Jizzytown IC

[Shadowfall]

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! He glanced backwards for a second to faintly catch "You're not getting away that easily! HYAAAAAAAAA!!!"


None of this was going his way. John was leaping over roots that grew out from the ground and into the air, and ducking under branches that hung low enough to smash his face in. He kept sprinting through the underbrush, hoping to get away somehow from this sword wielding psychopath. He turned his head for a brief moment, until he whacked himself into a tree, giving himself a concussion. Despite the sirens wailing in his head for him to slow down and nurse his wounds, he instead heard the whistle blow of an officer and kept on, getting up somewhat groggily, but falling face down due to his injury. For him, it has been a very eventful 5 minutes in a neurotic child's playground, but as he careened to the ground, he thought how quickly that sword would pierce his abdomen.


@Stormyface

 

[Stormyface]

Ronin stared at the limp form of the soldier.


"Modern armaments... not from 'Nam, then."


He slung the guy over his shoulders in a fireman's carry.


"Oh--! Heavy..."


Ronin staggered his way back to camp, collapsing just after entering the clearing.


"Yeth... I require your assistance again..." he moaned, the soldier's weight pressing his face into the ground.


"Please heeeeeeelp."


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@Ranix Aurus

 

[Ranix Aurus]

The bunny man was still sitting atop a stone. Staring at the sky. Although now that Ronin had called his name, he was staring at two grown-up men stacked atop one another.

Spoiler

He slowly scooted over where they were, and then lifted them up, one by each arm like logs, then carried them back to the campsite. When they reached the tent he randomly threw them to the ground.


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[Idea]

(Lupi´s POV)


The shock was evident on everyone´s expression after the mayor´s statements. The confusion was such that nobody was even sure if they should scream and run around in a frenzy or just stay silent. Instead, only a few mutters were thrown here and here, and a couple coughs burped out the silence. The mayor put a hand to his own collar, his eyes shooting from one corner to the next. I couldn´t tell what was going through his mind, in fact, I could barely know if anything at all was going through mine anymore. Before any questions could be asked, the mayor raised a hand and dismissed the gathering, sending everyone on their own way.


Like many others, I left the "town hall" as soon as I could walk again, and decided I needed nourishment. While some would take refugee in alcohol over the eminent humiliation of our town (though we could hardly be more humiliated than just by being who we were), I needed something more sugary. Plus I couldn´t drink alcohol yet. So I bought an acorn bun with something sugary on top, then munched down, allowing a smile to crawl over my face as I chewed. Yet it somehow felt like I had missed a step. What could it be? A shadow was cast above my head, and a woman with half her face covered by curly hair bent down over me. I looked over to her, wondering why her brown was so pressed and asked myself if I had ever chewed on something she owned without permission? Maybe I was making a mess somewhere? I looked around, but apart from a few fallen tidbits, I saw nothing.


"Kid, where are your parent´s?"


"Back in te billage I tink." I answered.


"And how are you paying?"


I smiled, reaching out to my coin purse to... reaching out to my coin purse to.... uh.... A tail was not what I was supposed to be feeling at a time like this, but a leathery bag with coins. A little on the sun but...


"I´m really running out of patience with everyone having their purses "stolen" today." She said in an unfriendly tone. I would have one less head at that moment, if she had a knife in her hands. I gulped, smirking nervously.


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I was rubbing the markings on my body with some well water, when I heard the trumpets. As customary for most cities, Jizzytown responded with it´s own trumpets and the guards approached the poorly contructed gates of various materials. The trumpets matched the sight, being the loudest most horrific trumpets anyone would ever hear (I hoped). Dying mice made better sounds, I knew it by experience. Plus, dying mice didn´t sound like they could be easily heard from the FOREST!


