Silverstory
By: ShyoB.
Summary: When two members of the dark guild, The Black Pearl, become MIA, Torakouri and Voncolonel want to make things right, and create their own guild; however, having no ways to make a living, the duo trekked to Emain Macha, and, receive an A-Class quest to capture a goddesses legendary undergarments…How hard can that be?
Chapter One: Panties that grant wishes? Oh my Goddess!
"Von, look out!"
A venomous bolt of lightning stretched from the opponents' wand, targeting the silver headed gunslinger with his back turned. Fortunately, his brawny comrade was able to knock him out the way before any damage could inflict on them.
"Oh my god,Tora get off!" Voncolonel cried as he was crushed under the Giant's weight. Torakouri quickly rolled off his friend to relieve the pressure of his weight, "Oops…"
If one had to take an aerial view of the scene, The Black Pearl's* guild was almost completely wiped out. With the ceiling bars slowly breaking apart, crushing some of the members from on the top floor with severed limbs that lay limply on the main floor; the surrounding area was burnt to a crisp. The guild leader laughed maniacally as he ripped apart the remaining members of the guild.
"-AND TO THINK THAT THE BLACK PEARL COULD WITHSTAND THE WRATH OF IGNIOS*! ", The dark wizard roared, as he splattered blood about the remaining area, like a child spilling red finger paint . The very sight of it sent chills down the backs of the remaining men fighting to defend; however, they did not waver in surrendering. What used to be a legendary guild hall, decked out with the finest décor quickly became a lethal combat zone. Debris from access magic spread like wild fire across the room melted the spirits of the members, much less made it hard to intake fresh air.
"We need *cough* to retreat!" The giant proclaimed, as he dodged another barrage of projectiles thrown his way. "G...go on without me…save *cough* yourself!" Voncolonel struggled to voice out, the pain from the bones crushed in his right foot surged throughout his body, enough to make a manly individual like himself want to pass out. Tora furrowed his brow, "I'm not leaving you here to die!"
"WHERE ARE YOU SANTANA*? YOU CAN'T HIDE FOREVER!" Ignios roared once more, his liquid gold eyes pierced through the souls of everyone in the room, as if it were Lucifer himself that came to unleash unholy hell. Torakouri glanced about the area from behind a lopsided table to see utter chaos unfold before them…
"UAHhhhhhh!" The Giant jumped out of his sleep, beads of sweat rolled down his temples as he sat up gasping for air. He glanced about his surroundings, taking in the familiarity of the camp his comrade set up a few hours ago calmed down his nerves. The sight of the silver haired, knuckle head drooling calmed his racing heart, and a gust of the cool evening breeze of Blago Prairie brushed away his fears.
Torakouri sighed, "It was only a dream…", A reoccurring dream at that, one that he struggled to forget. Torakouri lied back down on his side, and faced east where the sun was about to rise in the next hour. Thinking of the day ahead of him, he couldn't help but pull out the quest scroll once more. In lavishing handwriting, he read the details of the mission:
Shylohh-The wish granting Goddess
Quest Info: Who else is in need of luck?
Legend has it that the Goddess Shylohh grants wishes to those in need!
See Byrun for more details at Emain Macha's Trading Post.
Reward: 20,000€
"I think you're too obsessed with this mission my friend", the gunslinger skimmed the detailed over his shoulders. Torakouri jumped in reaction to the sudden outburst, "WoAh~ When did you get up?" This was the second time today that his heart rate went up, and the day hasn't even started.
"Oh, not too long after your episode, I think you should see a healer about those night terrors. I can't sleep properly with you screaming all night" Torakouri rolled his royal blue eyes, No…just no, I can't…Von just shut up, ok? How does he think I feel?
"Anyways, so are we gonna start heading to Emain now, or…?"
Torakouri pondered for a second, "Hm…I guess it would be ok to start moving. I'd like to get some things done before we start this Goddess quest later this morning."
"Alright, well, Imma go get ready~"
"Ready for what? Von, just pack up some things and le-"
"-NO, BEAUTY TAKES TIME, OK?!" With that said, the gunslinger whipped his short silver tresses, resting his hand on his boney hip, and strutted across the field to gather his belongings. Torakouri blankly stared at his retreating form, and noticed the exaggerated motion of hips swaying.
