My first Monster Hunter fic. Please enjoy. R&R!
THE CURSED YIAN KUT-KU
CHAPTER ONE
Berthor trudged the path to the guild. His velociprey armor clanked, together, the scales reflecting the light. He had just polished his hydra bite and it was full of fresh poison from the Ioprey he had slaughtered on his last quest. He licked his lips and shielded his eyes. His dark skin was covered by the armor almost completely and only a ponytail of his turquoise hair was visible from the top of his helm. He it was hot. Very hot. He wished he could take off the heavy armor but he needed money and money meant a quest. He needed protection against his foes or he would be cut to shreds.
He reached the guild and stepped inside. There were a few hunters, drunk at the tables. One was singing merrily while the others tried to sleep. He stepped up to the bar, where the attendant sipped her drink and looked up at him.
"Yes?" she asked
"What quest have you got?" Berthor asked
She flipped through her papers and pulled out a few files. She looked to the first one.
"Gathering?" she asked
"I need some real zs." he answered
She took the gathering quests out of the file and then began flipping through the real quests.
"The Lords of the Velociprey?" she asked, looking up.
"I've killed too many of those damned Velocidromes." he said
He was tired of them. The Velocidromes were never easy and always were very peevish. They really knew how to piss a hunter off.
"The Venomous Terror?"
"Nah."
"There's only a two more. Lords of the Genprey and the Cursed Yian Kut-Ku."
"What do you mean; cursed?"
She threw the other file down and looked at the information under the other.
"Apparently a dead Yian Kut-Ku is ravaging a nearby town."
"How do you mean dead?"
"Hell if I know," she replied "Pays 10,000,000zs."
"WHAT?!"
No one in their right mind would pay so much to get rid of a Yian Kut-Ku. They might as well do it themselves. He would need different gear to take on this wyvern.
"I'll take it." he said
"Okay, starting cost is 1000zs."
He dropped the money on the table and she took it up and put it under the bar. She handed him the contract.
"Be warned though," she said "No one has returned from this quest."
He looked at her for a minute, studying her. No sense of feeling. She only stared back.
"Okay." he said and went to get what he needed.