"What in the seven hells was that?" bellowed Sir Jorval as he shook his head and tried to blink away the stinging of a dozen scratches across his face.He sat up from where he had fallen asleep after making camp for the night on a large boulder with one knee propped over it, allowing him to rest comfortably while keeping an eye on the woods surrounding them.The rain pattered against their backs, which were soaked through by now despite having packed every scrap of material they could find into each backpack so there would be no weight resting upon their shoulders during the trip ahead. His sword still rested within easy reach at his side but nothing else appeared amiss—no signs of any animals or humans who may have been around when whatever happened went down.His companion rolled onto her back beside him and moaned softly, holding out a hand toward him before she allowed herself to sink lower. "I'm sorry! I should have gone instead."He turned toward her and shook his head firmly. "

"That is quite interesting." Drakdrol said as he kept looking around while sniffing at everything carefully as well as examining anything close enough while walking around the room. He finally heard movement coming from another room across the hall. As soon as Drakdrol turned towards the direction it came from, a figure leaped out from behind a pillar, firing lasers and glowing green energy balls. Before Drakdrol could react, one of the beams hit him in the leg causing him to drop to the ground and let out a growl of pain and anger.He growled loudly and got back up using all of the strength he had left to grab the masked creature's wrist with both of his hands and forced the laser beam away with brute force. While keeping pressure on its hand with one hand, he used his other hand to throw the masked human-like being against the wall. It tried fighting with its free hand but failed when its hand was crushed under Drakdrol's boot which was stomping its arm into pieces until it was just

In the capital of the kingdom of Foz, a scribe was reviewing a book when he noticed a rather curious text that mentioned the golden banana. He immediately rushed out into the city and found an old man sitting by his fruit cart eating a banana. The scribe excitedly showed him what he'd discovered and asked if this meant the existence of magic in their world. To the astonishment of everyone present, the old man simply smiled and said "Oh no, just some nonsense written about two thousand years ago."Afterward, rumors spread around the town concerning this strange word from ancient times: the golden banana. Many people claimed to have eaten one or seen them on display at the market, but they all turned out to be falsehoods concocted by other hoaxers trying to cash in on the rumor's popularity.This resulted in great disappointment for the hopeful believers and quite a lot of money changing hands between the pranksters. After several months of wasted time, boredom drove most citizens away

While this was happening a few kilometers away, a portal opened from where Drakdrol and Killian came out, who was somewhat tired, when they came out completely Killian stretched out his arms and looked at the place with some contempt."Drakdrol I despise you a bit."Drakdrol raised his eyebrows "Just a little?"Killian then smiled and a fairy appeared in a jar which he handed to Drakdrol "Yes, just a little, I have to be thankful that you made Monica angry enough to make us a little exchange of hours and fluids."Drakdrol started laughing as he opened the jar and with his huge teeth he ate the little fairy like gum, chewing slowly as the bones and flesh were destroyed."I think for my good work and giving you a few hours of great sex with your redheaded wife I deserve another candy fairy."Killian shook his head "Although it was a fun time I forced myself to come for the rest of this scavenging which is not to my liking, I would rather spend the time quietly waiting for my children to

"What do you think? Do I look pretty?" asked Neko as she ran her hand over herself staring at her reflection in a mirror hung behind the counter. She didn't really need the help because there wasn't much to see anyway; she knew full well how good looking she was. At five foot ten inches tall, she was slender and very toned without being overly muscular so it suited her. Her dark brown hair reached down past her shoulders framing a pale complexion with only the occasional faint freckle betraying that she was indeed Japanese rather than Chinese or Korean as many assumed when seeing her. It had been four years since arriving in H3s and now she lived on her own within an old building close to where most of the people she'd met during this time resided. It might have been grimy outside but inside here, everything sparkled and shined like new even if there were holes everywhere. In fact, after coming out of work today, it had taken several hours to repair the door with all the damage done b