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“I can’t believe you let him hit you. Why did you call yourself a bad King?” “Because I am. Because it is true. They may see me as a King worth following, but I will not give myself such laxity. I have failed them. That they would follow me is a mark of the worth of my subjects, not myself.”
“In the name of the King of Destruction! Charge!” His soldiers raced with him, cheering and broke upon the startled enemy. Venith rode into them, deep, cutting, slashing, blocking every strike with his shield. He heard a wild sound and realized it was coming from him. He was laughing.
“Pan attack!”
“What the fuck?”
“I have birds. They are not rotten.” Everyone stared at them. Ceria paused mid-chew and swallowed what was in her mouth. She looked at Yvlon, who smiled crookedly. “Ryoka does have a point.”
“I don’t know. I’ll figure it all out as I go. That’s how I roll.”
“We will fight. We will win. So do not die!” There was no response. But the Soldiers’ eyes burned. If they could speak, if they could only express themselves…there was no time. It was now. Pawn turned.
His people. He embraced them. Pawn wept again, without tears. Then he went to see Erin.
Once upon a time there was a [Princess]. She was bad at being a princess. She never leveled, and she ran away from home, no doubt causing a lot of trouble because of that. She ran in a childish fit of anger, and ended up on another continent, where she caused more trouble because she was petty and small-minded and useless. Then she died. The end.
“I believe in Jesus Christ. I believe he was born of the Virgin Mary. I believe he suffered under Pontius Pilate. I believe he was buried. I believe he descended into hell and returned. I believe he is a God. But I believe he is not my God.”
“The Antinium really don’t mind about plagiarism, do they?” Pawn lifted his mandibles in a smile. “I do not know what that word means. But we do not shy away from copying what is glorious, what works.”
She was a [Princess]. With levels in the [Barmaid] class.
“I am Bastiom. I will cut apart anyone who attacks the [Doctor] or her company.”
“I’m a Level 30 [Magical Innkeeper].”
“Hello. I am Bird. I shoot birds.”
She grinned toothily. Erin looked at Krshia and thought that if Gnolls ever made it to Earth, Cesar Millan would probably be out of a job.
“You think you can do as you please because you’re the head of the family?” “Yes.”
“Why don’t you have that scaled disgrace of a lover you trysted with do your dirty work for you, girl? I’m sure he’d make quick work of a Goblin Lord—if he ever bestirred himself from his caverns, that is!”
“Please use my corpse as a tool if I should fall in battle, Comrade Pisces—”
“Speak and die, Ryoka Griffin. We will destroy this inn and everyone within. If you do not resist, it will only be your death this night.”
“Every move I made was optimal. And yet I was defeated.” Az’kerash spoke quietly. Erin laughed and slapped Imenet on the back.
“A ballista.” The Antinium Worker realized he’d lost Erin. He looked over at Bird. The other Antinium clutched his new bow to his chest and nodded a few times. “I could kill many birds with one. That is a good idea, Pawn.”
“I didn’t say anything about you having to drink with me, Bird.” “You said ‘we’. We implies multiple people, which in turn implies me. You said it despite my use of a meaningful stare you should have correctly interpreted. This is very hurtful, Pawn. I wish to sit in my tower and you have disregarded my feelings.”
“Aye, but the cost. The cost is great, Ryoka. For when I look down that road, I see death, Ryoka Griffin. I see your death. It is unavoidable.”
Erin didn’t know much. She wasn’t smart.
“[Minotaur Punch]! [Minotaur Punch]! [Minotaur—]”
“Please step away from the guest.”
“I am Bird. I am a guard at the inn.”
“That was feces from the outhouse. I gathered it. It is an antagonistic action meant to irritate. I am bait. The poo is not from birds, by the way.”
“[Bone Fracture].”
“[Relc Kick]!”
“It is not worth it. Not for what she is. But perhaps. For what she might become. And for one reason more. Because she is my friend.”
“Blow winds and come, wrack! Lord what fools these immortals be! Come! Come and see what cold cannot freeze and winds cannot erase! I am no coward! Let the storm rage on! Let the earth hear my cry! I am Ivolethe! And I will not let my friend die!”
The Frost Faerie’s body of ice shattered to pieces on the ground below. Where once had been life was just melted water. Memory. Nothing more.
Ryoka’s heart burst. She collapsed. Teriarch stared at Ryoka Griffin as she fell to the ground. He stared. She lay on the ground, dead. Teriarch reached out with a trembling claw and touched her. Then he opened his wings and roared.
