An Unlikely Party 2: Needs More Coin

            “Shade!” Calie shouted at him as multiple arrows bounced off her shield, “Where’s that potion?”

            “Head’s up!” He calmly called back at her as he pulled out a grey, thick, potion from his trench coat and tossed it up in the air. Right before the potion was to fall down onto Calie’s head she lifted up one of her shields. The potion collided with her shield and she slammed it back down in front of her blocking a fireball at the last second.

            “Hahaha!” She laughed excitedly as the surface of her shield suddenly turned into jagged stone, “Try and get through me you bastards!” She screamed at the top of her lungs, inciting every single goblin in that area to strike out at her.

            “Why in the gods’ names are these goblins able to actually put up a fight?” Rede rhetorically asked as he smited a goblin leaping out from the trees above them, “Normally this is much easier.”

Shade shook his head at Rede, “Fight now, question later!” She pulled out a swirling red potion from her coat and handed it over to Gorgos.

            “Power?” She asked him as she set one of her large two handed axes onto her back.

            “Power.” Shade smiled at her.

         

An Unlikely Party 1: Never Trust A Mimic

Rede looked back over at the rest of his comrades, “Alright guys, this place is of some renown so can we PLEASE behave.” He sighed and glared at Shade and Walker.

“Place of high esteem?” Walker twitched slightly, “Mimics.”

“There won’t be any god damn mimics!” Rede shouted at him annoyed.

“I’ll be the judge of that.” Walker hissed back as he crept along at the back of the group.

Calie shook her head and placed a calm hand on Rede’s shoulder, “We’ll be fine. We’ll only be here for a little bit.”

Rede grumbled to himself, “I hope so.” He shook his head as they neared the entrance into the White Stallion establishment. The owners refused to let the place be called a tavern as it was too high class for such a city name. Rede pushed the large wooden doors open that had twin stallions carved into their faces. He was surprised to see that the place was completely empty of customers, as the only living being in the room was the formally dressed man on the other side.

Calie signaled for Walker, Shade, and Gorgos, their other companion, to sit down at one of the tables while Rede and her talked to the man here. The formally dressed man smiled and waved as he walked up to greet them, “Hello and welcome to the White Stallion!” He spoke with an enthusiastic voice, “We aren’t open for drinks right now, but if you need a place to rest I’m more than willing to accommodate you!”