Blood, Gold, and Ale

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Just a story I wrote when I was bored. Don't expect anything special.

Submitted: August 16, 2016

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Blood, Gold, and Ale

 

The Rat’s Tail Inn, a place of loud music, storytelling, and fighting now fell silent and all eyes in the room slowly shifted towards a traveler clad in dirty armor and a cloak that obscured their face. A fat nosed ogre stood up from his chair and looked down upon the silent patron. “I know you! You’re that outlaw aren’t you!” He roared.

The traveler kept quiet and looked away from the ogre. “Oi! I’m talking to you!” The ogre then grasped the cloak with his large greasy hand and yanked it off the traveler’s head. The traveler looked straight at the ogre’s menacing face and for a moment the brute was intimidated by this mysterious wanderer. Her face wore many scars and her eyes showed no fear.  “I knew it! You’re the one that the Queen wants dead! You are the slayer of Kings and some of the Queen’s finest warlords, Imogen Gale!” The ogre announced.  

Everyone stood up from their seats with their hands placed firmly on the hilts of their swords. “Aye, that’s me. You looking for trouble or do you want an autograph?” She said while drinking from her tankard. “There’s a large bounty on you and I want all of it!” The ogre bellowed while unsheathing his greatsword.  “Oi! You think you’re the only one who wants that bounty!” one of the patrons yelled out. The man sitting next to him immediately shushed him, “Do you know who that is you dumbass?! That’s the mighty berserker Gorg, leader of the Bloodwolves!” The audacious patron then sat down with a look of terror on his face.

Imogen noticed multiple patrons with crimson wolves branded on their helms. “That’s right you little bitch! Don’t fuck with me, this is my kill and I always get my kill!” Gorg screamed. He then brought up his mighty sword. Imogen sat there and drank her ale, not even looking at her antagonizer. “You cocky bitch! I’m about to chop your head off and you won’t even lo-“ A knife then plunged straight into the side of Gorg’s chest. Imogen them slammed her tankard right on top of Gorg’s skull and knocked him out. The patrons in the inn then drew their swords, axes, and war hammers and the bartender ran through a door behind the bar. “Here we go again. Ghast!” Imogen yelled. Five men then advanced towards her with weapons at hand. One of them swung their weapon and Imogen dodged and countered with a punch to the side of his head, knocking him out instantly. Two tried to grapple her but she kneed one of them in the chin and grabbed the head of the other and slammed it on the corner of the bar. The other two looked at her with fear and hesitated.

The Bloodwolves tried the join the fight but another hooded figure stabbed two of them in the back and threw a knife into the face of one of the Bloodwolves. The two patrons then mustered up the courage to charge Imogen but right as the started their advance, the wall of the bar burst open and a large ugly dire orc charged into the battle with a cloaked figure with a bow riding on his back. The bow-wielder shot the two patrons that were charging Imogen and the dire orc grabbed a Bloodwolf and threw him across the room. “So much for a silent assassination. You didn’t have to damage the building Halyn,” sighed the cloaked figure with two swords. “Subtly hasn’t really been our thing Balder.” Sighed the bow-wielder. “Ghast smash!” roared the dire orc. The cloaked figures then removed their hoods. Balder was a male orc with jet black hair and a scarred up face. Halyn was a human female with beautiful black hair and a confident smile.  

Then the bartender crashed through the door behind the bar with a shotgun in hand. “Take cover!” Imogen commanded. They knocked over some tables on their side and hid behind them. The wild bartender fired his gun wildly at the band of travelers and laughed hysterically. Then a man who looked like a bipedal lizard walked through the door, he was wearing ornate robes and was carrying a staff with many runes inscribed on it. The crazed bartender shot directly at his head. The pellets sped towards his face then stopped right before they made contact and then floated to the floor. The lizardman’s eye’s started sparking with energy and he aimed his hand at the bartender. A streak of lightning burst out of his fingertips and struck bartender’s gun. His firearm then exploded in his hand and the crazed man flew back into the wall and was knocked unconscious. “I leave you fools alone for a couple minutes and you cause this ruckus!” The mage grumbled. “Things did not go as planned Sebastian. Gorg noticed me before I had a chance to take him out,” Imogen sighed. “Whatever,” Sebastian muttered “Let’s collect that fools head and get out of here. By the way, where is Gorg?”

They looked around the room and noticed that George was missing and a trail of blood led to the side entrance of the bar. “How the hell do you not notice a nine foot tall ogre escaping?” Sebastian asked with a sound of annoyance. “We were getting shot at!” Balder responded. They left the broken bar and followed the trail of ogre blood until they found Gorg clutching his knife wound and limping away as fast as he could. Halyn shot an arrow at his leg and Gorg fell on his face into the dirt. “What do you want with me! We ain’t working for the Queen and we ain’t done nothin’ to ya!” Gorg whimpered. “You haven’t done anything to us, but someone with a grudge hired us to kill you and take back what you’ve stolen from them. You broke into their house, killed their parents and servants then broke into their vault and stole their gold,” Imogen said while pressing her sword against Gorg’s neck. “So, the Hursts send you? Didn’t know they’d be so desperate. So be it. I’ll take you to the gold as long as you promise to keep me alive,” Gorg demanded. They traveled deep into the woods until they stumbled upon a giant shack.

The shack looked ancient. The wood was old and rotting and moss was growing out of every little crack. “Inside ‘ere,” The party looked at Gorg with a suspicious look on their face. “I'm being serious, I hid the gold in the secret vault of the Bloodwolves, which is in that shack,” Gorg assured. “If you’re lying I will show you no mercy,” Imogen threatened. “Alright, I promise I ain't lyin’,” Gorg said with a worried smile on their face. They walked into the murky shack. The interior was just as hideous as the exterior. Broken tankards were on the floor, there was one table in the middle of the room that was split down the middle. Strangely, there were no chairs to be seen in the aged shack. Gorg uncovered a hidden hatch beneath the table that lead to a basement with stone stairs leading down and at the bottom they could see torchlight. The stepped down the stairs and it led into a hallway with a giant vault at the end. The vault door was huge, it was thick and made of iron, a good metal for resisting magic. There were three keyholes were in the middle of the door and they were surprisingly small in contrast.  

Halyn drew her bow at Gorg’s head. “Where are the keys brute?” Halyn asked. “There's only one key. I...in my front pocket!” She reached into the ogre’s shirt pocket and pulled out an iron key.


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