CHAPTER 6
"Buahahahahahahahaha!" clucked the monstrous chicken as it prepared to stomp on the intruders. But then the weight of the chicken shifted, causing it to stumble and break through the wall, still not alerting the monstrous beings patrolling the area.
"Wow, they're pretty slow aren't they?" said Phillis.
"Oh no, you fool!" yelled Mattiemon, "They respond to insults!"
Just then, all the monstrous beings that had taken no notice of the blundering intruders, became alert and began chasing after the troupe. One of the un-named Gorgonaths then grabbed the cape and bolted from the building, leaping over the chicken and running out of the vicinity faster than anyone thought possible.
"Wow.. look at him go..." said Phillis in awe, his attention then returning to his impending doom, "OH SHIT!"
The rest of the party then ran from the building as well, the clouds, snow and ground approaching them at an alarming rate.
"Of all the possible circumstances, this one would be the best to summon Aidafo to help divert the monster creatures and allow us to escape from certain death," Mattiemon suggested breathlessly as he ran, panicked and tripping over stalagmites that popped up from the ground beneath him.
"Did you say something?" Dylannesis began to come to, the side-effects of the alcohol and the infliction made on his head with the blunt object beginning to wear off.
"Oh never mind!" Mattiemon yelled impatiently. "I guess I'll have to take matters into my own hands." His pace lessened, and eventually he stopped to face the oncoming monster horde. Summoning all the courage he could muster and manifesting his powers as a glowing sphere of energy, he stood his ground and lifted his hands into the air. Phillis, turning to watch, ordered the other Gorgonaths to cease retreating. Launching the sphere high into the sky, Mattiemon chanted a message for reinforcements (namely Aidafo) in an ancient language that could be heard for miles around. The energy sphere exploded in a blinding display of light and sound.
Some distance away, Aidafo was spending the afternoon having a pleasant yet meaningless tea party with a few of his clones. Suddenly, the peace was disturbed by a huge energy sphere erupting in the direction of the army base.
"Oh, for Christ's sakes, they're calling for reinforcements," Aidafo sighed in disapproval. "Do they mean to say they can't even handle a few pathetic, sub-magic monster apparitions? Honestly." He turned to his clones. "We'll have to continue this another time." He snapped his fingers and appeared on the battlefield between the monster creatures and Dylannesis' troupe a few moments later.
"Alright what the hell do you want? You just interrupted a very important, er, meeting I was in." asked Aidafo, his tolerance growing slim.
"Take care of the monsters!" Mattiemon shrieked in peril. He then ran for the hills as fast as his cowardly legs could take him.
Aidafo looks towards the monsters, stopped in sheer stupidity since a man just appeared in front of them and their small brains can't understand why. They then realise the reason they were there in the first place and began running (how can elements run?) once more. Aidafo then lifts one hand, causing all the monsters to lift into the air (the clouds just lifting higher since they were floating). He then ran them together into a tight ball and launched them into the stratosphere, never to be seen again. Aidafo then floated over to the cowardly party in a blinding rage.
"YOU INTERRUPTED MY TEA-, er, MEETING TO TAKE CARE OF SOME TWO BIT MONSTER GOONS?! ARE YOU MAD?" screamed Aidafo.
"We're not mad, but it seems like you are," responded Dylannesis calmly, still not completely recovered from the alcohol.
"Bad... answer..." whispered Mattiemon to Dylannesis as Aidafo began advancing on them with a crazed look in his eye.
"Wait!" yelled Phillis, causing the rest of the party to look at him, "Look, we can either fight about some stupid mistake, or we can go and invade the fortress of Alexander The Not-So-Great (But Good Enough)!"
"Actually, I think the argument sounds better than the whole invasion thing." responded an un-named Gorgonath, "I mean, we don't even have an army."
Aidafo, calmed by the sudden breach in his blind rage, sits down on the ground, looking towards the many party members. He then sits for a long while, pondering over what must be done.
"Well," started Aidafo, "First we have to get back to my mountain so that no one accuses us of making this mess." He motions to the broken wall of the fortress and the mighty dead chicken.
"Good idea," agreed the party.
The party made the long trek back to Aidafo's mountain fortress and by nightfall, they were resting tiredly but contentedly in comfortable couches in Aidafo's war strategy room. Everyone was quietly sipping their coffee when Aidafo, who had donned his new C-47 titanium cloak, entered the room. The troupe turned and gazed at him in silent awe.
"Alright, let's get cracking," Aidafo snapped impatiently and summoned a chair behind him. "I've commenced to draft a master strategy with which we can attempt to steal Alexander the Not-So-Great (But Good Enough)'s hordes from him to build the metal pyramids."
"You have our full attention," Dylannesis leaned forward, immensely interested.
"I, personally, have always been a fan of politics," Aidafo began.
The rest of the party exchanged confused glances, not sure where he was going with this bold statement.
"Surprisingly, I prefer to use my intellect over brawn to solve issues," he said.
"That is surprising," Phillis muttered to himself.
"Shut up or I'll slice you in two with a bread knife," Aidafo retorted hotly. "Anyway, I'm of the opinion that Dylannesis should convince the people he wants as labourers for his metal pyramids that he is a better leader through a cleverly-organized political campaign and effective advertising, as opposed to trying to get them to defect by means of a mediocre corruption potion."
Mattiemon was offended but decided to remain silent, seeing as he wanted to have his tongue in the morning. Dylannesis decided to speak up for him.
"Isn't there some way we can incorporate Mattiemon's potion into our scheme, though?" Dylannesis offered.
Aidafo thought for a quick moment.
TO BE CONTINUED!!!
