Hey everyone, we're back with another chapter of Strange Adventures. Ze Awesome P12ussia and myself will be gone for the weekend, so the next chapter won't be up for awhile, but hopefully Amiacon will be able to write something.

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Back at the tavern, the party was having a victory drink when the door swung open to reveal the silhouette of a familiar shape. Evecil looked up and choked on his drink.

"Shit!" Evecil coughed out. "It's my twin brother." He hid behind Komlin and pulled his jacket over his head, determined not to be seen.

"What's wrong with that, magey boy?" Komlin asked, staring down at the huddling Mage.

"You don't want to know," Evecil replied with a shiver.

Eronel watched Evecil's twin from the corner of her eye. "Why not? He looks okay."

"'Fraid of your own family?" Eromreven scoffed. "I thought'cha said you're not a coward!"

"If only you knew how he acts, you wouldn't mock me," Evecil responded.

"Well," Eronel said, rising from the table with a mischievous smirk, "I think I'll go introduce myself." She walked over to the boy, smiling. "Hi. You new around here?"

"Yeah, I just got into town!" he said. "My name's Arren. How do you do?" He politely offered a hand to shake.

Eronel calmly took it and said, "I'm Eronel. You know, I've been working with a guy who looks a lot like you."

"Really? Can I meet him?" He bounced up and down with excitement.

"Sure! We're having dinner right over there. He's hiding behind the Slayer." She pointed at the table where Eromreven and Komlin were watching them, laughing. When Arren saw the end of Evecil's coat, he shoved Komlin out of the way, and Evecil took off like lightning.

Eronel returned to her chair and could not restrain her own laughter.

"Wha- where are you going?" Arren cried, sprinting after him. "Wait up, brother!"

"Never! Get away from me, damnit!" Evecil yelled.

"No!" Arren launched himself into the air, crashing into Evecil and bringing him to the ground.

"Why do you always follow me, you twat?" Evecil snarled. Eromreven and Komlin were cracking up at the sight. Soon enough they were both rolling on the floor out of breath.

Arren turned a tearful gaze on his brother. "Bu- but I've been looking so hard for you!"

"I don't care!" Evecil growled, regaining his feet and dusting himself off. "Why do you think I left? I wanted to get away from you."

"Well that was mean!" Eromreven called.

"Yeah!" Arren agreed. "Why are you being so rotten?"

Komlin snickered "You have no idea at all, do you? Evecil is actually a -"

"Not another word, Slayer! You don't know anything!" Evecil interrupted.

"Terrible person," Eromreven finished.

"Why'd you change what I was gonna say, E? I thought you didn't like Evecil either."

"'Cause you Slayers don't know jack," Eromreven chortled. "Berserkers, on the other hand, are obviously smarter!" They dissolved into gales of laughter once again.

Eronel just rolled her eyes. "Come on, you guys, he's not that bad," she said.

"No, he just doesn't like us, so we don't like him!" Eromreven told her.

"Still here, you know," Evecil grumbled.

"What are they talking about?" Arren asked. "My brother isn't a bad person!" He was still clinging to Evecil.

"They're idiots," Evecil said sourly, detaching Arren's hands from his coat; Arren went right back to clinging to his twin, and Evecil accepted his defeat. He dragged Arren to the table and pulled up an extra chair so they could sit by each other. Evecil buried his head in his hands and picked at his supper.

"Sooooo... Where to next? Blazing Grak?" Komlin asked, breaking the silence.

Eromreven nodded. "Yeah, I bet you guys could handle Binoche. No matter how many times you take her out, those damn goblin shamans just revive her again..." He shook his head in annoyance. When he had been traveling Grand Flores on his own, he and the witch had crossed paths many times.

"Well now you have a party to help with the shamans," Komlin said with a laugh of slight intoxication. He had already had twelve beers.

"Doesn't. Fucking. Matter. There are always more!" Eromreven snarled. "Oh, well. It's a pretty fun fight, so I guess I shouldn't complain too much."

"So how many times did you attempt to take her down before you won?"

"Once. And then she came back and I did it again. And again. And again. And again. We'll never be rid of the bitch, I'm sure." Eromreven laughed bitterly into his tankard.

Komlin asked, "What if we get rid of all the shamans on her side then went after her?"

Eromreven shot him down instantly. "Can't. They never come to battle for this exact reason. The little shits are afraid to fight."

"Oh. It took me a long while to come up with that too."

"Sorry, kid." Eromreven reached across the table and ruffled Komlin's hair. The table fell silent again.

"So, Eromreven, huh?" Arren asked, breaking the silence.

"Yeah?"

"That's an interesting name. Where'd it come from? I like names," Arren explained.

The Berserker shrugged. "My folks said it came from some old poem. I never read it when I was a kid, never wanted to. Now I've forgotten the name."

"Wow, cool!" Arren said. "They must be smart people."

"Yeah," Eromreven muttered. "They were." He finished his drink and stood up to leave. "See you lot tomorrow."

After the group ate their breakfast, they met up with Eromreven and set off to find Blazing Grakqarak in Grand Flores. Evecil and Arren were on edge as soon as they entered the area. "What's this ominous presence?" Evecil asked.

"Flaming Binoche," Eromreven said flatly. "Told you she's annoying."

"Why'd we have to come so early?" Komlin complained.

"There was nothing better to do in town," Eronel said.

"Still it's EARLY."

"Not really, lazybones," Eronel chortled.

"Oh yeah? Then what time is it?"

Eromreven looked up at the sky, gauging the sun's position. "I'd say it's... Adventuring o'Clock."

Komlin and Eronel chuckled. Evecil groaned at the barbarian's sense of humor.

"I think we're getting closer," Arren said, clinging even tighter to his brother.

"Yep," Eromreven confirmed. "Same as yesterday. First set's mine, you all get the rest."

"M'kay." Komlin stepped aside for the Berserker.

Eromreven charged ahead, taking a group of Hilgaves by surprise, and destroyed them with the same bloody eagerness that he had shown the day before. Once again, his arm absorbed as much blood as he could get to it. This should be keepin' it happy for a while... "It's clear, kiddos," he called, waving them over. They were still impressed with the Berserker's power.

They breezed through the dungeon fairly quickly for their first time through, and quickly arrived at Binoche's room. Evecil held his staff in a death grip, knuckles white.

"B-brother," Arren stammered. "Are you okay?"

"Well, what do you think?" Evecil snapped.

"S-sorry..."

"Well, well, well," Binoche cackled. "If it isn't the little mage I killed! Back for more, are you?"

"You..." Evecil gasped. "It was you! You started that fire!"

She nodded. "That I did. Why? Are you angry?"

"No, not at all. You only killed me!" He started forward, staff glowing. Arren tried to join him, but Evecil shoved him back. "This is my fight!"
The boy fired off spell after furious spell at the floating witch, rage growing with every swing. Binoche fired flame after flame towards the young mage. The magic collided with a thunderous bang in the middle of the field; Evecil charged right into the explosion. As the smoke cleared, she saw him fling his staff into her face, firing off a Magic Cannon blast. The headless corpse fell to the ground.

That's it for the second chapter. R & R please. Oh, can anyone give the reference for Eromreven?

It's an old reference. See ya!