Chapter 13: Chapter 13: Dragonkin, part 1

Chapter 13: Dragonkin, part 1

The Raging Bulls party is a veteran party. They had escorted more than one Hero of Ultimate Fate on their quests. Much to their shame, they had failed the Hero Fiona, but then again, she had been seduced by the dark side.

Yet, her righteous cause was like a beacon to the five men. How many men had gone home with a woman from the Trap Nation, only to find out that the human was a man?

And how many ladies have gone home with a man, only to experiment later with a man, who was a woman? Why, the Raging Bull's party leader had suffered from this very thing too, during his youth.

"A toast to Fiona. May she rest in peace," the leader, Constantine, said, as he raised his drinking horn.

His party stomped their feet, and drank deep to the memory of such a martyr.

"One of those days someone else will pick up her cause, and we must be ready to assist them," Nahndor, the healer, said. He wiped some ale from the corner of his mouth, and looked on with a lost gaze. "Do you think that we could make the trip to her grave? The traps should not be allowed to break through her final barrier."

"We cannot risk our lives. For, her flame will burn, as long as we are alive. We must protect her journal, so the truth won't die with her," Percy, the archer, drank deep from his drinking horn.

"Hear, hear," Odmir, the tank, raised his drinking horn in the air, and then drank deeply. He liked Fiona romantically, even if she had eyes only for Demon Lord Andras. Yet, he had admired her from afar, and stolen more than one pair of her panties.

"We may mourn as much as we can, but that doesn't mean, we don't need a job. Have you looked for quests, leader?" Augustine, the mage, asked. He and Constantine were brothers.

Their parents wanted to have children, whose names could be shortened to Tine. The two men had been lucky. Unlike their sister. Tristine… oh, poor Tristine. The scars from such a name saw her in and out of therapy for most of her life.

"There is this quest about saving a princess from a dragon, but I don't know about it. It is an escort mission for a warrior who just made the lists in the adventurer's guild. I don't really feel like babysitting," Constantine told his brother, who snorted.

"Their gold would be good. Come on, we were noobs too, once. If the guild master didn't send us off with the Ultimate Hero of Fate, Fiona, we would have never leveled," Augustine said, and then sighed. "Poor Fiona."

And another roll of drinking ensued.

"To Fiona, and Andras!" Odmir said. He really wouldn't have had anything against bagging them both. Ah, but such is fate.

"So, it is decided then? We will take the quest?" Percy asked, as he sipped from his drinking horn. He really needed the money. His war bow snapped just yesterday, and now he was down to his spare crossbow.

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Now, one might argue that this was an improvement. A crossbow could even be wielded by a dwarf. Yet, for Percy, it was a bad thing. He had arms like boulders, and could really make use of a war bow. His arrows could even pierce a gambeson. But not his crossbow bolts.

"Hear, hear," Odmir said once more, and then they all drank deep.

 Yet, Constantine had a calculating gaze. He would test this dragon. For, there was this wizard, who could bring back the dead. Fiona's last song had not been sung, as far as Constantine was concerned. The Trap Nation had to fall!  

The next morning…

Bird song for men with hangover was like the blight on the land. They knew that they couldn't do much against the birds, so, they didn't so much as try. Instead, they got up when the combination of bird's song and sunlight threatened to boil their brains into mush.

There was a slight scuffle for the bathroom, but they managed to get dressed, and got to the adventurer's guild, with only a couple of bumps on each of their heads.

There, right before the guild, a chipper girl with a bow strapped on her back was waiting for them. She waved them over, and they came to her. Let it not be said that the Raging Bulls Party ignored a fair lady.

"So, you are the Raging Bulls, right?" She asked, and the five brothers-in-arms nodded as one. This was something they practiced, to look like a competent party. "Great. My name is Dido, and I am to be escorted to the captured princess!"

"We will make sure you are safe, Dido," Constantine said, as the woman narrowed her eyes at him.

"Just what are you talking about? I will be the one making sure you are safe! Now, hop into the wagon, and let us get to the tower, before the princess ends up dragon chow," Dido said, and the men finally saw the wagon. It had an expensive horse strapped to it. Why, Constantine could even swear that it was a destrier.

"What a waste, for such an animal to be pulling a wagon," Constantine said, as Dido got in the driver's seat.

"Hey, Ralph likes to pull wagons. Now, try to get him to enter a battlefield, and he will make sure you end up with a broken neck," Dido said with a chuckle. Her chuckle was melodic, alas, the men were still hangover, and so, it was like a hammer for their heads.

She ushered the horse forward, and the brothers-in-arms did their best to fall asleep in the back. For, they knew, that if they didn't get rid of their hangover before they reached the dragon, they might end up puking on it.

As Augustine uncorked the bottle with sauerkraut juice, he wondered why he still drank. For, he hated the mornings after. Yet, what else could he do? The life of an adventurer demanded sacrifices.  

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