God it was hot. The sun beat down on the caravan as they made their way to the capital, they walked through the dusty mountain passes throngs of people coming to trade, take in the sights and in some very rare cases conquer the world.
Kinshala walked along with the people being careful to blend in he had cut his dark hair short and changed intot he clothes of some of the townsfolk.
"This is aweful." Lamented Halialottle, Kinshala had bound him for further use and he currently trapped in the form of a small mangy dog.
"I don't know what you mean rover, we're on the open road, me and you man and dog." He said gesturing to the horizon.
"Don't call me rover." The demon huffed, "You know my name." Kinshala looked down at the dog annoyed, why had the gods saw fit to curse him with the negative whiny demon, god he wished they weren't all like this or else he would have to find an infernal enchantment that can mute things.
"What are you talking about Rover," he said putting emphasis on the name, "Also stop talking, dogs can't talk remember?" He added after seeing the looks people were giving him. He picked up the pace couldn't stay in his current company.
"Why are we moving so fast?" Halialottle complained. Kinshala ignored him, when he had made his plan to summon a demon he had imagined a lot more destruction and a lot less whining. Turns out the only good thing it was useful for was allowing the summoner to use more infernal magic safely, which would have been good thus why people did it but as a half demon Kinshala had no trouble in drawing on infernal magic, the only reason he kept it around was that he might find use for it later. And it's suffering amused him.
They had walked about 20 metres ahead of where they once where, He smiled satisfied and took the oppurtunity to study his new traveling companions. Around him were three men and a woman, one was tan and tall with shoulder lengthed brown hair and handsome features, one of the other men although not as tall looked more imposing striking dark eyes and a cleft jaw covered in a light stubble, he seemed to wear a perpetual scowl. The third man was massive taller than the tanned one and far broader around the shoulders, with a barrel chest and a thick brown beard and shaved head. The fourth member was in stark contrast to them, she was smaller more petite with features that conveyed both beauty and innocence. But one thing they all had in common was that they all wore the battle armour of paladins, fuck.
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"Hail friend." Bellowed the large bearded man, "I am Brother Borain pleasure to make your aquaintance." He smiled down at Kinshala hand outstretched and he decided that if he ever had to kill this man he would make him choke to death on his beard.
"Pleasure is all mine Borain" he said shaking the other mans hand, impoliteness is unbecoming of a person, even if he was a murderer. "And as to what brings me to the capital, my dog here, Rover has a case of the squirts none of the healers at my village can heal it, im hoping the capital can."
"Sorry to hear that Mr..." He said letting the last word drag on while slowing edging away from Kin and the dog which in turn growled at Kin, he laughed inside, this demons suffering is the best part of this whole trip he mused.
"Ken." He said, closest thing to his own name he could think of and father always used to say keep the lie close to the truth. "And who are you companions?" He said looking at the others with genuine curiosity.
"Ah, this one here," He said clapping the black haired man on the back. "Is Brother Ingvar and seems to be allergic to good cheer. The tanned fellow is Brother Dragstahn only one of our party not a native of Ketrel, and the little pretty on is Kimre, our resident cleric." Ah she was a cleric how did he not see it of course she wasn's a paladin she didn't look like she could hurt a fly. But if these paladins had come out in this much force it begs the question of why?
"If you don't mind me asking why have you been sent out in such force?"
"One of our order has recently gone missing in the village of Smolnash, she was tracking a relatively small time villain there, so we believe she was ambushed by a more pwerful third party. We also found evidence that her binding orb was used to perform a demon summoning."
"Demon summoning, doesnt sound like something any "small fry" could do." He said with barely veiled rage they dare call him small fry he would definely kill this man.
"Summoning a demon is actually relitively simple, it is containing it that's the hard part. So we four have taken a vow of vengence that we will not rest until the demon and it's master are dead." This was going to be a long trip Kinshala mused also, FUCK!