"Entry for Lord Baldwin!" someone screeched. They had this dry, stunned voice of someone who hasn´t done their job in years and suddenly has to start screaming and making up for their laziness.  Large banners of Galandir could be stopped even from the crowd and the gigantic horses soon followed. Four random soldiers carried the banners, sorrowing a knight with literally blinding shining armor. Whatever it was that they polished it with, it was way too much. The mayor himself had to bumble there with an arm covering the other arm that covered his eyes, so he could look at the horse the lord was riding in.


"Gentleman, it has come to my ears that you wish to participate in the race this year. As such, I would like the prankster who sent me this fine message to come out and apologize to the whole city in the form of public..."


"But we ARE participating!" Someone cried out from the crowd. The soldiers almost dropped the banners as they tried to contain their laughs. The lord unleashed his shining sword.


"Very well then, who´s coming? Come and duel me if you think you have what it takes to go compete with our champions! I don´t care if it´s one, two, or a whole army of you people!"


Silence was struck once more. Fight HIM? How? Nobody had really thought about joining the race prior today, we certainly weren´t expecting to fight someone from Galandir! No one was stepping forward, people were hesitating... The knight in blinding armor chuckled, lowering his sword.


"I thought as much. You know, some of us take pride in our race, in our traditions and ancestors. But we fight for more. Some fight for the glory, some for the money, for the women, the titles, the princess´s kiss, the sheer fun of beating up a dragon! But you? If you could even call whatever you did "fighting" or if you did manage to sneak out the princess by some trick of Hollowtown´s, two unlikely possibilities, I still wouldn´t believe you would succeed if my life depended on it! You´ll only drag down the other competitors for picking on a low hanging fruit. You´ll only diminuish the glory of those involved. Spit in the faces of our ancestors. So do us all a favor and do...whatever it is you always do in this slum." The rider began to turn to leave, gesturing at his soldiers to do the same.


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(apologies to anyone in the middle of a conversation or anything, just trying to get back a hold on things.

 

[Stormyface]

Nokyx jolted awake from where he slept in the tent, clasping his hands over his ears. That sounds like Jizzytown's trumpets... which would only play in case of an emergency!!!!!!


The mage burst out of the tent, brandishing his staff.


"IT'S HAPPENNIIIIIIING! GREATER SOUL SHOWER!"


A crystalline projectile the size of a small boulder shot from the mage's staff and arced high over the forest, disappearing from sight...


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@Idea

 

[Shadowfall]

John felt a bump on his forehead as he came to. With a groan, he rolled over, and got up. "Not dead." He remarked out loud. He was so used to it, considering the fact that he was surrounded by it only a few hours earlier. Now his nihilism ended and his curiosity began. He looked down at his dirty uniform, and the man who had chased him earlier. He patted around him for his rifle. He couldn't find it. He then turned his attention back up, when he felt a blast of a trumpet. 


Hopefully, if that didn't wake up whomever, this would allow him to sneak away. With that in mind, he stumbled onwards, only barely noticing a wizard casting a spell nearby, with he reacted with a slight muttrance "What the fuck?"

 

[Ranix Aurus]

Kuldrath was thrown aside when Nokyx violently burst out of the tent. Still groggy from the sudden awakening, he climbed out from the tent, which was now fully rendered a dysfunctional pile of sheets. Well, he wasn't really disappointed since he could see a large crystalline being shot out into the sky.


"SO COOOL!" there goes another fangirling. He missed the trumpet.


Yeth on the other hand didn't. He was clutching his ears down with his hands. The sound was too intense, too...terrible for the rabbit's sensitive ears. Ah, the stranger with strange clothes stirred awake now. Why was he stumbling away like drunkard? Yeth walked closer to him, trying to find out. Which ended up looking like him creeping the guy from behind.


"Ne, do it again! Do it again!" Kud was all over the new magic trick now.


"...Who, in the fuck, did that?!" A loud, angry voice came from the direction where the crystal flew. There was a sound of clanking steel, coming closer from the darkness of the forest. Finally it reached their vicinity, and from within the shrubs and bushes came out...


