Orc Calamity - Chapter 32 Swear before We star

“Dear sister, you should consider the time, date, and place.” Midka walked through the door frame with her usual sassy walk, quickly followed by Hellie.

“What the hell?” Hellie exclaimed seeing her sister, Demze tightly attached to Xa’Gun.

“Heh… Seems we’ll need to continue this another time.” Demze released her grasp around Xa’Gun, as she slid down his torso, and back to the ground.

Midka took the same place she had the night before, before propping her head looking bored, but her eyes ping-ponged between her sisters and Xa’Gun. If one looked closely enough, one could see her brows ever so slightly furrowed.

Xa’Gun, now speechless, wasn’t sure exactly what to say. Why did he feel bad that Hellie had found him and Demze together… It wasn’t his fault!

Hellie barked, “Continue what exactly!?” As Demze went back to her seat, she lifted her tankard to see the empty bottom, and shrugged to Hellie, “Whatever that needs to be continued.”

“A-are you drunk?” Hellie tilted her head seemingly forgetting about Demze and Xa’Gun.

“I’ve had a couple of tankards.” Demze nodded.

“…???” Hellie was filled with questions, as she approached Xa’Gun who was still standing stupidly within his own cooking area.

“Demze… Uncle Jukzuk said he needed to consult with us… So why would you knowingly become inebriated, hmmm?” Midka shifted her focus to Demze, as she narrowed her eyes.

“So, I’ve had a few tankards… Hellie gets shit faced all the time.” Demze made an exaggerated arm movement to give emphasis, but it only came across as being exceptionally drunk.

“Language, dear sister, language.” Midka scolded.

“Oh, please… Am I took brash for my prude of a sister, hmmm? A few well-placed words have never hurt anyone.” Demze countered.

“Your image… It hurts your image, Demze.” Midka frowned, as she added, “Are we sure that Xa’Gun here likes foul-mouthed Orcess?” Her gaze naturally shifted over to Xa’Gun, as her eyes focused on the two love bites… One older than the other, “Especially seeing as you have already marked him all over.”

“He likes Hellie, so if he likes her, then he’s not going to mind any harsh words said, considering how Hellie is.” Demze laughed loudly.

Hellie rubbed the place on Xa’Gun’s neck that had just been marked, as she turned to her head to look at Demze, “And how am I, huh?”

“Brash, rude, crude, floozy, hussy, the list goes on really… Should I go on?” Demze smirked as she leaned back in her chair.

“I am not!!!” Hellie almost wanted to cover Xa’Gun’s ears, as she took a step into Demze’s direction.

“Quiet down, you two. Demze’s drunk… She’s just being Demze. Hellie sit down, would you? You’ve already touched him all over… Xa’Gun, would you like me to serve the mead?” Midka spoke softly, but sternly over Demze’s drunken laughing and Hellie’s outrage.

Taken by surprise, Xa’Gun gawked for a moment. He felt a footstep on his toes, as the bit of pain came to him, as he noticed Hellie took her foot off his toes, and she looked up at him.

“I-Ummm… I got it.” Xa’Gun turned and collected some of the cleaned tankards from yesterday.

Midka nodded, as she looked from Hellie to Demze. Demze smiled and made an innocent shrug.

Hellie wandered to her seat that she sat at yesterday.

Xa’Gun turned to pass the tankards to Midka and Hellie, only now noticing how they sat. Midka on the far right, Demze in the middle, and Hellie on the left. He would sit on the other side of the table with Jukzuk.

Hellie drank her tankard in one go, while Midka took a simple sip, as she had done last night.

A few minutes of silence passed within the cooking area, as it had been so before the coming of the other two sisters before the silence was broken.

“So, you and Demze are intimates now?” Midka took another sip and then asked Xa’Gun.

“Pfft…” Xa’Gun coughed into his drink, “No…”

“Oh? Well, looking at the ring of marks around your head like a necklace, and you two glued together when I first arrived says otherwise.” Midka took another sip of her mead.

“It’s only two marks…” Xa’Gun touched the love bite left by Hellie.

“Perhaps I… Exaggerated a bit, but I can’t help but notice them… You work very quickly to seduce my sister. I guess it makes sense with the way you look at Orcess.” Midka continued.