"I feel sorry for his mother…whoever she is…"
It didn't take long for the duo to travel on the backs of their steeds to reach Emain Macha. Since Blago Prairie connected the route between Tara and Emain Macha, it was a clear way toward the next city. From there, they entered the other end of Emain, and from what anyone could notice, it looked more like a large port city than anything else.
"Woah I've never seen such a sight. Hey Tora, can you sketch me by the dock?"
"Um, are you going to pay me?"
"Ugh, never mind…irksome mammoth…"
Tora chuckled, obviously not having an acute sense of hearing to catch the insult. Tora glanced about the town until he came across a group of workers all hunched over a wooden table working diligently. "Oh look there, a puppet shop. I've always wanted a puppet of my own…"
"Why, you'd just end up breaking it with your enor-" Voncolonel stopped abruptly when Torakouri glared at him with a menacing look.
"uh…ehehe, never mind…"
The two continued on their way towards the entrance on the west side of the town, while stopping every so often to look at the local shops. "Ohh…look at this one Tora, it's so nice and shiny!"
"And expensive, I could probably have my Claymore repaired at a lower price than that…"
"Aw…ok…" Von dropped the object defeated.
Shortly after viewing some of the weapons, the duo finally made it to their designated location, the Trading post of Emain Macha.
Byrun leaned up against the quest board, a sly grin lifted his grubby face, hidden underneath a skinned fox cloak. "My my, look who's here…" his deep baritone voice sent an unpleasant sensation down their spine. Something about this Trader didn't seem charitable. Is he a con artist?
Nevertheless, Tora present the quest scroll to the man, all signs of suspicion lingered in the back of his mind, "We're here for the Goddess Quest."
Byrun raised his brow, his yellow eyes glowed showing interesting in the proposition, "Ah, yes, the Quest to find… Shylohh", Not like the way he uttered her name sounded putrid, no not at all. Reaching into his cloak, Byrun pulled out a small scroll tied up in a simple piece of red yarn. "Here, you'll need this. Shylohh is no ordinary goddess. Unlike the ones you might have heard about, such as Nao, or Morrighan, you don't need to ravage through dungeons in order to collect bounty. She doesn't need saving…"
"Then what does Shylohh need Tyrone?" Von inquired, growing impatient with the man's lecture. Byrun sucked his teeth, "First of all, my name's BYRUN, not TYRUN, and secondly, it's not what Shylohh needs, more so what I need…" a low menacing chuckle escaped from him.
Tora furrowed his brow, "Um…and what will that be?"
Byrun reached in once again into his maroon cloak, but this time he pulled out something scandalous.
Torakouri's tanned face suddenly grew beet red when a pair of lacy satin cloth landed on his course hands. "W-w-…what is this?!"
Byrun beamed up at the Giant, feeling the dainty material, and stretching the waist band to sniff the crotch. "Ohh, what a lovely scent…My fine man, have you ever feast your eyes on a woman's bloomers? Imagine what a goddesses' own is like, curbs my sensual appetite…"
"YOU ARE SUCH A PERVE!" Voncolonel screeched, blushing madly as he turned away from the smuggling business man.
"Call what you want, but I need it! If you can retrieve them for me, not only would your wishes be granted by the Goddess, but I'll also give you 20,000€". To prove his point, Byrun pulled out a hefty purple pouch from his personal inventory, and waved it in front of their faces.
Byrun tossed the purple pouch towards the giant," So…what'll it be boys?"
Handing the few golden coins to the Plum haired Puppeteer, the young elfin girl smiled back genuinely, "Thank you for repairing the marionette Huw." The young man chuckled, and sent a warm gaze that would make any virgin heart melt, "Oh, no need to thank me miss. In fact, I'm the one that should be thanking you, without your help I don't know how we would deliver all those dolls for the previous customer!"
"It's no problem really", she lied, brushing off the compliment, "Well, I'll be going now, see ya later!"
Straightening her green gamyu wizard robe, Shylohh summoned her marionette puppet back into her inventory, and made a step to leave the workshop. The fresh smell of pine wood stained her clothing, but she didn't care, she had many memories of this place.
