I'm not that good at playing. :x
I suck at adventure mode. I wanted to write though, so hey. That's what I'm doing.
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Cespi and his drunkard companions travelled for days through the forests, searching for this Leanscarred cave or whatever it was called. Stopping to hunt and get water along the way, it really wasn't all that unpleasant. The conversation and companionship made it a lot easier.
Finally, they stumbled upon the entrance. This cave wasn't carved out of the side of the mountain, like one would expect, but simply a hole in the ground, leading to who knows what vile evils. A lesser group might've missed it. But not them. They had eyes like hawks. These eyes may have been blurred by alcohol, but they were keen none-the-less.
They stood around the edge of the pit. There was a dark chill hanging in the air. Probably the chill of death, or something equally stereotypical. Uruth, one of the drunkards, lead the charge in. His preferred method of leading charges happened to be tripping over his feet and tumbling into the actual cave head first. The others followed suite. Once inside, they gazed around. The hard rock walls had jagged edges and there were drippings of blood across them. Someone had tried to escape.
Then they stumbled upon the corpses. Dead things everything. Must've been the work of that other fellow. The one who died.
They descended down the stairs, lookin--OHFUCKS THAT'S A FUCKING MOLEMAN. The beast lunged at Cespi, who quickly sidestepped, dodging the vile creature's attack. One of the drunks latches on to the mole's left elbow, apparently with the intent of doing absolutely nothing useful. Cespi fumbled on his back, trying to unsheathe his sword. The other drunk moved in, punching the moleman's knee. Cespi took out his blade, and proceeded to slice into the creature's back, making it collapse from pain. He kept hacking, taking off limb after limb, blood coating the walls. The iron sword cut through the flesh like a warm sword through a Butter-man. Cespi looked at his work, as the drunks gazed at him in horror.
So. This is what is was like to be a hero.
Cespi gave off a giggle, and ran off down the hall, eager for more combat. One of the drunkards followed after, while the other stayed behind to guard the dead corpse or something. The two came upon another pile of blood, gore, and corpses in a larger chamber. On the ground was a human corpse, with some dented armor covering his mutilated body.
"Ah. That must be the guy we're avenging."
A growl resonated in the room. Before Cespi could turn around, a troglodyte attacked the drunk, pulling him into the darkness of the halls. Cespi pulled out his sword, and chased after, only to find his friend with his eyes gouged out, bleeding on the floor, with the beast spitting out chunks of human. Cespi lunged at him, breaking his bones and causing massive gashes across his flesh. Something latched onto his ankle.
He was pulled to the ground, and a roar went up as he looked up to see a Giant Mole above him. In this compromising position, Cespi found it quite difficult to use his sword with any proficiency. He bashed at the creature with his shield, but it seemed to cause little damage. The beast clawed and bit at his chest, ripping and tearing. He was on the other end of the rapestick now. Finally, after wriggling a bit out of the side, Cespi lunged his sword straight through the skull of the beast with a stroke of luck, striking it down. He pushed the corpse off himself, and looked down upon his body. A hole was in his torso, and he could clearly see his innards. He was having trouble breathing, and the pain was immense. He started to move, as briskly as he could, towards where his other drunk companion was. As he started moving, he heard a scream echo through the caves from that direction. His friend was dead.
He turned around, and looked for another way out. Falling down, winded and wounded, every few steps hindered his escape greatly.
I can't explain how, and neither can he, but Cespi Brokenback escaped that day. He had faced the horrors of combat, and he never wanted to go back. Returning to town, he was inspected by the county doctor. Split left lung. Wow. He had survived it. And he probably wouldn't again. He bought some land, stuck his sword in a cubboard, and settled down.
But the Punch of Adventure couldn't have that.
He'd have his little rest. But his quests were far from over.
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