face Ludwig's wearied complexion. "Yeah, I actually haven't felt this rejuvenated in a while," he felt guilty in answering as he rubbed the back of his neckit was clear to him that Ludwig was exhausted from the day's long trip.
"Good, I'm glad," Ludwig replied sincerely. "Well, here we are: Castle Shrade." He motioned in the direction of the castle up ahead, where the other Ruskins had already finished unloading their belongings and
Ottsel Wars TTC, Ch. 2
It wasn't until later in the morning when Burkin began to decelerate the podship's speed. The break from consistent velocity caused Daxter to stir from his four-hour nap. He sat up from his slumped position in the passenger seat and sluggishly gazed out the front window, observing the yellow-orange sun as it continued to rise above a racing wheat field. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes with the back of his hand and muttered, "Burkin . . . we're almost there?"
"Yeah," Burkin sighed, "we're almost there." He began to drop altitude until the shrill clamor of a thousand wheat stalks brushing against the keel of the podship became irritably audible. Burkin pressed his foot against the brake pedal more firmly until the podship slowed to a stop and the racket below them ceased. He let the ship hover several feet above the ground for a few seconds, and then turned off the ignition, allowing the ship to
Ottsel Wars TTC, Ch. 1
OTTSEL WARS: The Tenebris Cipher
Daxter rubbed his eyes with the base of his hand as he sluggishly pulled back the emerald-green comforter. He sat up on the edge of his four-poster bed with his head in his hands, still trying to rub the sleep out of his eyes. With a sigh, he outstretched his right hand in the direction of the small beacon that beeped as it flashed its faint yellow glow from his bedside table. He brought the device closer to his face, its Precursor metal giving off a brief twinkle in the dim light. A duty call so early in the morning? he wondered. That's odd. He pressed his thumb against the button to silence the beeper and cease its flashing pattern. He glanced back at his bedside table at the new alarm clock the King had given him several months ago. 5:15 in the morning? Daxter read. I don't even think the King is