Mercenaries of the Gods: Chronicle One - Stories

Power Couple

We waited some time for Kadlin to show, but Rina kept on bitching and bitching, so we finally opened the Helquila to shut her up. After we have a few shots, some of the other guests arrive, like a pack of hill dwarves and more than one lycanthrope. More and more guest of every shape and size show up. Soon after, and to the delight of Rina, Morothoth taps the keg and the party officially starts. As the ale flows like water and countless snakes of smoke fly through the air, the band arrives and the party moves to the next level. From my vantage point, I witnessed many interesting things. Morothoth entered in a philosophical debate with a goblin over the interesting nature of bacon, because it exists in some form in all know worlds in all known universes. Thrack was shredding guitar with the band and rocking it like always. I laugh when I see a very drunk Rina fending off the advances of a water elemental. And I sat at the main table, sipping a shot of Helquila keeping an eye out for a special someone. Almost perfectly timed with the music God formally known as Freddie singing one of his classics, I notice the door open, and I smile big as my Kadlin steps through. She was dressed to kill in her favorite little black dress that barely clings to her delicious body and those knee-high black leather boots of hers with a literal three-inch metal spike for a heel. As her presence fills the room, the party all but stopped so their eyes could feast on her beauty. She playfully twirled her tail in her right hand as she parts the sea of entities that gaze on her. As I take a small sip from my glass, I watch as her hips sway like a boat in a storm of sexy and I smirk when her perfectly purple eyes focus on me. She reaches me and her black nails run across the back of my neck as she takes a seat in the chair next to me. Without saying a word, I pour her a shot and slide it over to her. Her tail slides around me, she takes a sip then puts her head on my shoulder. "Ya so good ta me babe. It's been a really long time since we saw each other. I missed ya a lot." 

I smile as my arm finds its home around her waist. "I missed you too baby." We clang our glasses together and take a sip. "Two days isn't a really long time." 

 My fingers enjoy her skin as she lets out a sexy giggle. "Ya say that like you're coverin up how much ya missed me." 

 "You know me so well." I give her a small kiss between her horns. "Honestly, I was starting to worry. We all expected you an hour ago." 

Her deep red lips take a sip from her glass as she slowly digs her nails into my back. "I was late cause I was scoutin tha Technomancers. I got a juicy job takin something from 'em. Was hoping it was a simple smash an grab, but it looks like it's gonna be a hard one." 

Doing my best not to make a hard one joke, I say "Those Technomancers run a tight ship, but sixty-seven hundred is a lot." I glance down at her cleavage and bite my lip. "Kinda odd that that such ahigh-risk smash and grab would have an anonymous contractee." I finish off my drink and set my cup down on the table while I trace one of her tattoos with my finger without looking at it. "You need a hand? I'll do it for free." Her head lifts from its resting place on my shoulder, her sharp teeth bit my earlobe, and she whispers something sexy to me. I grin. "I like your offer better." 

We stay at the party a little longer, but do not depart from the table. Not long after my Kadlin shows up, Thrack, Morothoth and Rina come over and we share a drink before they return to the party. That's about the same time the party hit another level when a magi shoots a pulsating ball of light in the air that transforms the citrine ceiling into a giant disco ball. Thrack nails the guitar solo, and the music God once called Dio joins Freddie to belt out the vocals to the greatest rendition of Rainbow in the Dark ever known in all existences ever. Rina hits on an Oni and gets shot down while a crabman pukes in the lava river. To confirm what Rina said, that does fucking stink. Anyway, Morothoth teaches some elves why you don't mosh with a dragon. A human wins an arm wrestling contest with a Minotaur. Some guy has a staring contest with an owl statue and wins somehow.