Figaro. The Figaro Figaro...still clad in full body armor in this heat. And he got a new helmet it seemed.


"...YOU GUYS AGAIN?!"


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[Stormyface]

Nokyx looked down at the child.


"Blep." he said, collapsing again.


Ronin got to his feet, glaring at Figaro.


"If you don't like our presence, then go away. There's no use in complaining about it when you burst into our encampment."


Nokyx reached a hand toward Figaro.


"Need. To. Steal. Engagement ring..."


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@Exiled Ace

 

[Mena]

Ren Chigisa
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Ren had let out much steam while she had kept stomping on the mage's head and back, not stopping even when he was cowering in a little ball. "Idiot! Just why did you even come back?!" She yelled in frustration, the mage was whimpering underneath her. She was going to continue to let loose on the "meat bag" that Lyle brought back but the mage escaped by using a spell. She was much calmer than what anger she displayed earlier towards the group, she was starting to go back to the mellow feeling she felt at the beginning of the day. He's joking right? Did he really think that I would beat him up as well?  Ren thought while looking towards Lyle's direction. She had no clue whether to respond or choose to ignore the stupid idiots that were currently talking towards her. Instead she just remained silent, placing her hand on her hip while looking for something else to catch her attention besides their conversation that was being held. While it looked like this to her, Ren to others could say that she was looking at Lyle like he was some type of meat and began to steady herself to pounce on him.
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On the contrary, she was simply bored and rather walk away from the conversation whats so ever. Just everyone wanted to piss Ren off today it seems, but today was not the day for them as Ren wouldn't stoop down to their levels. "Tch." That was a response she gave towards the sudden noise of the instruments coming from somewhere within the city. Great what else could happen to ruin such a "perfect" day? She thought, hearing the blaring notes of trumpets playing around the town square. Of course she was being sarcastic and knew there was no such thing in her books as a perfect day. She drew her attention to the speaker that was riding a horse, upon hearing him joke about Jizzytown, Ren let out a small sigh from her lips.
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[Ranix Aurus]

Figaro smacked his forehead. Of course it had to be these lunatics. No...why was the weird thief from before writhing on the ground as if he got drained by a Mindflayer? Eh, nevermind, must be something not important after all.


"Look, it's not my choice, okay?" Figaro replied to Ronin with an annoyed tone. "We just saw that big boulder thing hurling through the sky so we had to investigate..."


"Oh? Are these your acquaintance, brother?"


Another person came from behind Figaro. A handsome young man with long, golden-colored hair. But contrary to the shoddily armored-guy, this one was dressed in light armor. A breastplate and shoulder pads for protection, but accompanied with a cape, signifying that the man was more of the leader type than the ones who charged first into the battlefield.


"Err...you can say that..." Figaro shrugged. "They're the one who helped me take back my ring..."


"Oh, you guys are the one who took down Eclipse?" He seemed amused after the fact. "Not bad...for a bunch from that town. Anyway, do you by chance know who shot that boulder into the sky?"


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[Stormyface]

Nokyx growled.


"Your brother looks like he came from that town, himself."


He pushed himself into a more dignified sitting position.


"Ah, you want to know who launched that? Yeah, she ran off into the woods before you got here. Said she was your mother."


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((its roastin' time!))

 

[Ranix Aurus]

"W-what did you say?!" Figaro clenched his fist, stepping closer to Nokyx. "You saw my mother? Really?! I KNEW IT! I KNEW SHE"S STILL ALIVE! LEON I TOLD Y..."


The new guy smacked Figaro on the head with his spear. "Brother, what the hell. He's just messing with us. Effing stop."


Figaro rolled around on the ground clutching his helmet. The pain went beyond steel it seemed. But rubbing the helmet won't do anything now would it...?


"That's rather impolite. But I'll let it slide for now, sir..." he stopped for a bit, clearly wanting to ask for Nokyx's name, but ended up deciding against it. "Nevermind. We shouldn't burden ourselves with names. Especially when we wouldn't meet each other again."


