The Night Weeps Jul 15, 2018 23:40:00 GMT -5
Post by Char-Vell on Jul 15, 2018 23:40:00 GMT -5
A Gift from Ignatios
A Gift from Ignatios
“You resemble the typical Aesir closely enough, but your great stature and robust bone structure lend credence to Othostenes’ tales of a tribe of pale man-apes far to the north of Nordhiem. I would very much like to examine your teeth.” the swarthy Kothian antiquary crooned. From his mustachioed, pockmarked face, framed by oily black ringlets, glared the eyes of a fanatic. He reached out with bejeweled fingers to the scowling face of the tawny-haired giantess standing before him.
Sigyn took a step backward, suppressing the urge to knock the man senseless. “I think not. Better to turn your attention to this idol you hired me to recover. I am anxious to be on my way.” She rested her hand suggestively on the hilt of the heavy saber hanging at her armored hip.
Ignatios, the wealthy dealer of antiques and esoteric curiosities in the Kothic city of Krosha, Grinned toothily and raised his open hands in a gesture of mock supplication. “Your whim is my mandate, my dear.” He turned and leered lovingly at the outrageous jade figure squatting loathsomely on the lacquered countertop before him. It was of a stylized anthropomorphic creature that combined the reptilian with the piscine. It’s most prominent feature was the grotesquely exaggerated phallus that protruded from the figure and made up a majority of its mass. Sigyn would have found the thing riotously funny had she not spent weeks in the Kambujan jungles, crawled through a narrow, insect infested shaft and battled a giant, poisonous toad in order to get it.
Ignatios picked it up and rolled it about in his hands. He fixed Sigyn with his wild gaze. “Yahuul-Ikoss, an obscure fertility god from the days when Valusia and Lemuria towered proudly above the waves! I have at least two collectors clamoring for such a piece! I will make a handsome profit, unless I choose to keep it for my own modest collection.” The Kothian caressed the figurine in a provocative manner. “Its attributes are amusing, wouldn’t you agree, Aesir?”
Sigyn tapped the countertop impatiently. “The gold, Kothian.”
“Of course.” In a flurry of elaborately embroidered silk robes, Ignatios whirled and strode into his office, Leaving Sigyn alone for a few moments. She looked around the shop. It was filled floor to ceiling with all manner of outré artifacts. Figurines and fetishes from religions and cultures from all over the word. Paintings of varied styles and levels of mastery, row upon row of grimoires and piles of moldering scrolls. All shared one common theme; sexual perversity both profound and pervasive. Sigyn sneered in mild disgust. She was far from prudish, nor was she one to be easily offended, but the proclivities of civilized people often baffled her.
She was idly scraping bits of dried mud from her cuirass when Ignatios returned carrying a leathern satchel.
“Here is the agreed upon amount.” he purred, handing the laden bag over the Aesir. “In recognition of the supreme effort you put forth, I have included a little…something extra! A gift if you will. A sprightly volume of illustrations by the Acheronian master Volga-Gar!” the Kothic antiquary fairly quivered with delight. Sigyn thought he might succumb to a fit of giggling.
Sigyn shouldered the satchel and headed for the exit. “I’m sure I’ll enjoy it. Farewell Ignatios!”
Ignatios grinned like a lunatic at Sigyn’s back as she stepped out into the bustling streets of Krosha. He licked his greasy lips and rung his bejeweled hands.
“Oh, you will enjoy it to be sure, my sweet!” he crooned, “You will enjoy it to the fullest extent!”