The quartet of male adventurers, once again gather in Inn on a single table at evening feast. As the time and intoxication from beer rise, we jump right into they drunk discussion.
A suspicious cleric from forest people, who keeps this party alive not just with a healing spells, but with a foxy tongue to, make a stand. "Do not dare!, to underestimate the power of a Slap-tacilus! Its it a great move! Its a best move! Its a signature of *Hic*..."
A hulk size barbarian with a resistance rivaling a gods, was like a party dummy meat shield, a to go in battle as they often dumps on him random buffing spells. "All I saying is, that even when I do sometimes slap on cheek, I prefer a punch for more damage."
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Yet the cleric, had an instant need to correct him, as he rise his education finger. "No! No! No! What you do, is just a smash. Its not a technique, its just a brute power, swinging you hand as hard as muscle allows. What I do, is a mastered technique, utilizing not just physical attack, but taking on itself aspect of magic, spirit and mind. I do not just swinging a hand, I transferring the pain directly onto them. If you manage to do it, you will not need you axe as you will smashing through stone walls, with you bare hands."
Barbarian whine, that he like his axe.
A sneaky ladies boy bard, bark. "Oh common, cleric talking only a half of the truth. Don't get trick to joining his faith, and becoming a monk. Its the power of believing into they goddess of forest, that's behind the wonder of mighty Slap-tacilus." He point on his pants. "My little boy champion learn it from the hands of their girls. One of this slapping session, to teach him to stand on her demand and command, was a foxy move that allowed herto dominate him and me for so long, that we got caught."
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Cleric facepalm himself. "The way you referring to my sister is disturbing. Instead of throwing you to Mimic farm, they adopt you as a mating season pet." Yet he must to clarify his standing about main topic as he cough on dry to get attention. "Do you remember, at the dark castle? At the time, when we standards in the throne hall, surrounded by enemies? When I, stand up forward, and slap the Big Bad Buddy? Slap-tacilus drown him down to tears."
Big guy tilted his head. "I though he just had a daddy issues. Whats do you think, fire buddy?"
From the moment they mentioned the castle, the crazy piroman mage, was restlessly searching through his stuff for something. Methodically checking every corner of his clothing, every pocket, and satchel. After a while he finally manage to pick up a tiny box on size for a proposal ring. After opening that matchbox storage, there was a single button, and it glow with a red color, hinting that whatever is linked to, the thing is ready to accept a wireless command. Yet the mage as he look down at the button was a hit of worries on his face "E~eh, guys? Do shall I mentioned?, that because the daring escape from the hands of certain death, I forgot about that magic explosion mine, I put down and hide under the carpet in that throne room? Yet,the magic circle trap is still accumulating power. A lot of power."
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As they lean closer, all of them were surprised thatit is still working, even after all this time.
There was only one way to found it, so the big guy just, put on its its finger, and pressed it down. Button making this click sound, brightly flashed on red and then the glow went out.
As they stared at him silently, he shrug. "What? You think the same. Its a Big Bad Buddy… Did it work?"
Mage withdrawing its hand to closely observing the inside of box like a some puzzle machine that need a repair was surprisingly calm, preoccupied by deep thinking. "Well, it definitely went out. At last I fell that." Then he clicked his tongue displeased as he hide that box in his pocket. "Tcs! They will definitely figure out that it was me."
Bard, nonchalantly spreading on its seat make a smug face. "Du~uds, can you imagine if we actually manage to pull out the old job? Like his undead army got out, but he was left there nearly alone. So he was doing his daily routine, nervously walking in circle, waiting for his troops to finally drag us back in chains. Only that in one day, the carpet exploded, right under him."
At that point Cleric already making an excuse for them. "Well, it was our job anyway. But sadly, at that time it was above our skills and we muss retreated, escaping a well made trap, to fight another day. Don't you think that this harsh prank on him will come back to us, to bite? Or will do?"
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The rest of party got unease. But it was the mage who had this straight forward stone full serious stare at cleric, as if he waiting for other, to realize the absolute fact. Yet as they returned they glances with a puzzling expression in they faces, he spoke dry and slow. "I said,-- a lot of power.-- Imagine,-- a volcano,-- suddenly awaken from a sleep,-- erupting."
There was a moment of silence as they try to imagine it. Yet as they were not a pyromaniac, they were unable to appreciate the passion work of mage. No, they got into a conclusion, that they fire buddy is sulking, because he was unable to observe, his masterpiece firework in action.
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After a moment of a waiting relatively silently if something will happen, like if a tender of shock-wave from distant will reach them so they will fell it by their feet, something else happened.A party fire-cracker white puff, pop directly above their table, and a palm sized guild messenger fairy materialized from a thin air. This little fella, holding its trade smile, was they manager from adventure guild they supposedly work for. It make an announcement, that the party, finished the quest of destroying the BBB castle. After that, the fairy just puff off, without any further note or comment.
Of course the party, on spot figured out, that there was more behind, bureaucratic note as mandatory duty, as if once again something went (off course/road) and guild master was not happy about they(sloppy work).
This was a moment for bard to rise his mug. "Well,-- that was unexpected. But on other hand,-- Its good that we already drinking! Che~er!!" Four mugs clanked in above table, and all four our adventures celebrate, until they fall asleep.