To Meet a Tyrant
Seasons passed since the Assault on the Gnolls. After the battle, the army marched back through the monstrous black gate of Freeport. The remaining Captains, Vyle the Venomheart and Smash were awarded medals by the Overlords Dark Elf Seer. She stands by Lucan and predicts the outcome of battles and such. She is also a masterful mage and bodyguard, not that Lucan needs one. He is in fact, immortal. As for the fallen mage Captain Souris, she was buried in the Graveyard of Freeport and was honored in her own little ceremony and feast in her name.
But, time passed and the deeds of those who fought against the Gnolls were forgotten. Smash still attends to his bar and Vyle still drinks a great deal there.
"Smash," Vyle uttered under his breath as he looked down at the bar. "How did it come to this?" He lifted his head and set it on his hand as he took another swill of ale. "Souris is gone, the Gnolls have fled, and the sewers don't have the beast crawling around them anymore." Smash looked over at his depressed friend.
"Ya' know, we could leave Freeport an' look for action elsewhere. Ere' there is nothin'. " Vyle stared at his now half empty glass of ale.
"Ur' right, Smash. But, there is nothin' we can do about it now." Smash nodded and went back to cleaning glasses and taking orders. The doors then suddenly burst open and in walked to of Lucan's heavy guard. They walked over to Vyle.
"Are you Vyle the Venomheart? Speak you wretched lizard!"
"Aye…"
"We have been sent by the Overlord, Lucan D'Lere, to apprehend you."
"Aye…"
"He wishes to speak with you. So on your feet and follow us."
"Aye…" Vyle stood up and followed the guard out of the door. "But," He said, stopping behind them. "I was not finished with my ale. Surely you will allow me to finish it, right?" he hissed and walked back towards his seat. The guard walked up behind him and drew out a sword. He placed the point against Vyle's back.
"I think," the guard started. "If you were wise, you would follow me."
"I think NOT!" Vyle said as he unsheathed his rapier and thrust it behind him, impaling the guard. He pulled his rapier from the guards stomach and turned to watch him fall to the ground. The other guards rushed toward him. Vyle took a step back and ran towards the rushing guards. In a flurry of steel, all the guards fell to the ground. Vyle walked over to the bar, grabbing a cloth. He wiped the blood of his weapon and turned towards Smash. "I trust you can clean these guys up?"
"Yeah, but, wait! Where are ya' goin'?"
"To pay a visit to the Overlord."