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[Stormyface]

Nokyx grunted.


"Well, that settles that, then. So taff off, I've got a migraine and you're not helping matters any."


Ronin sighed.


"My companion here was the one who launched the projectile." he said.


Nokyx nearly coughed out one of his lungs.


"What!? You'd just sell me out like that!?"


He pointed at Ronin.


"Well, this guy's homosexual! Give him to the Church to burn, I say!"


Actually, I don't really mind--


"Well, the Church minds!! Wait, wha--"


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[Ranix Aurus]

"Pfft," Figaro's brother let out a chuckle. "Aah, sorry. You guys are too funny. Like a stand-up comedy. So, a Mage, eh? Or an Elementalist?" He eyed Nokyx carefully. "Well, no matter. If it's a strong magic-user then it would've been a problem. You...I don't think so. One shot and you'll fall down from exhaustion, I guess."


He was clearly just trying to mock him at this point.


"Let's go back, brother. Turns out there's no danger to speak of. Let's give our report as that."


"Huh...sure..." Figaro stood up, still rubbing his helmet. "So, you don't really met my mother, ri..."


Another smack on the head and then Figaro got dragged away by his brother.


"Ne, master..." Kuldrath raised his hand. A question. "What does 'homosexual' mean?"



@Stormyface

 

[DemetrioMachete]

Lyle appeared somewhat disheartened as Ren ignored his volunteering. Was he not suitable for what ever it was she was asking? Oh well. Even someone as "talented" as Lyle wouldn't be applicable for just anything. His frown soon turned itself upside down, though. At least she got to vent on that mage he managed to bring back.


"Now that you're calm, perhaps you would like to j-" Lyle was cut off by the sound of blaring trumpets, which rattled his insides with the intense, vision-disorienting sound they produced. It would seem the King- was it a King? Lyle couldn't think of any other nobles. The someone-or-whatever of Gala... Gund.. what ever that G word was, did not want the likes of Jizzytown participating in the princess rescue. Lyle was not daunted by his shaming and shunning. If anything, it empowered him! He wanted to represent Jizzytown's champions, to prove they could be competent. With a deep breath, Lyle placed an arm on his hip, and raised the other one, preparing a brief, rousing speech.


"I refuse to let some geezer's harsh words and threats send me pedaling back to my home. Come, my Vampire and Ninja friends. We will prove this man wrong by rescuing that Princess, and with gusto!"


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[IctoraPost]

Nowal glanced at the boy - Lilly? Lute? - for a moment, processing his words. Eager beaver? What kind of person sid that? Deciding to not question the choice of idiom, even though he had just done so, he nodded and turned to the bad-tempered ninja, wondering if he would be able to convert her to his side as easily. But she had turned away, seemingly calmer after beating up that mage, and was staring towards the haphazardly-built main gate. Was it because she detected something using her advenced ninja sense? No, it was because of the screeching, dying-rat blare of the Jizzytown trumpets screaming from that direction. 


Quickly moving forwards, missing anything the idiot boy had said, the vampire intently listened to what the so-called lord had to say, tying his scarf to his head as a blindfold to block out the shine of the armour. He agreed with everything the knight said. The residents of this place were all morons who had no place in rescuing the princess. Yet the town had been given a chance to do so - to prove itself to the world. This guy was blocking the way to justice and equality. And also the reward money.


Nowal sprinted forwards and jumped onto a rotund lady's fat body, using that to boost himelf into the sky. Performing a triple frontflip quintuple sidespin skewer jump, coat flapping in the air, he snatched four crossbows out from his open satchel, careful to not touch the container of blood. Crossbow bolts started spilling out of the bag, a monochromatic display of short, deadly sticks. The archer selected a dark one with a white fleching and carefully loaded it into one of the crossbows. He proceeded to do the same with the other three, thoroughly checking the strings and mechanisms. 


