Hall of Records File #10

"Ya-ut-ja! Ya-ut-ja! Ya-ut-ja!" I never thought I'd be so happy to hear those two idiots as Hammer and Anvil marched in, doing their ritual dance while Hammer continued beating on the giant shield. And much to my surprise, Rodger was also present. Hammer and Anvil's prayer to their god continued, while Rodger sauntered up to us, not paying any mind to the myriad of skeletal creatures, who actually parted to let him through to us.

"Hey all, why didn't you tell me there was a party going on? I would have brought the booze." He said. "At least we have some bitches here, although I'm not sure about those two." Both Sybille and Potema bristled at this remark. He walked up to the Wolf Queen, getting right in her face. "Seriously, where did you find this one, Ezra? Talk about waking up on the wrong side of the bed, huh sweetheart?" He was flirting with the Wolf Queen, seriously flirting with her!

"How dare you speak to me in such a vulgar manner!" Potema swung at Rodger, but he deftly slid to the left.

"So what?" He said, digging some wax out of his ear. "Like I haven't seen a woman naked before, and I get you wanting to bare it all, but seriously, put some clothes on before you embarrass yourself any more than you already have!"

"Rodger, do you really have no clue as to who that is?" Erik said. "It's Potema the Wolf Queen! You know, the founder of Temeria who slaughtered thousands to fuel her dark magic?"

He blinked. "Really? Huh, neat." Rodger smirked, and I could see some of his old fire return, as he drew that familiar looking cutlass. "Hey, Hammer, Anvil! I think we found our entertainment for the night! Ezra, you deal with that butch looking chick in the purple bathrobe. We'll handle the walking side of cooked beef."

Something I wrote for my friend Centurious the Azure's masterpiece A Story of Eighteen Years. Mostly because I thought it was funny.