Big Trouble in Port Kaier

Big Trouble in Port Kaier (Kaier Bride 5 prelude)

Cacamao Estate, Kaierian mainland....
The Grand chief had ordered my husband to Port Kaier to bring back some important shipments, but I don't think he really considered all the possibilities. If My husband and his drives run into the port brothels, not only could our household become destitute, but the entire rim river economy could drain through the mechanism of his formidable hungers. This worries me, but I am too emotionally vested in it too sense things clearly.
I hope the natural and sustaining joys of a large and happy household enter in his thinking. I think he would miss sitting on his house throne while his mates rub their pregnant bellies against his legs while they paint his fingers and toes. I hope he remembers When we would place the feather crown on his head and color his cheeks to show our household pride to the entire village.

Port Kaier...
The large doors opened from the underground tunnel filling his nose with the fragrant scents of home while his eyes filled with visions that exceeded his most optimistic hopes for the afterlife. He stood in the doorway blocking other men with his mouth open staring.
Women scantily clad in silks walked overhead in transparent suspended catwalks. Women hung from the ceiling on swings by caged songbirds. Their were fountains, paper lanterns, plants, and erotic ceiling frescos behind the large marble columns awaiting him and his dumbfounded smile.
It was the moment the doorman had been dreading for over a week, since he had begun hearing about exhausted women at other establishments, He heard about how His obsidian eye gave him the ability to see peoples shadows move in the future and predict their movements. He had heard about His Magic warclub that would cut through a man after it had cut through a tree, and there was the matter of his tattoos. The large man placed a sweaty palm on Cacamao's chest as he began to stride forward. “ Umm..sir...” he said.
Cacamao stopped and looked down at the man as he narrowed his eyes. The serpent heads that were sewn into his shoulders hissed in his ears. He drew his warclub, while the doorman protected his face with his arms, and prepared for death.
Cacamao turned his back to the doorman and looked into the underground tunnel. He gestured towards the two shaman that escorted him to take up opposite sides of the doorway.
The flowers suddenly began to blossom and bloom putting out an impossible eye watering amount of pollen. He swung his war-club back and forth making it whistle as the obsidian teeth on the sides began to vibrate and rotate into a black blur.
Two corpses that had plant vines running through them leaped at him hungry for his blood. A single swing of his blade removed 3 legs in one swing. The symbols on the outside of the war club began to glow. Vine tendrils from the potted plants near the door stretched out and begin to reknit a structure to the severed legs. The patrons and women began to flee screaming into the private rooms.
2 more living dead minions leapt over the fallen ones only to be simultaneously cut off at the chest, but the blow was over extended and The war-club stuck half way into a marble column.
The Shaman blew dirt from the palms of their hands on the the man/ Plant abominations that began to burn them almost as fast as the vines inside that were moving them and they left trails of smoke behind their frenetic charge vines grew out of them and latched on to the overhead catwalk to pull them selves forward.
A retreating woman fell from the catwalk into Cacamao's arms when they shook the it. He set her down, but the distracting quality that had served her well hear gave the creatures a grasp on his legs. They began to chew at his legs with their rotting teeth.
The Shaman chanted in unison cutting away at the unholy foliage with bone sacrificial knives. The room grew warm from the words of power, and bubbles grew out of the air the popped into small electric bursts.
Cacamao tried to fight his way upright, but they were growing around him as they dug into his flesh. They hand made his body limp up to the waist. Before they could reach his chest the tattoos of coiled serpents around his arms began to glow a dull red. The glowing red outline of the serpents extended out from his arm tattoos. They grew until they were the length of a man. He used one to prop himself upright while the other ripped apart the creatures attacking him. The shaman finished the job. They offered some words of blessing to the water in a fountain. The creature stayed dormant once they were inside the waters.
A new walking plant corpse had come in from the tunnel. He had flowers sprouting from him, He was covered in barnacles and sea plants. He wore the Caiman skull of a Panchayyah Shaman. The air in the room began to warm with a wet air that the followed the corpse The door man slammed a small piece of statuary into it head from behind as it advanced . It sent him spinning with a claw across his throat that left a trail of warm blood.
One of the Illuminated serpent outlines extending form The Panchayyah prince grabbed on to the arm That had lashed out at the doorman barely too late to prevent the blow. It moved the arm away from the Plant driven zombie as fast as the plant vines could grow from it's body and keep it connected, but faster then they could solidly hold and move it. He placed the arm in the fountian where the water had been blessed. He placed the arm in the water. The vines did as plant vines will do and carried the water back to the main body, and as they did they left a trail of black ash.
At the same time a shaman had removed something that looked like a cross between a large blowgun and a blunderpuss. The wide mouth had a rack of needles already stored in it, as he removed the wax and hide covering. He blew and green smoke came out. The needles shone with supernatural power as they drove a whole the size of a man's head in the former Shaman's torso.
The last shaman had cut his thumb, and blood trailed down grooves in the links of a bone and ebony whip. His blow removed one of the legs.
The illuminated serpent tatoo returned to it's master, and coiled itself around the fist he placed it in the hole that had been made by the blowgun blast. The serpent uncoiled itself into a spiral that torne through the quivering body leaving a still animated head to fall to the ground with a trail of smoking roots and nerves.
One Shaman began gather the ashes, and tosses them into the fountian whose waters were turning black. The plants in the room began to show several months of growth. Cacamao Picked up the head and gazed into it with his obsidian eye. The other shaman wrapped brown gauze around the neck of the doorman.
A stunning woman with long blonde hair dress in red and green silks came out on to a balcony and asked “what happened ?!”.
The doorman weakly pointed to the head, and then to Cacamao, whose reputation had preceeded him before he passed out. The Panchayyah prince of the land began to speak without moving his gaze from the head.
He spoke “It appears that he was an exiled shaman who a crew that specialized in illicit cargo had been using to purify water. When he died the fear the death blossom of the living land, so they tossed him over board not thinking that it would only anger his spirit.”. He looked down at the fallen doorman, saying “See what happens when you are in inhospitable to the Panchayyah.”. Then he continued “ His ship is still adrift at sea and flowering with death. It should be destroyed from far away with blessed burning oil.” He tossed the head to the shaman who had been attending the doorman who ran off with it to notify the authorities. Life had returned to his legs. He began to remove his stuck war- club, before he looked up at the woman transfixed.
The woman speaking was the lady of the chameleons, She was the owner of the establishment. She had been seen on the arms of powerful men, and was notorious in her own right. Now the only men she would be with were ones that were lucky enough to spin a wheel when they purchased a night of pleasure in her house. One could gauge her status and desirability by the brisk business it brought for the once or twice a month she would lay with a man.
“ Enjoy any one here tonight for your help, Prince Cacamao.” She spoke
He removed his war-club, and pointed up at her.
2 days later she emerged from her chamber. The room smelt of the powerful ointment the prince had given the nightwalker.
“ Ladies I have an announcement...”


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Assault on the Flowering Death Ship
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Kaier Bride Five: The Newest Addition

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