A simple fire burns at a small camp in a desert under the pale glow of stars. When the sun rises so does the insanity. The ground will be bloody tomorrow for they fight a Dragon Goddess to the death. But that seems a lifetime away. Tonight, they all drink and converse, their minds lightyears away from the carnage of tomorrow. The waters of the lake are calm as Morothoth stands some distance away, looking over his friends in reflection and contemplation. Rina sucks on a bottle then reluctantly passes it to the left. Kadlin takes the bottle and then a drink as she rests her head on Alan's shoulder. Alan's arm is at home around the waist of the curvy succubus and his fingers enjoy her silky skin. Sitting between Alan and Zaidu, Thrack points up at the moon trying to explain to Zaidu where he trained. The enthralled Seraph looks up to the moon, listening intently.
"That's very fascinating Thrack. You had many wild adventures. I a bit jealous." says Zaidu as he keeps looking at the moon. He picks up his bottle and takes a small sip before releasing a contemplative sigh. "But it seems my adventures are starting."
The moonlight glints off the ring that adorns Thrack's left tusk as he chuckles. "You speak truth young Zaidu. This world you stepped into is full of chaos and that chaos reaps good stories. The presence of my friends greatly increased the quantity of tales I can tell."
"Like that fucking time tusk face and his big ass nose almost got fucking killed by Irithor and Alan had to fucking save his punk ass from getting double fisted like a three copper Greshian hooker!" shouts Rina in her sassiest voice as she takes the bottle back from Kadlin.
While shaking his head, Alan chuckles. "It didn't happen quite like that. Besides, if I didn't save him, we might not all be here right now."
"Some fucking favor cause my awesomeness might get sodomized by fucking the moldy cunt Tiamat tomorrow and you're fucking talking like that's a fucking good thing." Rina takes a swig from the bottle then wipes her mouth. "Remind me again why I fucking allow you colon sucking monkey fuckers to get me in these shitty ass situations?"
Kadlin's amethyst eyes move to Rina like a big sister looking at her bratty little sister. "Cause we give ya free booze an a chance ta kill a Dragon Goddess."
Rina pauses for a moment and cutely tilts her head. "Ohhh yeah."
A smile on his face, Zaidu looks over at the group. "I curious about how you all came friends. You are not normal group of entities, so that must be good story."
Rina rolls her green eyes as she lets out an annoyed groan. "Fucking fuck you Zaidu! Just fucking once can we not tell stupid ass stories while fucking chill at a fire and shit cause we were all fucking there or already heard this dragon shit or don't fucking care and tomorrow shit will super mother fucking crazy so everyone should just shut the fuck up and drink and drink and drink till we stop giving a fucking shit about anything but drinking more!"
Taking his hand off his tusk ring, Thrack smirks. "Sorry young one but Zaidu requested the story. He put his life is our hands and the very least we can do is entertain his request for the tale." Thrack turns to Zaidu and smiles while the disgruntled Rina starts to throw a mild tantrum mixed with colorful insults. Ignoring the childish behavior, Thrack clears his throat. "Perhaps the proper place to start is at the encounter with Irithor the Conqueror while he was besieging Rolminor..."
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Mercenaries of the Gods: Chronicle One - Stories
FantasyHey, you. Yes, you! The Seer's been looking for you. It's got some things to show you. Crazy things. Strange things. Important things. In this visit to the Seer, you'll read three stories. Well, three stories and a booklet, but no one reads the book...
