Beggars Cannot Be Choosers

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Ha! You thought this was gone forever! Well you were sorta right! But I got into Bloodborne again! So I have no choice but to continue this story.

Powder Keg held a whetstone to his Rifle Spear. "It's time to slay some Goblins. The location is Water Town, the reward is one hundred gold each. It's up to you whether you want to come or not," Goblin Slayer explained curtly as ever.

High Elf Archer was not into the fact he decided for everybody without consulting them. "This is something I suspected for a while, but now I'm completely convinced. You're going to drive me crazy with every move you make. So, listen up! It's not a discussion unless everybody has a say!" Priestess lectured, asserting herself.

"Look's who's all grown up," Powder Keg commented mischievously. Priestess blushed and squeaked cutely. "But I am giving you a say," Goblin Slayer said simply. "No you're not! Whatever WE decide the outcome's always going to be the same!" She whined.

"I mean, I'm game," Powder Keg said again, sharpening the spear. "You don't count! Whatever we suggest, you only want to kill things!" Priestess pointed out. "Guilty as charged," He replied snickering at her suffering.

Powder Keg's crooked and sharp teeth glinted. Everyone agreed to come along. Then he heard the restrictions, no water torture, no poison, and no FIRE! Powder Keg balked, "Am I included in those restrictions?" He asked.

"Yes! You especially!" High Elf Archer said. "But...if it ain't got a kick, it ain't worth it! You just crossed out most of my arsenal! I'm not resorting to Blood Arts, or Arcane!" Powder Keg complained.

"Well tough luck buddy, pick something new," High Elf Archer flicked his nose. His one eye bore into her eyes. His fiery red hair ruffled in indignation. "Then I'm not helping!" He shouted, insulted.

"Wait? What?" Goblin Slayer spoke up. "I am a Powder Keg! Blowing shit up is game! If I can't do that, then my name means nothing! I'll have to go back to Hunter of Hunters, or Executioner! I'm not doing that!" He explained passionately.

"Fine! Keep your explosives, just restrain yourself!" High Elf Archer caved in. He jumped in the air and cheered.

On the carriage, Powder Keg looked at Water Town. Something felt off to him, so familiar and he hated that feeling. This feeling of deja vu, and it always meant something bad.

The party walked through the city in the water. Powder Keg saw they were going to a large cathedral. Priestess was busting a nut. He clenched his fists in hatred.

'Alfred, Mom, everyone...' he thought, to the people who were destroyed by the Healing Church. The golden architecture, while beautiful disgusted him.

A woman in white vestments, carrying a staff...blindfolded. Powder Keg pointed his Rifle Spear towards the Sword Maiden. "You have ten seconds to explain why your eyes are covered before I burn this entire place to the ground," Powder Keg promised.

"Oh my, dear one my eyes no longer work. So in order to conceal my scars, I covered my eyes," Sword Maiden explained, not seeing the threat to her life.

Powder Keg's dark blue eye glowed a soft turquoise. Then back again, he sighed and put the spear on his back. Priestess almost pissed herself, again.

"We have a sweet priestess, brave voyeurs, and a hunter with boiling blood in his veins. I fought by one of your kind, he is wonderful. His fighting was swift and graceful, like a bird swooping onto his prey," Sword Maiden recalled nostalgically.

Sword Maiden began to explain the Goblin problem. Yet the situation felt off. It was too organized and sophisticated. Goblins are capable of strategy and adapting. But to this extent? And so quickly, it sounds more like something is intervening.

It was time to kill some goblins. Powder Keg was about to go until Sword Maiden spoke up. "Good Hunter? Do your companions know of your sickness? I sense a disease, attached to your very blood," Sword Maiden thankfully asked that when they were alone.

Powder Keg ignored her and kept on walking. Soon, they reached the sewers. Powder Keg skewered four Goblins on his Rifle Spear. A demented smile on his face, he threw them aside.

"I believe that should be the last of this particular group," Lizardfolk Priest said. Yet High Elf Archer shot a Goblin, to measure her lack of dick.

"This many Goblins living under the city. It's enough to make your skin crawl," Dwarf Shaman mused. "Unless you are in the vicinity of a Winter Lantern. Never say that again," Powder Keg said flicking the blood of his spear.

They kept on trudging through the sewers. They all equipped lanterns as water dripped from the ceiling. Goblins, on a fuckmothering ship, sailed through the seven sewers.

Powder Keg equipped his cannon and fired onto the boat. Blowing it up, along with most of the Goblins. "Well now that that's over. Let's head back my place for a bowl of my favorite cereal, Count Cho-" Powder Keg sniffed the air.

"What is it Sir Powder Keg?" Lizard Priest asked. High Elf Archer's ears twitched. Footsteps now reached everyone's ears. A man in rags walked towards them.

"Hey! What are you doing down here?! Don't you know it's not safe!" High Elf Archer scolded the man. Powder Keg recognized him. "You look tasty...Good Hunter, it's been a while has it?" He asked smarmily.

"You bastard...Oedon Chapel....I'm glad I get so see you again!" Powder Keg said in excitement. They both laughed crazily. The man's skin began to bubble and expand. "Stand your ground, we're facing a true beast tonight," Powder Keg said to the party as the Abhorrent Beast roared.

Powder Keg equipped the Boom Hammer and charged at his prey. Ready to kill once more.

Outside, the party left the sewers, uncomfortable. "Powder Keg? How did you know him?" Priestess asked. "Some damn beggar that ate my friends. Killed him once, now like dear old mum, he came back. If the pattern continues, more of my home is coming. Because I lead them here," Powder Keg explained.



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