"Bye! Come and visit sometime, ok?" Shylohh giggled, watching Huw wave back whole heartedly. It wasn't often that the stoic twenty year old showed emotion, but she knew he couldn't help it when it came to his close friends, and people he cared about. She hoped that one day he could find his true happiness.
"Alright!"
The sun slowly crept back from the sky, creating a peaceful atmosphere in Emain. The way the water gently caressed the shoreline, forming soft foam along the edges almost made Shylohh want to dive in the ocean.
As she turned a corner, she felt a strange presence interrupt her personal space. Her dusty rose gray eyes glanced down at the cobble stone side walk to notice two unfamiliar silhouettes creep closer to her.
Shylohh stopped in her tracks, and regrettably turned around. Her face grew a bright tinge of pink, and her heart began to gallop in her chest. Suddenly she started to worry for her well being…
"Hey there little miss, but we kindly ask you to-"
"GIVE ME YOUR PANTIES!"The brawny giant exclaimed, obviously not caring who heard him, and danced about in his white briefs. While his enormous pelvic rhythmically thrusted back and forth, the silver haired human tried taking a more diplomatic approach, "I'm sorry, but my friend here-HEY WAIT!"
Before Voncolonel could finish his sentence, the elf-ling already took off into the distance, dropping her things in the process…not that she cared at the moment.
"QUICK, GET HER!" Hauling the gunslinger over his shoulder, Torakouri dashed down the street, basically streaking in his underpants. Too bad he was focused on capturing the runaway elf that he missed the sight of a feisty local couple.
"Oh, do I love giant men~" The man daunted at the Giant moving form, and his companion thrown over is bulky shoulder.
"What was that dear?" His Fiancé inquired, already tearing up.
"Oh..uh, nothing sweet heart, I said nothing!"
"Mhmmm…you're cheating on me aren't you?!"
"ugh, you're so sensitive!"
"SENSITIVE MY-mMmm-"The woman was cut short when a full blown kiss shushed her rage.
"Tehehe…" Voncolonel chuckled, "What a strange pairing…OTP!"
"What was that Von?" Tora asked over his shoulder, as he gained speed to catch up to the elf.
"Oh nothing…"
It wasn't long after the chase begun that Shylohh began to grow tired of running away from the Naked Giant and his companion, as her lungs burn in exhaustion, protesting her to stop, but she couldn't. She didn't know who these young men were, but she was not going to let herself get taken advantage of.
Thinking quickly on her feet, she remembered a special trick she learned back when she was a young elf-ling in Filia. Quickly sticking her hand in her pouch, she clasped tightly in her hand a portion of magic dust, then tossed it over her shoulders.
Hopefully with the disappearing act, these hooligans can leave me alone…I don't have time to waste with them!
Ducking behind a tree, Shylohh waiting until the magic dust took it's affect, and slowly her body started to camouflage with the surrounding forest area on the outskirts of Emain Macha.
"YOU CAN'T HIDE FROM US!"
"SURRENDER AND SHOW US YOUR PANTIES!"
Shylohh sat down in the tall field of grass, near the shore line of the lake. These guys are persistant…and why do they want my panties…are they working for that guy….?
Unfortunately, the invisibility trick could only last so long. Shylohh thought of all the strategies she take to ditch the duo, but it was to avail that the plan would work.
"I can see you hiding~"
"Yea, no need to hide from us, Goddess Shylohh"
Shylohh eyebrow twitched in irritation, "Goddess Shylohh… Did that Con artist get you guys to come after me? You do realize that's a whole load of bull crap."
"…It is?"
Shylohh, stepping out of her hiding spot, confronted the two with the straightest faced she could muster, avoiding eye contact with their bodies.
"If there's anything you should know about this town is that lately there have been reports about a 'panty thief'. My name is Shylohh, but I'm not a goddess, more so men like you…well sort of…"
"SO wait…you're saying that you're panties won't grant us wishes?"
"Tora, SHUT UP! Let the little miss speak!"
Shylohh chuckled, "No, my bloomers won't grant any more wishes than Nao herself could. I'm just simply here to capture Byrun for his bounty…of 20,000€"
"Ohh…I see…But still, show me your panties?" Tora twiddled his thumbs shyly, blushing madly as he was crazy enough to even suggest such a vulgar request.
