The Time of Drunks: Part 1

"My point is," Resdlen explained, "if you're goin' to hug a girl, you gotta do it right." He was sitting in front of a campfire, surrounded by his companions and a frozen wasteland. He was roasting a spider leg in the fire in one hand, and had a bottle of 'Darkmoon Special Reserve' in the other, which was rumored to make a person instantly drunk. This theory was proved minutes beforehand.

"Why would you even hug girls?" Oktago said, "You could always hug dwarves. With axes. Smothered in poison."

"Uhhh..." Nordelei started, motioning toward the air, "What is that?"

"How do you not know what poisons are?" Oktago questioned, missing the previous motion.

"Not that!" Nordelei replied, pointing toward the air, "That."

A bronze blur in the sky was bolting towards them. Oktago realized all too late that it was coming toward him-

"AUUUUGGGGHHH!" Oktago screamed, stuck under the assaulter. It got up, revealing itself to be one of the Bronze Dragonflight.

"Sorry, sorry," the drake said in a nasally, nerdy voice, "I just learned how to fly in cold weather. More difficult than you'd think."

"Hey, man," Resdlen said, still drunk, "Do you know the correct way to hug a girl?"

"No…" the drake answered, wondering what the heck this troll was talking about.

"Augh!" Resdlen exclaimed, storming off into the wintery wasteland.

"Eh," Fliflax said, "He won't get far."

"Anyway…" the drake said, almost scared by the strange group that he had come across, "My name is Drakenrakenfalacken."

"Sounds like some stupid dwarf name," Oktago spat at Drakenrakenfalacken.

"You can just call me Drift, though…" Drakenrakenfalacken replied, resenting the insinuation that his name was from dwarves. It was much more similar to an elf's name. He continued, "Do you happen to be adventurers?"

"A bit… yeah… I guess," Nordelei responded to the off-topic question.

"Why?" Oktago demanded. Yeow looked at him with a surprised look. She then realized he had the Darkmoon Special Reserve in his right hand, and froth around his mouth.

"Well…" Drift started, "We have a bit of a problem."

"Guys!" Resdlen said, running back to the group with a cigar in his mouth, "Great news! I ran out of cigs, but I bummed one off of da hobo outside of da encampment over dere! He tried to hug me with his axe a few times, though."

"See?" Oktago screamed in Fliflax's face, "It happens!" He then promptly passed out and lay on the ground.

"When did you start smoking?" Yeow, Fliflax, and Nordelei asked Resdlen, simultaneously.

Resdlen chuckled, the cigar still in his mouth. "When did you get da idea dat I smoked?"

"Dwarves have beards," Oktago said, talking in his drunken state of sleep.

"Maybe I should go to some other people to help," Drift said, prepping his wings for a quick escape.

"No!" Yeow said, "At least let us help. We're sane."

"Are you three as drunk as them?" Drift asked, making sure they were as sane as they claimed.

"Yes!" Yeow said, hoping that Drift would finally tell them what was going on.

"I am a part of an organization called the Keepers of Time," Drift explained, "We are in charge of making sure that fixed points in time don't get changed."

"Fixed points?" Fliflax questioned.

"In time, there are many small things that can change. An unimportant person is killed who was supposed to be alive. Fixed points are a totally different ball game." Drift took a large breath, making the group (except for Resdlen and Oktago) think that the explanation would be long-winded.

He continued, "If someone goes back in time and changes a fixed point, that could impact the entire universe. If certain events are changed, the Alliance could've won the war a long time ago. Or vice-versa. Some of the Infinite Dragonflight are trying to heavily impact our time by changing the past."

"Well, "Oktago said, now standing up, "This Infinite Dragonflight is obviously made up of dwarves. Let's kill some noobs!"

"Actually," Drift explained, "It's made up of drakes."

Oktago screamed some crass terms and passed out yet again.

"So…" Drift asked, "Will you help us?"

"I'm in," Yeow answered.

"Me too," Nordelei said.

"Me seven!" Fliflax screamed. Yeow looked at Fliflax, seeing the bottle of Darkmoon Special Reserve in his hand. She took it out of his hand and stowed it in her knapsack.

"She stoles the precious…" Fliflax mumbled under his breath. Then, like another personality took him over, he said, "No. We don'ts need the precious, we don'ts need it. We only greeds it…"

Nordelei looked at Yeow with a distraught look. She returned the gaze. Drift opened a portal to the Caverns of Time. Yeow grabbed Resdlen and Fliflax by their collars and guided them toward the portal. Nordelei dragged Oktago into it, and Drift followed close behind.

This chappie and the next one shall be written by the Groosinator! a.k.a. Me!