Aldrich had done it yet again, he had managed to piss
off the Barbarian Highlord Rocky Thunder Eater the 4th for
the 13th time. This latest incident was just another one of
the wacky dares/challenges that he had seemed to always agree
to. His friends Darius and Jassick had challenged him to
another totally crazy contest that no sane man would agree
to, lug 450 pounds of equipment in ones sack while leaping
across 5 houses after drinking 12 liters of Red Hell Bovine
and throwing two heavy axes midleap directly into the
bullseye they hung over the wall near the Fort. Not making
the leap meant you lose, the rest was decided upon who was
most accurate. Needless to say not only did Aldrich
volunteer to go first, he drank 26 liters of Red Hell Bovine
and in his drunken state put 700 pounds of equipment into his
sash, and blazed away like a tomahawk. Not only did he tear
a huge whole into one of the houses and breaking through both
floors and tunneling nearly two feet into the basement floor,
his axes flew through the forts window and landed right on
Rocky Thunder Eater the 4th's closet ruining the condition of
his armor. Still drunk and giddy as he lifted himself up
from the basement he was quickly seized by Barbarian troops
of Rocky and promptly thrown out of town. After yelling at
the wall and finally being chased off by a large barbarian
assault group he decided he might as well move away from
Harrogath, hopefully towards a place where he would be more
appreciated and could get drunk more. After breaking both
his legs in a ill thought our attempt to jump across one of
the deeper valleys he was rescued by a Druid named Kudot who
had managed to find his half buried form by the side of the
valley.
"You barbarians are all reckless young fools with no since of the value of life" he yelled.
"On second thought how many gallons of liquor did u drink before attempting that leap?"
"Hey what good are big wimps like you anyways? No true hero was ever a pathetic wimp who didn't take risks" Aldrich hotly replied.
"Yea but im pretty sure they weren't careful, jumping a valley over 600 yards wide isn't taking a risk, its suicide!" Kurot jested, "Anyway you want a few healing potions or not?"
"Well perhaps you can go down in history as the humble servant of the Great Hero if you want" Aldrich replied with a laugh.
"Well then you got any gold? Cause I'm selling these healing potions for 50000 gold a bottle" Kurot snickered
"WHAT!??!? YOU DARE DEFY THE GREATEST HERO OF ALL TIME?!? YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS!!!" Aldrich screamed at Kurot.
After a few minutes trying to get up he realized that he probably should skip the macho hero act for now and attack the druid on his ethics.
"What do you mean you want that much money? What happened to the great balance of life and helping those in need so nature could continue on its rightful path? How could you turn your back on that!?", Aldrich demanded.
"Well can you tell me how one less headstrong psycho barbarian hurts the balance of nature?" Kurot replied with a sly grin.
"Well then can you tell me another who is crazy enough to charge in the face of danger against all odds in order to give his friends time to use their powers?" Aldrich countered.
After considering for a minute Kurot gave Aldrich 7 healing potions figuring he needed someone like a grizzly bear to distract his enemies. After traveling along the mountain route south and digging their way out of an avalanche the Aldrich's war cry caused, the two heroes finally made their way to the rogue monastery. Both were in great moods and all along the road Kurot had told Aldrich about the great drinks, women and bathhouses of the Rogue Monastery. As they kicked open the main door and shouted their greatings they realized many things.
There were about a few hundred carvers staring up at them from dice games and card games.
There weren't any rogues around.
The fields outside were deadly silent.
They better run really really fast.
After taking off across the plains and being chased by 500 Carvers and Carver Shamans they finally ran all the way to the Rogue Encampment. There they also noticed several things,
The rogue leader Kashya didn't look too happy about them leading about every monster from the Cold Plains, Stony Field, and Blood Moor, as well was 500 Carvers from the Monastery right outside her camp
The Rogues looked like they wanted to kill them
They didn't know how to dodge arrows as well as they knew how to run from Carvers.
To be continued…
"You barbarians are all reckless young fools with no since of the value of life" he yelled.
"On second thought how many gallons of liquor did u drink before attempting that leap?"
"Hey what good are big wimps like you anyways? No true hero was ever a pathetic wimp who didn't take risks" Aldrich hotly replied.
"Yea but im pretty sure they weren't careful, jumping a valley over 600 yards wide isn't taking a risk, its suicide!" Kurot jested, "Anyway you want a few healing potions or not?"
"Well perhaps you can go down in history as the humble servant of the Great Hero if you want" Aldrich replied with a laugh.
"Well then you got any gold? Cause I'm selling these healing potions for 50000 gold a bottle" Kurot snickered
"WHAT!??!? YOU DARE DEFY THE GREATEST HERO OF ALL TIME?!? YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS!!!" Aldrich screamed at Kurot.
After a few minutes trying to get up he realized that he probably should skip the macho hero act for now and attack the druid on his ethics.
"What do you mean you want that much money? What happened to the great balance of life and helping those in need so nature could continue on its rightful path? How could you turn your back on that!?", Aldrich demanded.
"Well can you tell me how one less headstrong psycho barbarian hurts the balance of nature?" Kurot replied with a sly grin.
"Well then can you tell me another who is crazy enough to charge in the face of danger against all odds in order to give his friends time to use their powers?" Aldrich countered.
After considering for a minute Kurot gave Aldrich 7 healing potions figuring he needed someone like a grizzly bear to distract his enemies. After traveling along the mountain route south and digging their way out of an avalanche the Aldrich's war cry caused, the two heroes finally made their way to the rogue monastery. Both were in great moods and all along the road Kurot had told Aldrich about the great drinks, women and bathhouses of the Rogue Monastery. As they kicked open the main door and shouted their greatings they realized many things.
There were about a few hundred carvers staring up at them from dice games and card games.
There weren't any rogues around.
The fields outside were deadly silent.
They better run really really fast.
After taking off across the plains and being chased by 500 Carvers and Carver Shamans they finally ran all the way to the Rogue Encampment. There they also noticed several things,
The rogue leader Kashya didn't look too happy about them leading about every monster from the Cold Plains, Stony Field, and Blood Moor, as well was 500 Carvers from the Monastery right outside her camp
The Rogues looked like they wanted to kill them
They didn't know how to dodge arrows as well as they knew how to run from Carvers.
To be continued…
