~*~*~* Where the Quest Takes Us *~*~*~
Chapter 3
- The Mind-Tricks Reloaded
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After an hour of running, Issac finally grew tired. And wet, And Cold. And hungry. And everything anyone could think of to complain about. But he continued to trudge onward towards Tolbi, the hub of southern Angara. He figured he could find passage from there to Alhafra, where he could rent a sailboat that would take him to Lemuria. In Lemuria, he would have a wee talk with a certain sailor who had neglected to send him letters.
Of course he didn't make it to Tolbi that night. He crashed in Kalay for the night. He kept thinking that he knew someone here, but he couldn't remember who...
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The next morning, Issac was rudely awakened by the Innkeeper, who claimed that there was a visitor waiting for him in the lobby.
"Who is it?" Issac queried.
"It's an attendant of Lord Hammet's palace." Answered the Innkeeper.
"Hmm,,," Issac said as he walked out of his room. When he arrived in the lobby, he quickly scanned the few tables of the small restaurant. There were three people at the eatery: A fisherman who reeked of salt, a woman who looked like a peasant, and a short blonde...
"Ivan! How are you?" Issac said happily, his spirits lifting higher than since he ran away from Vault in a fit of Piers induced rage.
"Issac! It's true, then. I heard from a merchant that you were visiting." Ivan said cheerfully. "So, where's the rest of the gang?"
"Oh, I'm alone." Issac said. "I have a small bone to pick with Piers."
"Why? What did he do?" Ivan asked.
"He hasn't sent me any letters!" Issac replied.
"Really? I've been getting letters from him every week or so..." Ivan remarked.
"GAAAAAAHHHHH!!!" Issac screamed, flipping over a table in yet another burst of Piers induced rage.
"Whoa, this is a big deal to you isn't it?" Ivan said, wide eyed at Issac's insanely short temper. The Innkeeper came running over to see what had happened.
"WHO DID THIS!?!" he hollered, seeing the capsized table. "IT WAS YOU, WASN'T IT!! HORRIBLE MAN!!" he screamed at Issac, brandishing a butcher knife in the process.
"Let's roll, Ivan!" Issac said, grabbing Ivan by the wrist and dragging him along. The head chef was blocking the exit, and the back door was blocked by one of the cooks.
"What are we gonna do?" Ivan asked, nervously searching the room for a way out.
"Hold it..." Issac said, glancing all around.
"What?" Ivan asked with his eyebrow raised.
"My Issac Sense is tingling!" Issac said, diving to the ground, and yelling at Ivan to do the same. As they dived, a frying pan whizzed over their heads, slamming into a table, causing the salty fisherman to be knocked over on his chair.
"So it's a fight they want, is it?" said Issac. "Then a fight they shall get!" he unsheathed his sword, and pointed it warningly at the Innkeeper.
"I'm with you all the way, buddy!" Ivan said, raising his staff.
"You wish to clash swords with Issac, Slayer of Dragons?!" Issac bellowed menacingly at the Innkeeper.
"Nice name!" Ivan remarked.
"Thanks. I thought it up myself." Issac said. He turned back to the Innkeeper. "Do you accept my challenge?"
"Yes I do!" the Innkeeper said, raising his long, curved butcher knife. "I happen to be one of Kalay's finest swordsmen!"
"Aw, CRAP!" Issac said. "Oh, well... Ivan, you take the chef and his band of cooks. I'll handle the Innkeeper."
"Gotcha." Ivan said, doing a showoffy twirl of his staff. He leapt over a flipped table and began a back and forth fight with the head chef. Issac raised his sword and ran at the Innkeeper. He brought his sword down on the Innkeeper, but he parried the blow with ease. The Innkeeper began to furiously swing at Issac, twirling and jumping around as if he was the finest swordsman in all of Weyard.
"Oh, screw it!" Issac said, casting Odyssey at the Innkeeper. He instantly fell to the floor in a mangled heap. "Ivan! Forget honour and righteousness! Finish those losers and let's GO!" Ivan nodded, and cast Spark Plasma on the kitchen men. They all collapsed. The two people in the restaurant, as well as several curious guests that had wandered downstairs to see what the ruckus was, all were staring wide-eyed at Issac and Ivan.
"Well, we're criminals!"" Issac said, making a mad dash for the door, with Ivan right at his side,
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Mr, Jupiter: Well, chapter three has arrived. The contest for chapter 2 is still on, so let's get those answers in! No contest for this chapter, however. Hope you liked it, and hope to hear from you!
