Adventures And Adversaries: The Digital Chapters Arc One Chapter 5, a Digimon + Dungeons and Dragons Crossover fanfic

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Matt

He cases the line back into the stream and waits for the fishing bob to move down into the water. Sitting next to him is Wolfclaw with his own fishing pole and line. It's early morning and they've caught three fish, trout, already. The sun has risen above the tree tops and shadows hug the ground.

"Rather peaceful isn't it?" He hums in agreement while watching his fishing bob. "I wonder if we'll get any information about a dungeon in this region... Or be able to hire ourselves out to a party of adventures."

"Well, we are only a few hours away from an actual city, at least what passes as a city in this world, we shouldn't have a hard time finding the typical hidy-holes to get our information." He answers while some fish fights him as he tries to 'rile' it in.

"Number four." His friend and partner muses while pulling in his own line as they now had enough fish for the both of them. As they gather up what meager belongs they brought with them to the stream, they then head for their make shift camp.

Slowly, they get a fire started and as the fish cooks, they said a quick prayer to the God of Cooking, MacArron, before eating their breakfast. With the fish gone, fire extinguished, and everything they need packed up, he puts the guitar strap over his head, letting it rest on his shoulder. As they walk away from their campsite, he strums the strings of the instrument.

He looted the guitar from a communal lair of Drakes, Rage Drakes at that. The lair possessed up to eleven nests where they found a lot of mail and plate armor. While he had put down his own voice as his musical instrumental, he does know the basics of various other ones. It hadn't been hard for him to craft a flute using a dagger or a set of pan pipes, he had hoped to get his hands on a string instrument, although he thought he'd have to buy one from a merchant.

He continues to pluck random strings as they reach the road and as they walk follow the road, he a song pretty much pops into his head. As his fingers dance, slightly clumsily, upon the guitar, he sings out:

"Kirameite yurameite aoki yume maihanatsu
Hana moeyuku
The flowers are set alight
Sparkling, dancing, releasing a blue dream

Seijaku ni ochiru sora futahira no yume hanabi
Kanata ni tabidatsu anata mo mieta no? Onaji hikari
Two petals from the fireworks of dreams fall quietly in the sky
Did you, who went away to the other side, see it too? It's the same light

Ga
Hanarete mo itsu no hi ka deaeru to shinjiteru
Mune saku omoi wo anata ni utau wa koe ga kikoeru?
And
Even if the two are apart, I believe that they'll come together again someday
I'm singing to you, singing of this love that tears my heart apart, can you hear my voice?

Setsuna ni hiraku sore wa hanabi
It's fireworks, bursting in an instant

Kirameite yurameite aoki yume maihanatsu
Sakihokore haruka takaku
Mamoriyuku sono omoi hitasura narihibike
Hateru made semete tsuyoku
Kono hana moe yuku
Bloom proudly, way up high
Sparkling, dancing, releasing a blue dream
The love that protects us rings out in earnest
At least it will be strong until the end
The flowers are set alight

Ikutsu mo no koto no ha wo itazura ni chirakashita
Tachiyuku mayoi wa shizuka ni kieta no asu ga
All kinds of words scattered abot mischievously
And the confusion that rooted me to the spot quietly disappeared, can you see

Mieteru?
Tomorrow?

Setsuna ni hiraku sore wa hanabi
It's fireworks, bursting in an instant

Kirameite yurameite tsukamiyuku yume no hana
Atashi no te wo koboreochite
Negau mama kono omoi anata ni nariwatare
Hateru nara semete tsuyoku
Kono hana moe yuku
I grasp the sparkling, dancing flowers of dreams
As they rain down into my hands
Let my love ring out to you like I wish it to
If it's going to be over, at least let it be strong
The flowers are set alight

Setsu na ni hiraku sore wa hanabi
It's fireworks, bursting in an instant

Kirameite yurameite aoki yume maiagare
Itsu no hi ka meguriaete
Tsunagiyuku kono omoi itoshiki kimi watashi
Itsu made mo futari tsuyoku
Sparkle, dance, send up a blue dream
Someday we'll meet
You, me, and the love that joins us
We'll be strong together, forever

"That was great G'roth." This causes him to brush his bangs back, which allows the guitar to hang viva the strap. "And that's your first time playing, isn't it?"

"Yea, well, I know I can do better. I think I need to replace some the cords, they seem to be rather worn." He says to his traveling companion and friend. "Odd thing is, I don't have a clue where that song came from... It just kind of popped into my head and I just knew I had to play it. A rather odd inspiration, isn't it?" He muses as he rests his left hand on the wooden instrument.

"Well, where ever that song came from, it sure was a good one. Particularly with your singing it." Wolfclaw states. "Might be a good idea to write down any songs that strike you so you can play them in the future."

G'roth nods in agreement and it takes a few minutes of rooting about the bag before he pulls out a blank parchment. Using some coal, he struggles to write the lyrics down. Wolfclaw helps and as the settlement comes within sight, he's sung the song at least once more, all the way through.

Putting the parchment into his bag. The gates proved to be unguarded and the center part of the doors smashed. They ready their weapons, it takes him a few minutes to put what he doesn't need for battle into his bag of holding, his teammate does the same. Before his very eyes, he watches as Wolfclaw's form expands, bones twist, fur sprouts until Wolfclaw appears to be a human sporting the typical features of a wolf.

His battle partner moves through the gate, he can practically hear Wolfclaw sniff the air. "It's clear, at the moment at least." And he slinks between the battered doors, careful with his weapon as well.

