Bullsung Saga: AE's RPG

Ghazanfar stepped forward "what's going on here?" he said confusedly.

"My name is Voksnin, follower and and soldier of Zorvic"he replied with pride
He heard a faint rustling behind him and let out a big sigh.

"None of you idiots sprinkled holy water on the demon?!"he screamed with a note of alarm.

The freed demon looked very angry at all of them. He looked like he was thinking whether to attack the party of keep his word and go away. He reached down to his sword. As he took it out, sparkles flew. Once in his hand the sword was on fire, and he got in a fighting position, looking Voksnin in the yes. Keeping the position he approached him slowly. His stern face was terrifying, and many in the party thought that Voksnin, who had just arrived, was probably about to go to the other world, right before their eyes.

Then the demon gave a malicious smile. He said, "Voksnin, one day we will meet again, and then I will make you pay for the insults that you gave me while I was in bounds. But rather than give you quick punishment now, I will let you live through the anguish of not knowing the time of hour. Pray that your lord will save your soul, for your body will be done then."

Then he turned to the rest of the party and continued, "Friends, I didn't believe that you would be so foolish as to let a demon go. Yet here I am, ready to destroy you. Surprise will not save you this time, for I know of the holy weapons that you are wielding.

"I wondered if I should just fight you as soon as I got freed, but then I remembered that during my bounds I promised to attack a certain demon with whom I have a long feud. Demons are bound by promises to mortals, if they wish to be, of course. And I wish it now.

"Farewell. The Bullsung will not be a problem to those who could subdue a demon. And don't trust what they say."

After saying this, his wings opened wide, casting a long dark shadow. He leaned briefly on his knees, and he jumped up on the air, flying in the direction of the monastery.

All what was left of the demon was a strong scent. The party was now by itself.

"Zorvic protect us! You didn't sprinkle holy water on the demon and now we have a demon in our midst,ready to strike when we are least prepared" snarled Voksnin

Gildor packed up the bones and joined Sarakh 

He cried out laud "I am Ghazanfar, son of Izildor, grandson of Pual the impaler. Oh friends! brothers in arm, may I join you in this dangerous journey?"

"Sure, Ghazanfar, join us! We are out to fight the wretched Bullsung! You have just seen us tricked a demon and rescue the bones of Saint Chaim. We are now going south, in hopes to return quickly to the abbey!"

So the heroes walked through a rocky trail through what was mostly a barren hill. The afternoon sun was shining high and powerful, and it was making everyone hot. After half an hour of walk, the trail descended between the edges of two rocks. One of the people ahead could see a guard around the last corner of the trail.

"Sure, you can pass along. The Royal Road is free if you are walking to the West."

And they walked through the turn, they found that the trail ended right next to the toll gates that would lead them right into the Bullsung. Then they heard a familiar voice:

"Hey! I know you guys! You were around here a few days ago! How are you doing?"

It was Jeff the Drunk.

Voksnin Just stood there with digust at the lack of violence used to get ones ends.

"Thanks! I love this stuff! God bless those monks; this is their best way of spreading the gospel. The Bullsung are feared all over the place, but I think that they are bunk. Everyone is so afraid; I would like to see someone to teach them a lesson.

Hey, let me go in and talk to the guys to see if you can go through."

He came back. "Yes, you can go through as long as you pay 200 gold pieces each." Jeff was beaming at the thought of being so helpful.