Kicking violently with his hands tied behind his back, Tora carried Byrun over his shoulders, just as how he done with Voncolonel earlier that day.
"HOW DARE YOU BETRAY ME SO!?", He cried, unmanly tears, and dribbles of snot pouring down his grubby face. Byrun continued to lash out throughout the entire trip to turn him in to the Soldiers, near the entrance of Emain on the western side of the gates.
"There you go little man." Tora tilted his shoulder so that the smuggler slid of and fell heavily on his side with a loud THUD.
"UWAhh!" The Knight looked at the trio skeptically. "Um, and who may you three be?"
Shylohh presented the Knight with the quest scroll, one with the face of Byrun plastered all over it.
"Oh, I see…It's been a long three months trying to capture him." The Paladin in training took hold of the smuggler under his custody , to escort him to the Town's jail cell.
The knight pulled out a gold pouch, and handed it to the young Elf, "As promised, 20,000€."
Voncolonel and Torakouri glued their eyes on her wealth, wishing that their humility could be repaid in some form. As if she were reading their minds, Shylohh handed them a portion of her gold, generous at heart.
"Oh, you don't have to, it's your reward, and you earned it. We only caused you trouble. " Tora confessed, but as his truth unfolded, he slowly felt himself become empty. Almost as if he enjoyed gallivanting about Emain Macha in his underpants. Little that he knew, Voncolonel felt the same way. Shylohh smiled in response, "It's no big deal. You may have caused me trouble, but without you, I probably wouldn't been able to track Tyrun down."
"IT'S BYRUN, NOT TYRUN!" a voice intervened.
"So, I guess this is it then." Voncolonel spoke up.
"I guess so." Shylohh agreed.
Unknown to the three, in the little hours they spent chasing after each other, they began to create an unbreakable bond. Shylohh grabbed her belonging off the ground, and bid the roaming Duo a fare well.
Voncolonel and Torakouri trudged down the cobble stone path of the end of Town. "Hmm, this isn't enough to last us when we head to Dunby."
Voncolonel sighed, "I know right, a few meals and we're done. Do you really think we'll be able to create a guild?"
"At this rate, it seems almost impossible."
"HEYYYY!" The sudden yell of a familiar voice caused the boys to jerk their heads back.
"Oh looky here, it's the little miss!" Shylohh rolled her eyes, "You don't have to call me 'Little miss' I have a name you know!"
"Oh, well excuse me Shylohh, but may I ask what you are doing here? It's not an appropriate time for a little elf to be running around outside."
"Well, I actually came to make a proposition…" Shylohh rocked back and forth on her heels, staring up at the two.
"Well what do you propose?" Tora inquired. In all honesty, he wasn't so fond of elves, but the little antics of this one looked…adorable?
Shylohh pulled out a scroll from her pack, "You see here?", the map she displayed to them looked a bit old for wear and ancient-looking, but intriguing. "I need to get to this city." Voncolonel furrowed his brows in confusion, "I'm sorry, I don't recognize anything what this map shows. How old is this thing?"
"Oh…a couple hundred years old, more or less.", Shylohh responded nonchalant. Voncolonel gaped, "What THAT'S AN ANCIENT ARTIFACT, WHE-"
"Shhh…quiet down baka*, or the town will hear you! Bottom line, I need someone to escort me there." The elf pleaded.
"Hm, I dunno about this. Seems risky, what do you think Tora?"
Torakouri glared intently at the elf, hoping that intimidation would scare her away. Unfortunately, Shylohh didn't back down, "Plus, I overheard you guys talking; you want to create a guild right? Well, I can help you with that, but only if you take me there." She pointed back at the map.
Torakouri and Voncolonel glanced between the map, the elf, and themselves, before simultaneous making a decision...
TO BE CONTINUED!
Authors Notes/DISCLAIMERS:
*Baka- Idoit in Japanese (For those who didn't know)
1. Byrun is a smuggler, he usually appears in the routes between major towns in Uladh. In this case, I made him OOC for comedic purposes.
2. The dark guild "The Black Pearl" is not a legitimate guild in the game, and it's not apart of the actual game's storyline, rather something to build background in the characters. Ignios and Santana are also not legitimate characters.
3. Please Review! ;D