Koeia Eridanus/Memory Books

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## **Kosyl Dobawin**

Stupid Ali. He was always an indifferent, subservient, cunty bumfae asshole. This was just a brand-new type of hole. An entirely new sphincter which involved weirdos in striped clothing and stupidly huge glowing assholes in the sea and sky that appeared from nowhere. What an absolute fucking nightmare.

Plan-G-For-Gun hadn’t worked as well as he’d hoped. Usually when most other people – anyone who wasn’t a nebulous changeling- saw another person be shot in the head they would usually give up and assume that person was dead. It was a very shitty plan and hurt like fuckery, but usually gave Ko a chance to escape so long as he remembered to try and turn his skin white like ordinary changelings. The huge glitch however had fucked that plan up.

“Blast it!” He winced as he sat up. Putting a hand to his head where he had shot, he cursed at Ali again and tried to remove the piece of rock that felt lodged in there. He was lucky he didn’t have a brain, he noted with some sarcasm, but then also furious that he hadn’t given him something digestible like a bullet and gunpowder that he could have broken down and absorbed. The hell was it? Amber? Was Ali stupid? Why the fuck would you have a gun that shot jewels. No wonder he wasn’t an artificer.

Ko snorted angrily as he spat out the sand from his mouth, crawling out from beneath the wreckage of the ship and surveying where in the fuck he was. A desert of pinky-white sand covered with puddles with the sun beginning to rise in the distance and fading the stars from the sky.

Fan-*fucking*-tastic.

How the shit was he meant to sail out of a-

He turned to face the ship. And screamed.

It was splinters. His beautiful, beautiful, ship and all its treasure. Ripped to shreds, upside down with the mast impaled into the ground and water still puddling everywhere. He could have cried if he wasn’t so enraged. The goddamn bastard had taken the entire crew and wrecked the ship and stranded him in the sandy-butthole of some weird place.  Now how the hell was he meant to get them out like they had planned for any Plan-G-for-Gun situations if he didn’t know where he was.

He looked around for a landmark. Maybe he was just on a beach. Nope. All desert apart from an ugly little blue Kobold running up to him from behind the dune carrying a box.

Ko stared at it. Was this a mirage? Could you get mirages at night?

“Begone fuck’o!” Ko snarled, summoning the eldritch canon immediately.

The Kobold smiled politely, dipping his head with a gentle word, “Quite,” and then opened the box allowing it to play. The pain was immediate and Ko crumpled to the sand in a heap unable to move.

“You know, that was highly frustrating of you Koeia.” Said an unfamiliar voice. The music had stopped but his head was still ringing with the sound. He rolled over and stared up into a pair of red eyes, glowing in the dark behind a pair of tiny and useless glasses.

“Oh. A shithead who has spoken to Ali.” Ko rolled his eyes, unimpressed. “Calling me by my name, what are you, my mother?”

He was fully prepared to be kicked in the head, but instead the man crouched beside him.

“Don’t you want to find your sister? Don’t you want to be a family again? Ali and I can help you find her, that’s all we wanted.”

“Before or after you took aim at us?”

“Before and it still is what we want.”

“Nope. Not interested. Get knotted, you dogfuck.”

“That’s a shame.”

“For you maybe, but I’m not fucking interested in helping *Banchoot* like you.” his fingers caught around the stock of the pistol and he whipped it up and shot at the man’s face, aiming right between his eyes with gleeful grin. Nothing happened when he clicked and the man looked unimpressed, and then sneered as Ko decided to spit at him instead.

“Such a shame that Pirates only understand violence. Oh well. I can speak in violence.” He said with a deep sigh. He beckoned the Kobold over and took a cleaver from him. Before Ko could twist round to move, he had chopped it straight through Ko’s arm from the shoulder down, picking up the severed limb and casting a spell across it as Ko screamed. The limb twitched and twisted, trying to reform its self but an amber liquid flowed out of the wood of the ship and surrounded it, trapping it in a cocoon of yellow rock.

“If you keep protesting in such a vulgar manner, then I shall just have to give you back to your brother piece by piece.” He said pacing round Ko as he curled up trying to reform his arm as fast as he could. “You don’t matter to me, but your brother seems to be more compliant with knowing you’ll be at his side, one way or another. He is more valuable than you, and I’m sure he wont mind me changing his mind as to how he feels about you for doing this.”

Ko kicked out, catching the man in the knee. He winced with a little ‘oof’ but raised the cleaver up again, chopping down on the foot that had kicked him.

“How pitiful.” He smiled widely as Ko shrieked at the foot dissolving into stardust. Revealing his teeth to be sharpened fangs. A Vampire.

