A castle in the town of Locos. D is now it’s new, confirmed Lord. After a daring battle barely won, one in which he nearly lost his life, against powerful foes. D was home, as close to home in another world he could be. A difficult negotiation of alliances with other Lords. All of that done, new worries in his mind plagued him. But! Now, he was back home, thinking of his old home in another world.

“I miss Christmas.”

D said that to the town he now ruled. The town of Locos filled with colorful spires on the buildings and snow falling off of them, a bunch of party hats digging into the stars in the sky. Ground blanketed with white glittering pin size lights, the signal of pristine snowfall. No sign of celebration. Not a single green tree, not a single red santa. In this world, Christmas isn’t around. The moon above a grey color like home, so similar yet so alien. Staring up at the moon, leaning his head up, D saw a form there. A shadow.

He recognized it.

“No… way!”

Framed against the vast moon in front of his eye, a green troll that reminded him of the troll he fought rode a sleigh. The hippo shadows he fought that were summoned forth by the vampire girl pranced in the air, got lashed by a whip from the troll in a red santa outfit,carrying the sleigh higher and higher into the moon above.

Laughing, crude and deep, rang out and D didn’t believe his eyes. A red santa suit, a green troll, a sleigh carried by hippo shadows flew across the moon. D sat spellbound watching them go. Cheering in his heart as they went. A mysterious event. They passed away, into the night.

D stood in fright, worrying for his sanity that Christmas night. D grumbled as he went to bed.

“Maybe that fight made me a madman…”

Juno and Saten would take care of his head.

And so~

Above in the sky the green troll in the santa suit, Ahgo, in his sleigh eyed the mysterious world making his way!

To the royal capital of Marscione that christmas day. There were some characters from another story that needed to pay. They escaped another story by the author that Christmas Day. No way. Ahgo got recruited and dispatched by a strange smug fishman to bring them the present of an asskicking and portal them away.

In the heavens, Ahgo recalled their meeting, and grumbled, his mood despair. His face grim there, as he whipped the shadow hippos pulling his sleigh, urging them on to make his task done

“Here. It’s a portal device. And a santa outfit. I’ll send you home after you finish the task I told you about. Just go with it.” A smug fishman said to him, and handed him a satchel and gave him an explanation. “It’s like ghostbusters. You throw it, and it sucks them in, so pile them together. Have fun!”

Ahgo protested, but then was directed into the sleigh and teleported away.

There, Ahgo, Troll Hero-King of another world met Juro the Troll Hero-King of this world. They fought, and Ahgo won, Juro complained like a child. After Juro teamed up on him with some strange little girl, Ahgo wrestled the shadow beings she summoned and lashed them to his sleigh. Ahgo made his daring escape that way.

“So immature. That troll never fought a being like Granadyr. Once you experience such resounding defeat…’

Ahgo whipped the whiny shadow hippos, and they cried into the night sky. Cold wind buffeted Ahgo’s three eyes. His cone ears wiggled in the icy air, as he formed a blade of ice out of silvers of cold in the air. Ahgo threw it, smacking a shadow hippo behind, rocketing the rest forward toward the open sky.

“You never forget it. How naive. If I didn’t have to head to Marscione to get back home, I’d train him. To think there’s someone so like me, yet so different! How strange reality can be!”

Ahgo cackled, his jolly tone echoing out alone. The shadow hippos weary they made their flying ways, and weary would they be before the morning came.

So it was that Christmas night that sight of Ahgo and his laugh became a legend.

Over the hilly plains of the collected towns ruled by the human Lords they would tell the tales of a laughing green troll with a red outfit and sleigh with Lord Silva’s shadow hippo’s pulling it. They believed him to be Juro, the Troll Hero-King, an honest mistake.

They would say his laughter kept them warm in their hearts that cold winter night. Later, when a King united the Lords under him, they would make a new holiday in memory of that night.

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A troll riding a sleigh in the skies, rumored to be the Troll Hero-King gone insane.

He stole the Vampire Lord’s shadow hippos that night.

He took flight, to bring joy to all with his mere sight.

Against the moon that night they flew.

The Troll Hero-King becoming a legend.

To bring to hearth and home in the winter cold.

The town of Marscione, the royal capital alone. After D survived the events there and managed to stop it’s destruction, they were glad to see D go away. The rumors of a mad dragon boy who ripped through the town on his first day, leaving corpses all the way to the inn. Then, that night, a few wandered in from another world. The cast of ‘mediocre in another world’. They toured the streets, thinking they reached their destination, but were confused. They headed to ‘a’ Marscione, but ended up falling into a portal to Dragon Harem Bulletblade King by mistake. It happens.

“Aeschyli, where are the rivers… you said there would be rivers...:” Cosimo complained. A boy, wearing red, his mysterious powers unexplained. A giant anteater druid in the form of a man followed behind.

Aeschyli, a girl with long red brown hair gathered together with a bangle lead the way, admiring the buildings and their design. Her red outfit wasn’t chosen to match with Cosimo’s it was an unfortunate coincidence. This place, it’s not the Marscione she read about in books.

