Maro flew south immediately, he was drunk, happy and just enjoying the moment… alongside Gnarlo and Kadrin's gear, he stuffed as much premium whiskey as he could… he wanted to hold off on the cactus wine…
Anyone from below would have a different impression of Maro… Bright white armour with the golden trim would sparkle in the sun, his glowing golden wings stretched out in the sky… Divine Judgement was coming… or a drunk mess.
Maro semi crash landed into the mountain city that was Last Bastion, he got his bearings and went down into the tunnels where Kadrin and Gnarlo were hiding.
"By the Goddess you are alive!" Kadrin hugged him
'How… how bad was it?" Gnarlo asked Maro
Maro stared off into the distance… both Kadrin and Gnarlo gulped.
"I begged them to kill me… multiple times… when I finally had my hands free I tried to kill myself with an Ice Dagger, but it just turned to water as I stabbed myself… I lost all hope… they poisoned me too… the most evil poison anyone could make…"
Maro sighed deeply… Kadrin and Gnarlo had tears in their eyes… Gnarlo was deadset on joining the pirates and sailing away far from here.
"It wasn't all bad, we will get to judge a beauty contest to pick women to pose for public works statues… and every Saturday alcohol is 50% off…" Maro handed them their gear and a couple bottles of whiskey.
With a bottle of liquor in each of their hands, they just shrugged and went okay, not too bad.
"Hows the progress on the underground road going? I had them send hundreds of dwarves down to dig from the other side" Maro took a swig
Kadrin spat on the floor to clear his mouth and then took a swig as well "very well… we jumped the little hurdle and we're progressing kilometers every day… shouldn't be too much longer now that we will meet in the middle"
Maro remembered something "Gnarlo guess what"
"I don't want to hear it, it has to be something dumb, if you are going to single me out" Gnarlo cracked his bottle open and took a swig of whiskey himself
"Two excellent young Gnome adventurers were heavily inspired by you Gnarlo… Gnarlo the King… The tamer of Trolls… is not the lone Gnome to tame Trolls anymore"
"FUUUUUCKKK, I hate gnomes" Gnarlo drank aggressively
"Dont worry too much buddy, they tamed two young juveniles… you are still the only one with 2 full grown Trolls" Maro and Kadrin were laughing
"Oh yeah" Maro forgot about Goldie "How's Goldie doing?"
Kadrin just pointed to a pitch black corner of the tunnel, "he's over there"
Goldie was not used to being sexually abused by Amazons… He didn't have self recovery abilities, nor would the witches regularly heal him, but he had a durable body… he was disheveled, bruised and depressed…
Luckily Maro had brought the cure… he sat beside Goldie, healed his body to full and then handed him a bottle of his own whiskey… "This will heal the mind"... he cracked the bottle for him and poured a bit into his lifeless body… after a couple pours down his throat… Goldie was back
"How did you guys survive this?" he was greedily gripping the bottle now, fully corrupted by the Trio's degeneracy.
The boys laughed "We didn't! We're aimlessly passing through life drinking and killing green skinned fucks until we die of old age or something kills us"
The four of them cheersed each other and kept drinking while shooting the shit…
"Don't worry Goldie" Maro burped heavily. "Once this tunnel is done, we can do some raids or go off on our own to kill Orcs and Goblins… eventually we will overthrow this corrupted Kingdom"
Goldie nodded in drunken approval
"By the way, we all became Kings fucking around… If you want to be the King of Elves, you can be… we just have to find you some elves to serve you" Maro drank some more
Kadrin got serious "wait a minute… they have to be likeminded… I don't want no fucking off for 100 years at a time… work is work."
Goldie laughed… "I'm of the same mind Kadrin… Orcs need to die today… not tomorrow… I'm not worried about followers and there are already a couple Elf "Kings", one for every major forest…"
Gnarlo piped up "Great you can be the first Elf King of our kingdom and we could be a Quadumvirate, or whatever the fuck Maro calls it, we will only accept Elves with a healthy work ethic and a respect for time"
Goldie and Kadrin laughed
They hadn't noticed the time slipping away in the tunnels… but it was almost night and all the Amazons were coming back from excavating the tunnel.
They were happily talking away until a muscular arm reached out of the darkness and slapped Maro on the butt "Ladies… the Prophet is back" Gurda laughed, took his bottle of whiskey and downed it.
All four men gulped and looked down to avoid the Amazons gaze… Goldie just started chugging whiskey.
Luckily for Goldie and the other two Maro was back… and the Amazon's were itching for some holy magic divine sex.
Maro was lifted up without his consent, Amazon's tearing at his limbs like he was being eaten by a crowd of zombies…
Goldie stood up to salute Maro, followed by Kadrin and even Gnarlo… Once Maro was out of sight… they each poured one out for him and continued their talk.