Just as he reached the climax of his jump, he started firing. The bolts floating in the air around the vampire disappeared in quick succession as he swiftly loaded, shot, then reloaded his weapons, switching between the four with his two hands. Dirt was spraying, horses were rearing, armour was denting. The rain of projectiles seemed unending, bolt after bolt shooting down from the heavens, until it stopped three seconds later. Clouds of dust was hovering around the armoured man and his escort from the circles of holes in the soil around each person. The lord himself had his armour badly dented, the light reflecting off it no longer blinding due to the refraction of light in the dust and the wild angles of reflection in the dents. Nowal landed on the ground, open bag collecting the crossbows as they fell, coat flapping to a stop. He lowered his scarf back to his neck. "Your armor is too bright. I'm quite sensitive to light, so please go away."


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[Stormyface]

Nokyx chuckled.


"It means he likes men."


Ronin scoffed and stuck his finger in Nokyx's face.


"I most certainly do NOT!"


He stares off into the distance as his voice takes on a softer, almost sexual tone.


"Midori-chan is my only love..."


...


What a freak.


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@Exiled Ace

 

[Shadowfall]

"What is happening?" John muttered to himself as he stepped farther and farther away from the growing party that was gathering nearby. Nothing was making much sense at all anymore, and he wasn't going to bet that it would any time soon. He just needed his gun. More specifically, the bayonet on the end of it. Shaking off his grogginess, he started for another sprint, only tripping over himself half the time, into the forest.


By sheer luck, he found his Enfield on the ground, its bayonet's glimmer leading him to it. It was then, he figured that town was a better chance than the crazies talking about being... He shuddered. Walking into the, what he assumed to be due to the conglomeration, town square, he was blinded by the bright soldiers. Must be some sort of king's guard. His assumption was correct, as there was an ornate looking horse in the middle of the four blinding figures. He could only stand and watch as the nobility mocked the people of the town. How terrible of him. He heard the noble boast about the dragon slaying and princess saving, and how the people would never be able to do that. Now he understood the reason the Romanov family was executed in Russia. It was terrible living under nobility. With that, he unattached his bayonet, and joined the crowd, adjusting his brodie helm as he did so. He started to accept the random strangeness as a stranger confronted the knights, complaining of the light.


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[Ranix Aurus]

"Hmm...so if you like men, you are called homosexual? Hmmmhm..." Kud nodded, taking the information a bit too literal. "I got it. I got it. You really know a lot, master."


What did you get, kid...?


"But but what about Yeth? Is Yeth a man? ...Yeth? Yeth??"


He was about to point to the rabbit-headed man when he realized Yeth was nowhere to be found.






Sooo...where's Yeth?


Answer: He had been following the stranger to the city. From the time he searched for his bayonet until his panicked sprint all the way to the city. Somehow the stranger didn't notice Yeth creeping behind him like a stalker. So now there he was, still behind the stranger like a lingering spirit. Some people who knew him from the residential district whispered among themselves. Aaah, being followed behind by Yeth. Some misfortune must befall the lad sooner or later...


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[Mena]