"Buahahahahahahahaha!" clucked the monstrous chicken as it prepared to stomp on the intruders. But then the weight of the chicken shifted, causing it to stumble and break through the wall, still not alerting the monstrous beings patrolling the area.
"Wow, they're pretty slow aren't they?" said Phillis.
"Oh no, you fool!" yelled Mattiemon, "They respond to insults!"
Just then, all the monstrous beings that had taken no notice of the blundering intruders, became alert and began chasing after the troupe. One of the un-named Gorgonaths then grabbed the cape and bolted from the building, leaping over the chicken and running out of the vicinity faster than anyone thought possible.
"Wow.. look at him go..." said Phillis in awe, his attention then returning to his impending doom, "OH SHIT!"
The rest of the party then ran from the building as well, the clouds, snow and ground approaching them at an alarming rate.
"Of all the possible circumstances, this one would be the best to summon Aidafo to help divert the monster creatures and allow us to escape from certain death," Mattiemon suggested breathlessly as he ran, panicked and tripping over stalagmites that popped up from the ground beneath him.
"Did you say something?" Dylannesis began to come to, the side-effects of the alcohol and the infliction made on his head with the blunt object beginning to wear off.
"Oh never mind!" Mattiemon yelled impatiently. "I guess I'll have to take matters into my own hands." His pace lessened, and eventually he stopped to face the oncoming monster horde. Summoning all the courage he could muster and manifesting his powers as a glowing sphere of energy, he stood his ground and lifted his hands into the air. Phillis, turning to watch, ordered the other Gorgonaths to cease retreating. Launching the sphere high into the sky, Mattiemon chanted a message for reinforcements (namely Aidafo) in an ancient language that could be heard for miles around. The energy sphere exploded in a blinding display of light and sound.
Some distance away, Aidafo was spending the afternoon having a pleasant yet meaningless tea party with a few of his clones. Suddenly, the peace was disturbed by a huge energy sphere erupting in the direction of the army base.
"Oh, for Christ's sakes, they're calling for reinforcements," Aidafo sighed in disapproval. "Do they mean to say they can't even handle a few pathetic, sub-magic monster apparitions? Honestly." He turned to his clones. "We'll have to continue this another time." He snapped his fingers and appeared on the battlefield between the monster creatures and Dylannesis' troupe a few moments later.
"Alright what the hell do you want? You just interrupted a very important, er, meeting I was in." asked Aidafo, his tolerance growing slim.
"Take care of the monsters!" Mattiemon shrieked in peril. He then ran for the hills as fast as his cowardly legs could take him.
Aidafo looks towards the monsters, stopped in sheer stupidity since a man just appeared in front of them and their small brains can't understand why. They then realise the reason they were there in the first place and began running (how can elements run?) once more. Aidafo then lifts one hand, causing all the monsters to lift into the air (the clouds just lifting higher since they were floating). He then ran them together into a tight ball and launched them into the stratosphere, never to be seen again. Aidafo then floated over to the cowardly party in a blinding rage.
"YOU INTERRUPTED MY TEA-, er, MEETING TO TAKE CARE OF SOME TWO BIT MONSTER GOONS?! ARE YOU MAD?" screamed Aidafo.
"We're not mad, but it seems like you are," responded Dylannesis calmly, still not completely recovered from the alcohol.
"Bad... answer..." whispered Mattiemon to Dylannesis as Aidafo began advancing on them with a crazed look in his eye.
"Wait!" yelled Phillis, causing the rest of the party to look at him, "Look, we can either fight about some stupid mistake, or we can go and invade the fortress of Alexander The Not-So-Great (But Good Enough)!"
"Actually, I think the argument sounds better than the whole invasion thing." responded an un-named Gorgonath, "I mean, we don't even have an army."
Aidafo, calmed by the sudden breach in his blind rage, sits down on the ground, looking towards the many party members. He then sits for a long while, pondering over what must be done.
"Well," started Aidafo, "First we have to get back to my mountain so that no one accuses us of making this mess." He motions to the broken wall of the fortress and the mighty dead chicken.
"Good idea," agreed the party.
The party made the long trek back to Aidafo's mountain fortress and by nightfall, they were resting tiredly but contentedly in comfortable couches in Aidafo's war strategy room. Everyone was quietly sipping their coffee when Aidafo, who had donned his new C-47 titanium cloak, entered the room. The troupe turned and gazed at him in silent awe.
"Alright, let's get cracking," Aidafo snapped impatiently and summoned a chair behind him. "I've commenced to draft a master strategy with which we can attempt to steal Alexander the Not-So-Great (But Good Enough)'s hordes from him to build the metal pyramids."
"You have our full attention," Dylannesis leaned forward, immensely interested.
"I, personally, have always been a fan of politics," Aidafo began.
The rest of the party exchanged confused glances, not sure where he was going with this bold statement.
"Surprisingly, I prefer to use my intellect over brawn to solve issues," he said.
"That is surprising," Phillis muttered to himself.
"Shut up or I'll slice you in two with a bread knife," Aidafo retorted hotly. "Anyway, I'm of the opinion that Dylannesis should convince the people he wants as labourers for his metal pyramids that he is a better leader through a cleverly-organized political campaign and effective advertising, as opposed to trying to get them to defect by means of a mediocre corruption potion."
Mattiemon was offended but decided to remain silent, seeing as he wanted to have his tongue in the morning. Dylannesis decided to speak up for him.
"Isn't there some way we can incorporate Mattiemon's potion into our scheme, though?" Dylannesis offered.
Aidafo thought for a quick moment.
TO BE CONTINUED!!!