“Arge. I’m lost. We’re lost. Is this possible?” Aeschyli fell to her knees in the snow. Her face blank, her eyes devoid of light like usual made their appearance, staring into Arge’s face. They were into the same girl. That’s about what Arge figured was going with Aeschyli.

Arge, an older kid but still a kid who lead the adventuring party of Chel, Slo, and Doru. He’s a thief and the party’s second tank, but would never put either that way. Arge looked away from Aeschyli to Slo, who grew up in the town. He gave her a nod. Slo shivered and sobbed, clutching her staff and witch hat. She didn’t want to come to Marscione. They tricked her!

“Hey! It’s not Marscione then, right? No need to cry!” Arge comforted her, trying to get close. Slo raised her staff, a rare steel in her eyes, and Arge backed away.

“W-why did you lie to me?! Did everyone know! Even Chel and Doru! They didn’t even blink when Cosimo said ‘is this marscione’! Everyone knew! I thought I could trust you… Arge…”

Slo cried, as a blonde girl in a full black robe with a staff with a tiny bat on it kept her distance. Her name is Chel, the party’s healer and she will be the first to die. Chel tried to calm Slo down, but Slo threatened force. Slo’s magic could blow the royal capital away, so they had to be careful.

Doru, a dwarf with a shield made out of a door he had on his back, watched the kids play.

“Ah, to be young again,” Doru sighed.

The mage Slo raising her staff pointing at anyone who got close and crying, and the red girl kneeling in the snow listless while the rest of the party stood to the side. Aeschyli mind is first rate and would have solved it in a heartbeat if she wasn’t drained. They had just fought off a monster the other day sent from Aeschyli’s dad, and she was obsessed thinking about it.  

If only there was a way home, for all of them. Ahgo above took out the pictures of the characters below from his satchel, and checked the group below.

“The anteater looks different. That fishman did say he could change forms. Better get this over with.”

Ahgo circled the sky and parked on a nearby roof. Looking at the crying mage girl waving her staff threateningly at the rest. He observed, making a plan and reading the prepared materials about their abilities. Ahgo tossed them away in frustration, thinking to himself. “It’s definitely them, I’ll just beat them up if they resist. Violence is the only thing I’m good at anyways.Maybe we could talk this out?” Ahgo jumped down from the building with a bound. He’d try.

Cosimo, the boy in red turned around hearing the sound. His eyes grew wide.

“Santa…is that a troll wearing a santa suit?” Cosimo was the only one of the mediocre group who knew who Santa was. Like D, he’s from earth. The rest of the party only took him to be a passing local, even though the streets were empty because it’s midnight. Cosimo and Ahgo locked eyes and Ahgo in his santa suit approached the boy. Ahgo gave a jovial wave, and a ‘ho ho ho’ to lower Cosimo’s guard. He’d start with ‘that’, only Cosimo would know.

“Hey there. It’s Christmas, shouldn’t you be getting back home?”

“Christmas? Are you from earth?” Cosimo said. The anteater, Timothy, near Cosimo turned to listen to the conversation between Cosimo and Ahgo.

“Yeah. All of you fell into another world. I got a thing from some fishman that can send you back. It happens. Right, Cosimo?” Ahgo said. Ahgo heard about how Cosimo got sent to another world by a god.

“Are you a god? Like the one I met?” Cosimo said.

Ahgo took that as a good excuse to use to explain the situation.

“Sure. Now, could you convince the rest of your group to go along? I’ll get the thi-”  

“But, Slo’s upset, and I don’t know what’s wrong with Aeschyli…” Cosimo interrupted.

Ahgo realized his words were the plight of the hopeless child. Unwilling to act by himself he voiced his thoughts to Ahgo without a filter. Surely, this anteater, a druid, is more mature?

Unfortunately, he was far less mature.

Everything quickly went downhill.

Ahgo looked to Timothy. They had similar heights. Seeing as he said nothing but listened, Ahgo wanted his input as an equal part of the conversation. The anteater in the form of a man put his hand to his chin.

“Never fought a god before…” Timothy said. That was when Timothy shapeshifted into a dragon and attacked Ahgo. He’s a combative sort who can’t resist a challenge. Cosimo started pushing and yelling at everyone to run away. The mediocre cast retreated and watched, Slo stunned by the sudden change of events as Arge carried her away in his arms. Doru, noticing no one moved Aeschyli, grabbed her by her convenient long thick squirrel tail shaped hair and dragged her as he ran. The battle began.

Although Ahgo tried to calm the angry hairy brown dragon anteater in front of him down his words were useless. So, Ahgo did what Ahgo always does when things get useless.

Ahgo felt the flow of magic within his body.

Condensed the air, chilled it with ice, formed each river and inlet of the blade as if it was steel.

Wielded it and felt the weight.

Ahgo breathed and forgot the past and future.

In a single moment and forevermore, Ahgo fought.