Ren Chigisa
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Watching the vampire person jump off the pie lady's face once more, she just sighed turning her attention away to help the poor lady. She grabbed her hand and pushed her off the ground, only to earn much back talk from her as she walked away from them in a fuss. She then turned her attention back to Nowal in hopes of him not doing anything stupid, she was so wrong. Ren watched as he loaded arrow after arrow into his crossbows and fired down at the lord. Luckily none of those arrows had hit the lord or otherwise we all would have to book it out of there, but it did leave a ring of arrows around him as well. Stay out of this Ren. You are only here for the money no need to be the hero. Oh god damn this! She warned herself, while screaming in her head. She just wanted to get the money from the mission but her good nature would never let this rest on in her mind, knowing that she hadn't done anything to help them. Taking the chance from the diversion of the male, Ren threw one of her shurikens directly at the lord while everyone else was distracted.
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She wasn't particularly aiming at the head of the lord but rather the side of him, hopefully she wouldn't hit his head by mistake. The shuriken missed his head but whirled past his cheek, a thin line of blood was visible from where the shuriken made contact with the skin. While all the spectators were in disbelief over either the arrows or the shuriken, Ren calmly made her way through the crowd towards the lord. "Mock these people again and next time I won't miss, or would you rather take back that statement? All lords I know are honorable. Unless you want your people to know who you really are, I hope you change that attitude right now." She said in a threatening tone, glaring daggers at the lord. So what if he was a lord or whatever? He had no damn right to talk bad about these people and their ways here, they seem quite happy about it themselves.
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[DemetrioMachete]

Chaos was ensuing, Lyle could tell that much. He cringed as Nowal attacked the Lord, and visibly cringed when Ren followed suit. He was completely green to the concept of real violence.. it jolted his senses. Another piece of his mind told him that Ren and Nowal wouldn't like him if he didn't harass the Lord, too. So, thinking on his feet, he raised his hand up, and gave the lord a thumbs down.


"Your cynical demeanor leaves a lot to be desired...!" Lyle called out, just loud enough to be heard. The moment he said it, he clutched at his chest, taking deep breaths to soothe his rapidly beating heart.


"Oooh did I just insult someone? I am such a bully..." Lyle murmured to himself, clearly feeling guilty about what he just did.


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[Shadowfall]

"God I fucking hate this place." He said out loud to himself as he watched a few more people rebel against the noble. Sure, he was being an ass, but there really couldn't be such an inclination to hurt him without him retaliating with severe consequence. "Alright!" He exclaimed. "Everyone settle down! Let's have a nice little chat without bloodshed! Alright?" He waded through the crowd of rapidly parting people. He strapped his gun to his back, and the knife into its sheath. He didn't want to become some sort of messiah of the people or anything, especially since he felt somebody breathing down his neck. 


"Sir, I am John P. Wilson of C company of the American Expeditionary Force. I would kindly ask you to please state your purpose being here, as you seemed to have angered an entire crowd of people, who seem to be entirely upset at you. I wouldn't want to start a war here and now, would we?" He asked sparingly, trying to wave asides the various loonies who fail to understand simple politics. Nobility love politics, so he figured he can try his hand at it, if everyone else quieted down for a moment.


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[Idea]

(Lord Baldwin´s POV)


*flashback*


I whistled away as the linen cloth went in and out and then was rubbed against the century old gold and plate. A very elaborate armor for a very rich man, my ancestor, with whom I now shared the title of Lord. And tragic as my parent´s passing might be, I was just in time! The princess was going to get kidnapped soon, and it would be my chance to participate in the tournament. Just to think of myself walking into the great halls to kneel to the king and swear to retrieve her as per the tradition. Sure, it might just be a representative now, but still, I would awe the crowds and the high-ups in my shining armor, I would honor the parents that had preserved it intact for generations. A family heirloom, polished for days now, I wanted to look at it´s finest. After all, it was an armor for a party and never ever replicated in history. I doubted any blacksmith, alchemist or sage would know how!


"And standing amongst them, the bravest knights in the kingdom, the most honorable respects, even if I don´t save the princess, I´ll still be there and show the honor of my family, my ancestors will not have died in vain. The Baldwins can at last be proud, for their descent will bring their pride to this challenge of the deities, and..."


"Sire, the king..." someone called out behind the door.


I turned around in a shot. The king? Here? How? I wasn´t ready, how should I even respond, I....


"He wants you to go to Jizzytown."


"Ah, our merciful king wants to invite all the people to watch the race, is that correct? I suppose I wouldn´t mind going to that town for a little..."


"They want to participate in the race."


Silence fell.


