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Silly Ole Bear
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Duchess of Lily, Princess of Wyn, Earl of Scytherin, and the Herd of Rich
"I'm not trying to be a hero..." Richard said, still wincing at his head as he stood up. The ground swooned back in an unsteady focus, but he planted his feet and gritted his teeth until it subsided. The world swam back towards him, slow and steady, some ancient turtle that had surfaced after a century of slumber in unknown depths.
"I'm just..." He shook his head, the cobwebs disappearing, "Just trying to do what's right."
The dead giant farted, as if to emphasize his own demise. People were already gathered around it, some poking it with a stick while others tossed stones or just stood and commented at its large size and many limbs.
His flute was broke. Damnit, he needed that flute.
It appeared in his hand, unbroken, the same hardened wood and well worn holes drilled through it. The minstrel smiled at his instrument, and brought it to his lips. The sound was smooth and sweet, and he couldn't help but smile.
Finally, things were coming up right.
"Thank you Wyn, for saving me. I appreciate it. I think... " He held up the flute, "I think with this power I can send you wherever you need to go, if you want to go somewhere else. I didn't mean to bring you with such authority, but Lily said it was the only way. Lily and I have another task to complete-"
That wasn't true, it was just him. These were his tasks, his conquests that were damn near impossible. But, there wasn't much time for details and subtlety.
"And I would rather hurry it up, especially considering the crowd that's coming up."
He heard it, all too well. A chant no one had ever uttered before, probably because it was ridiculous, but mostly because Richard has never been the hero before. Richard was the minstrel who sung of the famous exploits of those that fought for power, greed, money, honor, and most importantly love. The best of hero's always fought for love.
Richard sung of those the most.
"I'm not trying to be a hero..." Richard said, still wincing at his head as he stood up. The ground swooned back in an unsteady focus, but he planted his feet and gritted his teeth until it subsided. The world swam back towards him, slow and steady, some ancient turtle that had surfaced after a century of slumber in unknown depths.
"I'm just..." He shook his head, the cobwebs disappearing, "Just trying to do what's right."
The dead giant farted, as if to emphasize his own demise. People were already gathered around it, some poking it with a stick while others tossed stones or just stood and commented at its large size and many limbs.
His flute was broke. Damnit, he needed that flute.
It appeared in his hand, unbroken, the same hardened wood and well worn holes drilled through it. The minstrel smiled at his instrument, and brought it to his lips. The sound was smooth and sweet, and he couldn't help but smile.
Finally, things were coming up right.
"Thank you Wyn, for saving me. I appreciate it. I think... " He held up the flute, "I think with this power I can send you wherever you need to go, if you want to go somewhere else. I didn't mean to bring you with such authority, but Lily said it was the only way. Lily and I have another task to complete-"
That wasn't true, it was just him. These were his tasks, his conquests that were damn near impossible. But, there wasn't much time for details and subtlety.
"And I would rather hurry it up, especially considering the crowd that's coming up."
He heard it, all too well. A chant no one had ever uttered before, probably because it was ridiculous, but mostly because Richard has never been the hero before. Richard was the minstrel who sung of the famous exploits of those that fought for power, greed, money, honor, and most importantly love. The best of hero's always fought for love.
Richard sung of those the most.