Horatios quest.

Chapter 1:

The two zapped into a busy city street. Carts being carried by horses in a busy market. Vegetables and fish on every stand.

“Huh...That was a weird fever dream!” Horatio said, looking before he cringed at a high-pitched squeal.

“Och oh jest taki cenny!” A girl who looked to be about five grabbed onto Horatio. Horatio looked absolutely disgusted. He looked to Katrina for help.

A much taller lady appeared and pried the girl off Horatio and told her something in what was diffidently a language Horatio didn’t understand. The girl turned and asked something to Katrina whose faced flashed with doubt for a split second replied.

“Uh...As nekalbu lenkiskai?” Katrina said hesitantly.

Horatio waited impatiently as the two talked. Suddenly he saw it. A bright, Shinning, beautiful Sikorski saber. Wow is this what love feels like? Is this what Karl Marx felt like when Lenin established the first communist nation? Horatio would do danm near anything for that. Well, that’s a bit much he wouldn’t do anything for that. Horatio sprinted up to the market and was meet by a pale man with a long black beard and a bald head.

“Sveiki” The man said.

“Listen Baldy I don’t know what weird primitive language you speak but I want that sword!” Horatio growled he was so intimidating.

“Dude! You could have just said you only speak English. I'll have you know that Lithuanian is not primitive.” The man sneered.

“I need that sword. I'll do anything! I'll pay in blood.” Horatio said in an oddly demonic tone.

“We need some extra muscle. If you come with us and get Jagiello and bring him here without trouble The sword is yours.” The man said.

“Hm I pretty sure there something about this in the Bidle. IM IN!” Horatio yelled.

“Great meet us near the Warsaw fountain at sunset.” The Baldy said and Horatio had to think for a few moments. Warsaw? That was in Poland!

“DANM YOU MICHAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEL!!!!!!!!!” Horatio yelled and a few heads turned.