Chapter 3
- The Mind-Tricks Reloaded
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After an hour of running, Issac finally grew tired. And wet, And Cold. And hungry. And everything anyone could think of to complain about. But he continued to trudge onward towards Tolbi, the hub of southern Angara. He figured he could find passage from there to Alhafra, where he could rent a sailboat that would take him to Lemuria. In Lemuria, he would have a wee talk with a certain sailor who had neglected to send him letters.
Of course he didn't make it to Tolbi that night. He crashed in Kalay for the night. He kept thinking that he knew someone here, but he couldn't remember who...
*** *** *** ***
The next morning, Issac was rudely awakened by the Innkeeper, who claimed that there was a visitor waiting for him in the lobby.
"Who is it?" Issac queried.
"It's an attendant of Lord Hammet's palace." Answered the Innkeeper.
"Hmm,,," Issac said as he walked out of his room. When he arrived in the lobby, he quickly scanned the few tables of the small restaurant. There were three people at the eatery: A fisherman who reeked of salt, a woman who looked like a peasant, and a short blonde...
"Ivan! How are you?" Issac said happily, his spirits lifting higher than since he ran away from Vault in a fit of Piers induced rage.
"Issac! It's true, then. I heard from a merchant that you were visiting." Ivan said cheerfully. "So, where's the rest of the gang?"
"Oh, I'm alone." Issac said. "I have a small bone to pick with Piers."
"Why? What did he do?" Ivan asked.
"He hasn't sent me any letters!" Issac replied.
"Really? I've been getting letters from him every week or so..." Ivan remarked.
"GAAAAAAHHHHH!!!" Issac screamed, flipping over a table in yet another burst of Piers induced rage.
"Whoa, this is a big deal to you isn't it?" Ivan said, wide eyed at Issac's insanely short temper. The Innkeeper came running over to see what had happened.
"WHO DID THIS!?!" he hollered, seeing the capsized table. "IT WAS YOU, WASN'T IT!! HORRIBLE MAN!!" he screamed at Issac, brandishing a butcher knife in the process.
"Let's roll, Ivan!" Issac said, grabbing Ivan by the wrist and dragging him along. The head chef was blocking the exit, and the back door was blocked by one of the cooks.
"What are we gonna do?" Ivan asked, nervously searching the room for a way out.
"Hold it..." Issac said, glancing all around.
"What?" Ivan asked with his eyebrow raised.
"My Issac Sense is tingling!" Issac said, diving to the ground, and yelling at Ivan to do the same. As they dived, a frying pan whizzed over their heads, slamming into a table, causing the salty fisherman to be knocked over on his chair.
"So it's a fight they want, is it?" said Issac. "Then a fight they shall get!" he unsheathed his sword, and pointed it warningly at the Innkeeper.
"I'm with you all the way, buddy!" Ivan said, raising his staff.
"You wish to clash swords with Issac, Slayer of Dragons?!" Issac bellowed menacingly at the Innkeeper.
"Nice name!" Ivan remarked.
"Thanks. I thought it up myself." Issac said. He turned back to the Innkeeper. "Do you accept my challenge?"
"Yes I do!" the Innkeeper said, raising his long, curved butcher knife. "I happen to be one of Kalay's finest swordsmen!"
"Aw, CRAP!" Issac said. "Oh, well... Ivan, you take the chef and his band of cooks. I'll handle the Innkeeper."
"Gotcha." Ivan said, doing a showoffy twirl of his staff. He leapt over a flipped table and began a back and forth fight with the head chef. Issac raised his sword and ran at the Innkeeper. He brought his sword down on the Innkeeper, but he parried the blow with ease. The Innkeeper began to furiously swing at Issac, twirling and jumping around as if he was the finest swordsman in all of Weyard.
"Oh, screw it!" Issac said, casting Odyssey at the Innkeeper. He instantly fell to the floor in a mangled heap. "Ivan! Forget honour and righteousness! Finish those losers and let's GO!" Ivan nodded, and cast Spark Plasma on the kitchen men. They all collapsed. The two people in the restaurant, as well as several curious guests that had wandered downstairs to see what the ruckus was, all were staring wide-eyed at Issac and Ivan.
"Well, we're criminals!"" Issac said, making a mad dash for the door, with Ivan right at his side,
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Mr, Jupiter: Well, chapter three has arrived. The contest for chapter 2 is still on, so let's get those answers in! No contest for this chapter, however. Hope you liked it, and hope to hear from you!