It's quiet...He thinks and as they draw to the center of a plaza, something moves. "We're surrounded, aren't we?" He asks softly and Wolfclaw grunts a yes.

Seemingly freshly killed members of this settlement shuffle forward. The ranks of the undead are mostly made up of humans and gnomes. There are a few odd balls among the wave, a few elves and dwarfs. "Ah... get their heads, at least that's what all those zombie movies promote. Destroy the heads and you destroy the zombie." He says to his teammate.

"Anything else you think would help?" Wolfclaw asks as the undead wave slowly walks towards them, their eyes unblinking with their mouths wide open. He mentally tries to recall anything else that might help.

"Well, fire works fairly well but mostly, you need to destroy the item that is animating them or the one who casted the spell." He explains. "Which means that whoever they are, they're hoping to use these guys to weaken us before making their appearance."

With a sign, he sings and causes a massive tiny fireballs to fly out and destroy at least four of the closest zombies while those about those four receive burns. While amazingly spectacular, it didn't cause much of a dent in the incoming forces. It'll be a while before he would feel up to casting that spell again.

With a snarl, his partner dispatches two of the zombies, their heads falling down off their severed necks. The main bodies collapse upon themselves, causing more then a few of the zombies to trip. Suddenly a few of the zombies surge forward and manage to, some how, break Wolfclaw's left arm.

With a curse, he fires off a fire ball but finds himself pressed by zombies behind him. For the next hour, he found himself unable to do much other then hack away at any zombie limbs that come his way and fire off a fire ball upon a downed zombie, particularly when he hadn't had a chance to destroy their heads. When he had a breather, he would case heal spells upon himself and at random intervals at Wolfclaw.

As the last of his group of zombies are reduced to ashes, he finds himself panting heavily and sweating. He wipes his forehead using the back of his hand as he glances around the plaza. He finds Wolfclaw pretty much going Godzilla upon the fallen zombies, smashing up spines and grinding the bodies into the stone floor of the plaza. None of the undead were moving, likely due to their heads having been destroyed.

"Wolf... they're not moving... You finished them." He says rather softly but his partner seems to finally comes to his senses and stops attacking the dead bodies.

He moves towards Wolfclaw before taking out a water skin and begins to drink it. "That... that was... did I really?" His partner asks and he nods, getting why his teammate is overwhelmed, he had become lost to his own senses as well.

"You have done well with that wave but can you fend off this one?"A voice rings out and a figure seemingly appears upon one of the buildings about the plaza's edge. He groans as the next wave shuffles out from behind the buildings. This wave possess larger zombies and undead animals ranging from dogs to horses and cattle.

He knows that those undead gnomes had pretty much turned his leather leggings into rags. They had manage to sneak through his guard simply due to their short size. He could only conclude that most of his injuries occurred viva his legs and can only imagine how short work those undead dogs will have upon bringing him down.

He curses the fact that there wasn't any time to change his current set of cloths either. Gore from the zombies have been splattered upon him. He didn't even want to think about the fact he could have swallowed some of that when he had his mouth open. His feels his stomach tighten by as the new wave of undead come, a fire storm suddenly happens.

A chorus of battle cries causes him to glance over to find mounted riders entering into the fray. An elven arrow sails through the air, only to hit a magical shield about the berobed necromancer. "Banerid!" Snarls that elven archer.

And now we have drama.He thinks while the controller of the zombies merely chuckles. He only listens with half a mind to the exchange of banter between the two, he's a tad busy joining the battle. The zombies died and the cleric rides up before dropping down onto the ground.

"Sit, I'll attend to your legs." The cute brunet says, he does so while more of this party's drama plays out. It's clear that the enraged elf wants to follow right on the heels of the necromancer while the others want to replenish their supplies and burn the dead of this settlement.

"Thank you for the help. I don't know about my partner but I was on my last legs. It didn't help that those undead gnomes managed to do that to my legs before I was aware of it." He says while studying the angry read veins upon his legs. No scars due to his healing spells but he hadn't thought to case a cure on himself.

"It is a good thing one of you is a lycanthrope or you'd both be dead." Murmurs the young woman as she uses an ointment to treat the injuries. "You a swordmage by chance?"

He chuckles softly, he is beginning to feel cool now. "No, I'm a Bard. I'm G'roth, by the way." He says in way of introduction.

"Sayna Dewdrop is mine." Sayna says and he notices Wolfclaw looking bemused concerning what's going on between them. "Well, that should do you. Although, it would be a good idea to bandage them before you change your cloths. Don't want to smug the ointments."

"Hmmm, hey Wolfclaw, you have any bandages? I don't remember seeing any in my bag." He calls out to his teammate.

"Here you go." Wolfclaw says after taking a few minutes to rummage through his own bag. His partner approaches to hand them to him and introduces himself, after taking a human appearance. "My name's Larry Talbot, though most call me Wolfclaw."

Sayna smiles at Wolfclaw, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear as he works on putting the bandages upon his legs. He shakes his head slightly, although he does feel a flash of annoyance of Wolfclaw deciding to occupy Sayna's attention. It's not like we are an item, we just met!He reminds himself as he renews his focus upon his legs.

And then another arrives, this one wearing black leather armor. Martin Nimbletouch is a professional rogue and seems to sport a very strong attraction to Sayna, so much so that he gets into a verbal match with Wolfclaw. He notices Sayna sigh softly and guesses that the attraction is one sided.

He excuses himself to change his cloths in privacy as there are a number of woman among this adventure party after all.

To Be Continued!