"By the god of war of course it was them. Do those bastards save an entire nation by themselves ?!  With a goddamn log, too. Heroes, am I right ?" The massive muscle-bound beast jest to his companions. 

The barbarian laughed his large scared and muscle-bound arms gently poked both those around the sides of the table as their meal was begin served to them.  A dark elf with sullen features, covered.. from head to toe in the rogue dress, her beautiful face covered by a dark cloth. She sighed as she responded in an even tone

"You sound like you would give it all up just to get a chance to be their slave", the glorious dark elf softly teased, her laugh a gentle ring.

The barbarian stopped and rubbed his beard his hazel brown eyes deep in thought.

"You know I might then I must be a dark elf cuz they jump the hero mage friend," the barbarian replied.

Her mood darkened and she kissed her teeth. "Like hell"

Their third was a paladin, his dark black plate armor the engraved blade and the red armored gamlets were the fashion of paladins the strange part was the imagery of a red-eyed burning dragon eating the world. Most just saw it as a new cult or some new god. It was best not to question such things, often a painful answer remained.

"Enough where is the spoony bard?" The paladin spoke in a simple firm tone.

Both the barbarian and elf just shrugged and stared at him.

"No clue," the elf said bluntly.

"Maybe trying to get lucky" the barbarian snorted.

It was as if he heard them the bard came into the tavern. The bard went into the bar,uasally a merry man with a cheerful smile handsome and young entirely he was always the eye turner. However, right now this time, he looked old and weary, shaking and breathing heavily as he looked at his companions. He tried to swallow but nearly choked struggling to head over the tip of the barmaid as he slammed onto the table. His words slaughter any joy or light in the tavern.

"The hero is dead", the bard stated.

The bard was broken, like the mood of the tavern. The once noisy rowdy and lively area, now fell silent save the frying of food and the slow swallows of parched throats. The bard himself was shaking and at the table with his fellow companions, the barbarian was sitting at the chair staring daggers at the bard while their rouge friend attend to him. Of them, all the paladin clad in his dark black dragon amour sat drinking his ale was the only one with some joy. It was the barbarian who spoke first his voice disbelieving every word.                                                                                                                                                

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 "Impossible that is not true. Remember when they died at round hill, or when the castle housebreaker slews them, or when they were burned at live at the -"  The barbarian dismissed him.

" I saw her head on a pile, the approaching army I saw them." The bard simply stated.

That shocked them all into silence as the paladin simply finished his drink. The dark elf spoke next with a level of compassion that her fellows could barely believe.

"How did it happen? just tell us and make it slow don't rush you" she consoled.

 "I was doing what usually do spread my love to all the ladies of all kinds I was smooth taking a dryad of an oak tree then it was the fire I was first their black flame torches. Then it was the blood-red armor with the dragon eating a thing, the horses, and the commanders," he recalled as shivering.  That caught the paladin's attention, as he finished his drink and reached for his helm always on his face as he looked at the bard. the whole tavern hung on every word he said as he then continued.

That caught the paladin's attention,  as he finished his drink and reached for his helm always on his face as he looked at the bard. the whole tavern hung on every word he said as he then continued.                                                                                                                   

" Then they meet a dragon- "          

"A dragon now I know you here high on some fucked drug dragon stealth a stealthy dragon ?!" snarled the barbarian his anger changing his face red with an annoyed blush.

  "There are four types of dragon that could be described as "stealthy" would be a shadow dragon, and black dragon, or a prism dragon that could able to bend light. Last and less likely is a dread dragon a dragon empowered by a being of power they could simply negate your ability to notice them at all. Describe the dragon please ?"  the paladin continued as he looked at the bard's shaking form gesturing to the shaking and quivering bard.  

The pale face bard then looks at the dark elf as he swallows. " It had three pairs of wings and its shining red eyes four golden horns around it head with a long  sharpen tail it voice was a thunder crack and it had two markings, on the one hand, it had a sword with wings and on the other, there was a red marking"

With that, the paladin snorted and began to chuckle laughing madly.

"You didn't see a dragon, that was a Belmont or rather a dragon god. That was Malgigious, so the bard it right the hero is dead", the paladin spoke between laughing breaths.

"Why is that ?" Whispered the Barbarin clearly unnerved and scared.

"Oh that is simple Malgigious name title is the hero killer" explained the paldian laughing madly.