“Wait, This mark is from Hellie, but this one is from Demze… This one isn’t my fault!” Xa’Gun now touched the sore mark left by Demze. She bit a lot harder than Hellie did, as to leave a mark quickly.

“Oh?” Midka looked to Hellie, as Hellie turned her face away from both her sisters.

“Son, don’t you know humans had a saying, ‘Don’t kiss and tell?’” Jukzuk gave a light laugh, as he entered into the cooking area.

Xa’Gun grunted he didn’t understand.

“Maybe it’s not a northern kingdom expression.” Jukzuk shrugged, as he got himself a tankard to fill, as he spoke, “Seems this afternoon has been full of fun. Girls, have you been playing nice with little Gun-Gun?”

“Little Gun-Gun?” Midka mouthed, as Demze laughed loudly.

Jukzuk turned around and took a long cut from his tankard.

“What kind of nickname is mountain-mountain?!” Demze laughed much louder than usual, no doubt the mead got to her.

Jukzuk took his seat, “And Dem-dem is better? Isn’t that right little smart-smart.”

Xa’Gun grinned, as now he understood what Dem-Dem meant. When Orcs spoke names, they sounded like names… More than the sum of their parts. It was only when the name was broken down did it sound like words.

“Well, I am… It was a good nickname.” Demze stoped laugh, as she slid back down in her seat.

“Then if Demze is Dem-Dem, and Hellie is Lili, then is Midka Mid-Mid? Pretty-Pretty?”

“Haha, no. She’s Middy. Isn’t that right, Middy?” Jukzuk turned his head to see Midka’s reaction. He wasn’t let down, as she darkened up in a blush.

“No one has called me that in a very long time, Uncle,” Midka confessed, as she drank a bit more mead.

“What’s middy mean?” Xa’Gun wasn’t sure about the wording.

“Just a non-sense word… She tried to say her own name as a child, and that’s how she would say it, hahaha. She would say, “I’M MIDDY!” I was so cute. There were times when all three sisters would play together that it was so cute that it hurt my heart to watch.” Jukzuk spoke as he drank, but Xa’Gun noticed his eyes turned red while talking. His voice… Calm as always, but it was always his eyes that reddened.

“Uncle…” Hellie spoke softly.

“Ah, We better get on with the topic this evening, before we get any further into our tankards than We already have… Dem-Dem seems to have already had quite a bit…” Jukzuk grunted to show his point, as Midka nodded.

“I’ve only had two,” Demze confessed.

“And you have the tolerance like I do…” Hellie glared at her sister… She hadn’t forgotten the mark on her Tincan…

Jukzuk disregarded the small amount of banter, as he spoke up, “Before we start… You three must swear you will not speak of what I’m about to read to you, or what We discuss tonight… Swear it!” His stern tone carried a heavy air, as he demanded an oath.

The three sisters each took an Oath on their Element… Hellie swore to the four winds, Demze swore to the rivers of the mountains, and Midka sword to Ya’Sar, the Fire Tyrant.

“Good, good, good…” Jukzuk nodded, as he began. “Well…” Jukzuk pulled out the scroll he wrote up following Xa’Gun’s fevered dream, and then read it to both Midka and Demze.

“…” Both remained silent after the few minutes of listening to Jukzuk, and then Xa’Gun filling in a bit of the memory he still had.

“And you are sure… one hundred percent positive, the world is called “Gun’Dunah,” Midka asked.

“Yes. In my travels… It was something I worked on, so to speak.” Jukzuk closed one eye and responded.

“Then Gun’Dunah would be the World Spirit,” Midka added.

“The world spirit? Why would the world spirit contact some unknown orc for fun?” Demze said curtly.

“What the hell? That was nasty, Demze.” Hellie spoke in defense.

“No offense… I mean, I really didn’t mean for it to sound like that, but… My point still stands… Why didn’t it contact him when he was with humans? Hell, why didn’t the world spirit do something when he was raked by the humans for years on end… Why now??? Doesn’t make much sense, if you ask me.” Demze concluded.

“What if it has to do with the berries?” Hellie couldn’t help but think out loud.