My parent´s armor was still too damaged to be used, so I just had to take the golden one. There was no time. Those idiots, disagracing me and my family, and for what? Just to threaten their own lives? To prove how worthless they were? Hah! We´d see about that! Though I doubted there would be much fighting, I couldn´t afford to ruin the armor after all this hard work...


*end of flashback*


I was first interrupted by a series of rocks that came out of seemingly nowhere. In a flash, I picked up a shield, blocking the rocks from hitting me, though my front banners were still broken and one of my men was knocked out cold. I sighed, and was preparing to tell two of my other men to drop the flags and just pick up the guy, when suddenly this deranged ranger man came out of the crowd and started SHOOTING ARROWS IN A CROWDED LOCATION!


The insane people of this town lived up to their reputation I could see, and I knew a crowd was getting energized about joining the competition even as the dust raised and fell around me and my men. Blades of some kind I had never seen or were too fast to overly understand flew almost reaching my neck. My hand went up, and I looked at the glove with a few drops of blood. I grinned, but noticed how...darkened it was. In fact... I looked down. NO! NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO!!!!


"You BASTARDS! I´ve been taking care of this armor for weeks! You can´t even be honorable about it, you think the dragon is gonna turn it´s back on you? The only way you´ll ever kill it is with LAUGHTER at your incompetence! You want a fight? You got one!" I jumped off the horse, landing perfectly on the ground. I raised a blade, furious, and gave the small chant that created a large bubble of energy around my body. "I challenge you right here and now! How many of you will it take to take down a single lord? If you can do it at all. And when I´m done, you´ll be paying. You have taken something from me that´s worth more gold than your crappy little loser village will ever make! Because I came here and warned you. About understanding who and what you are: You are Jizzytown, the place all the people who are too lost for the world. You should stay here in your safe heaven, but instead you seek death. I will give it to you, if you want that! But only after you pay me a sliver of what this armor was worth!"


I turned to the oddly dressed man.


"And as for you, John Wilson, I bet you're one of those "otherworldy" people from this loony town. War with this place would be over in a day and given they can´t play the trumpets right, I would say the results are obvious. So don´t try to parley with me. I won´t try to parley with you. You´d do better just to tell this people not to mess with things that are out of their league and drag everyone in the mud with them."


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[Stormyface]

Nokyx rolled onto his back, regarding the night sky.


"I feel like something's gone terribly wrong... it gives me some feelings too inappropriate to describe to the present company."


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"Can someone please move me back to the tent?"


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[IctoraPost]

Nowal stared at the lord for a moment, then turned away. What a nuisance. He started strolling around the interior perimeter of the gathered crowd, waving away the dust getting into his face. “While I completely agree with you in that all these people here are morons, I simply cannot discern you logic regarding the princess hunt. You say there is no way we would be able to defeat the dragon. You say we will die the moment we set foot out of here. Yet you want us to say in the town and not even attempt at saving the princess.”


The vampire continued walking along, occasionally bending to pick up a used bolt stuck in the ground. “Why, if you are so certain that we will definitely fail, do you not want us to compete? It could not be that we would drag down the competition, as they would look even better in comparison. It could not be that you have some kind of belief that we participating would somehow discredit you, your family and your ancestors – you do not seem that stupid.” Actually, maybe he was that stupid. But that was beside the point.


Nowal stopped to the left of the lord, exactly ninety degrees away from where he was originally standing, and directly faced the man. “Could it be that you are actually afraid of us? Could it be that you fear Jizzytown will get the princess and claim the reward before you do? Then I propose a challenge. If you defeat the dragon and rescue the princess, then we will admit defeat and return here to Jizzytown, and perhaps pay for your armour. But if we win, you must give us your entire treasury on top of the reward money we will be receiving. What do you think?”


The vampire lazily pulled out a crossbow, loading it with a blue projectile and pointing the weapon at the lord. “Magic-piercing bolt. You have twenty seconds to respond.”


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