“Pitiful and yet interesting. Maybe I should keep you to one side for now. I would love to see how this works, and what it can do.” He nudged the stary dust swirling into the air with the blade of the cleaver. Ko spat at him again and the cleaver came down on his hair. The pain was immediate. “You feel pain in your hair too? How strange. I wonder what your nervous system must look like to be able to feel pain in your hair and to not bleed like any other being.”

At the word bleed, Ko froze mid scream as he saw the sharp fangs of the vampire draw close for a bite. What would happen if a vampire bit him, would he be undead? He didn’t want to find out and tried to reshape himself into a smaller form.

“Sir.” The Kobold coughed politely for the Vampire’s attention and he stopped. “The sun.”

Clearing his throat. The vampire stood up again and looked to the horizon. “Thank you Quisli.”

“Are we taking him with us sir?”

“No no, we’ll send the interns out to collect him and that other one, the gnoll, we left wandering the desert. Have them dress up and disguise themselves as the Ladies. Petra is usually more agreeable with them when they look like her granddaughters.”

“You want to give them to Miss Stone, sir?”

“I know she’ll break them in and look after them.” He gave a little chuckle and with a wave of a blue gemstone dagger he opened a glitch in the sky, allowing the little Kobold to walk on in. The vampire winced slightly as Ko hurled a string of screaming insults at him, and annoyed he took out a book and a quill.

“You are the most vitriolic little specimen I have ever come across.” He scowled. “I think you are in need of a dramatic personality shift. I am not having a subject use such a mouth.”

Ko began to shriek again and his entire body ached as if every cell in his body was being pulled apart. He twisted and writhed as the quill danced across the paper. The Vampire gave a little puff of tiredness.

“So many memories. So many useful things.” He noted with a half laugh. “I don’t think you need all of these.”

“What are you doing?” Ko’s voice was horse, distorted and unfamiliar to even himself.

“Correcting your personality for you. I can’t have someone with a few thousand years of knowledge using that intelligence to get away now. Although there is so many here…I know, I’ll have to divide these up somehow.” With a little shrug, the Vampire pointed his quill at Ko as the world went white in the light of the sun and his head slumped into the sand.

## **Frako Stein**

### **Memory of Baby**

A huge goliath lifts you up onto his shoulder as the stars crowd the night sky and points out across the water where the reflection of the sky is almost perfect. “Do you see any false stars in the sea?” He asks with a laugh. “Let me know if you do because it’s lucky. We may not need this luck now, but you never know when you will in the future.”

### **Final Memories**

The crew is in a rush. They’re trying to hide you and ready themselves to retaliate against the surprise attack that has just happened. A ship has come out of nowhere and fired upon them with unimaginable devastation and fire power, scuttling the ship by ripping through the masts with a powerful chain shot.

In the chaos, the goliath, Baby, tries to find a safe place for you to hide, but nowhere is safe. The ship takes another round of cannon fire, more powerful than any you have experienced before, that shreds the upper deck and sails, sending them crashing to the deck. The young golden dragon, Lakoda, the ship’s mascot is struggling to get into the air, and with a blast from the eldritch canon, the ropes and sails are incinerated, freeing the dragon and allowing her to escape.

Your captain, Harriet, yells at you to hide as the other ship rams you, and you an overwhelmed by a strange and screaming music coming from a strange box carried by a small blue Kobold. The crew is stunned, unable to move and so they are easily overwhelmed by the enemy. A wizard alters gravity and the crew are easily levitated up onto the enemy ship, where another wizard – more elegantly dressed in a strange pinstriped outfit - begins to write things down as he passes on by the captive crew. Each time he passes a crew member, muttering to himself, you see their eyes go blank and empty and a look of confusion come across their faces as if they can’t remember how they got there.

Its captain strides out onto deck as your body is levitated up onto the enemy ship. The music stops playing and you are no longer incapacitated, however you are stunned to see a familiar face scowling at you. White hair that fades to black and becomes adorned with stars, tanned skin, black eyes with a star for a pupil, and face marked by glowing blue markings, you feel a strange pull being near him, and terror as you know what he wants to do. The ship all around you is lined with strange golden resin, glowing from the light of a gigantic tear in the sea and sky which is beginning to draw your old ship in. The captain glares down at you and orders two of his men, a Shadar’kai and an Aasimar to tie you up as securely as possible, with whatever it takes to keep you from escaping, but the young golden dragon, Lakoda, returns, spewing fire upon the deck, melting the strange golden resin.

Determined not to be taken with the rest of the crew, you escape your captors stealing the golden pistol from the Aasimar, and leap back onto the ship just as they are cutting it free and releasing it into a gigantic tear in the sea and the sky. You make it, and as the enemy pirates begin to try and shoot, their captain commands them to stop, only asking for the pinstriped wizard to do something.

When they don’t listen to his orders, the captain swiftly kills them and then begins yelling at you.

You don’t listen and with one final middle finger, you put the gun to your head and shoot, just as the ship falls into the gigantic tear.