Bullsung Saga: AE's RPG

Gildor flies into a berserk rage and attacks the humans

Gildor sighed, wrapped himself his cloak and jumped down from the tree in front of the startled human fanatics

Gildor ducked into the trees and with an agility belying his massive frame climbed one of them and took aim at the men

Sarakh nudged Voksin. "Simmer down, " he whispered. "Once we get these bones to the monks at the abbey, they'll unlock a secret route into Bullsung lands. We were just trying Jeff the Drunk because...well...the more you know about your enemy, the better. But unfortunately, he couldn't find out much that was useful about them. And finally...unless you want to attack a large group of guards who are behind a thick wall on higher ground without scaling ladders or anything of the type, you may as well put the pistol away."

"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.

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

"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.

"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.

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?"

Gildor packed up the bones and joined Sarakh