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Chapter VIII: We Caught Something?
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*Wah-tosh!*
*Rrrrraaaaaaaaa!*
Caw-caw! Caw-caw! Caw-caw!
“I’m up, I’m up! What’s going on?!”
“Brown feisty!”
*Rrrraaaaa!*
“Not this again. Should we play twenty questions over that sound of death?”
“Brownie stuck!”
*Rrraaa!*
“Alright, guide me in the right direction so I can check it out.”
The rock slowly stood up on thin bird legs and nearly tripped over goblin bones as he followed the sounds of his companion. He took his time, and as he neared the destination, the sounds of snarling became almost deafening.
“Is it an animal Flaps? You think my spell will work on it?”
“Mean brownie!”
“Okay, let's try to fix that. Commune with animals!”
The spell connected, however, the voice on the other end was filled with rage and red fiery.
“Fight me! Raaa!”
“Woah there buddy, I don’t want to fight you. I’m just here to help.”
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“I’ll kill you! Raaa!”
“If I set you free, you no kill me. Okay?”
“Maybe! Raaa!”
“Oddly enough, you may be the friendliest thing I’ve met so far. Hm, okay, Flappers. Can you free this guy?”
Caw-caw!
And with a quick swoop, Flappers disabled the nearly broken snare that contained a dire badger. The badger then proceeded to kick off the remaining bits of the snare and waltzed over to our adventure who started to tremble. The moment became even more tense as the creature spread its claws and pitched a low growl before him.
“Shit, I think I was wrong about this Flaps. This thing sounds tough, we may need to-”
“Greenies! Greenies!”
“How many?! And where! Fuck-”
- 4 Hit-Points
A goblin snuck up behind the adventurer and cut him deeply with a short blade, causing purple blood to spew all over the forest floor. Out of shock, he ended up grappling the goblin with his feet, and they both went to the ground in a tussle.
*Twang* *Swish*
“Scortch!”
“Pecks em I do’s!”
*Twang* *Swish*
“Fight me!”
*Clang* *Cling*
Caw-caw!
*Cling* *Clang*
*Twang* *Swish*
Violence struck the party about as soon as it ended. The scuffle left the patch of forest in a grisly state–the ground laid filled with arrows, blood of all colors splattered the trees, and corpses exuded ghastly smells.
“Flappers! You alive?!”
“Peck Greenies I do’s!”
“Good to hear… Ah, damn, that guy tried to slice me up like a potato, what a fucker.”
Flappers landed next to him with a bloody beak and said, “Master dying!”
“Ha, ouch. Don’t call me that, it’s weird.”
“Unk! Unk!”
“Sure, that works. Heal minor wounds!”
+ 1 Hit-Point
The wound slowly closed up and a bit of clarity came flooding into the mind of the adventurer, along with the all messages.
You have slain a Goblin
You have slain a Goblin
You have slain a Goblin
You have slain a Goblin
You have slain a Goblin
+100 Experience
“Woah! Flappers, you’re a killing machine, aren’t you? Wish I could have gotten a bit more experience, but it’s only fair I suppose.”
“Brownie comes!”
“Oh shit, I almost got about-”
Caw-caw!
The dire badger trudged over several goblin corpses and limped his way before the adventurer on the ground. He sniffed a snarled at him, nearly touching his nose to the rock, yet decided to turn his shoulder and meander back into the thicket.
“Pheww, that was a close one Flappers. Now, please bring me what you can of all the foodstuff.”
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