Dietrichs Adventure

>I've been wandering around with this dumbshit for 5 days
>He still hasn't decided where to go
>Damn him
>"Ah, friend, could you wait here? I have to help this fair maiden real quick!"
>He left me alone in a rundown bar full of murderers
>So he could "Help" a prostitute
>They draw various daggers
>Meh
>You wonder how you still hang by his side through all this bullshit
>At least you get to loot corpses...
>The dumbshit probably doesn't even know how many bodies you've stopped from killing him
>Oh well...
>It's been another 5 days
>You've left that shitty town
>But not before leaving a trail of corpses behind
>Your friend is still oblivious to how many people you've murdered so he can stay alive
>Meh
>You two are walking down the road heading towards some sort of free city a few days travel
>an arrow thunks into your shoulder
>Why is it always you...
>Coming out of a copse of trees are some burly men led by a woman
>She's a Wolf girl
>Fuck
>The dumbass is already running to fight her
>That leaves you to fight the other two
>You rush at one of them trying to get your shield up
>Having the arrow in your shoulder hinders you a bit
>You smash into the first man and slam your axe into his face while he is on the ground
>The second man yells and slams into you, knocking you to the ground and snapping the arrow
>After a few minutes of struggling you've finaly managed to get astride him and proceed to reduce his face into a bloody smear with your helmet
>Fights over
>Friend is talking to the Wolf girl
>He doesn't even have a scratch on him
>The Wolf is blushing and laughing
>You're covered in blood
>You hate adventuring sometimes...



>It's been two days since you met the Wolf girl
>Two days with them of non stop flirting
>It's growing annoying
>You sigh
>"So, who's that guy? He looks kinda unsightly..."
>You frown
>You're covered in specs of blood and most of your body is bruised
>Your axe is notched from all the killing you've been doing recently
>You have also not been sleeping well, your friend doesn't like to stand watch
>"Ah, that's Dietrich, I grew up with him! He decided to come along with me on my grand adventure, I figured I might as well be a good friend and let him tag along for a bit."
>You gaze back at them with a dead soulless gaze
>He's lucky his mother used to take care of you
>After a few more hours you can finally see the city up ahead
>You're really looking forward to getting a drink.. Or several.
>All of you are stopped at the gates
>The guards finally wave you past after staring at your battered and bloodied form uneasily
>You reach the tavern and procure a room for yourself and your friend
>You finally sit back and sigh, signaling the barmaid for a drink
>The Wolf Girl has dragged your companion over to another table where some fancy looking woman in a robe is sipping some kind of drink
>They seem to know eachother
>The barmaid finally brings you your drink, placing it before you with a smile
>You smile back with a muttered thanks and hand her some coins
>it's going to be a hell of a night, you can feel it


>it's been a few hours
>Your friend has gone to sleep
>The wolf girl went with him
>The other woman he was talking to also left
>You signaled the barmaid and asked for a key to a separate room a bit ago
>A few more hours pass with you having gone up and placed your gear in the room
>You go back down and have another drink
>It is now pitch black outside
>The lights in the tavern have also dimmed
>You get up and make your way up stairs once more
>You pass by your friends room
>Luckily no noise emanates from it
>You finally reach your room and stop
>You notice a faint glow inside
>You open the door slightly and peek inside
>A cloaked figure is hunched over your belongings, rifling through them
>It has a tail with a dim flame growing from it
>You open the door all the way and step inside
>"Who are you, and why are you in my room?"
>There's a curse and the figure turns toward you
>You can't see much under the small cloaked hood but you can make out the scales covering the persons arms and the sharp claws she has for hands and feet
>Suddenly she lunges at you
>You curse and raise your booted foot and lash out with a kick to it's midriff
>It's like kicking a stone wall
>The person stumbles back a bit and you take your chance to barrel into them



>It's time to fight dirty
>You grab the hood of the cloak and pull it down over the persons face as you quickly bring their head down onto your knee
>There's a satisfying crack and a snarl before you're flung backwards
>You crash to the floor and quickly get to your feet
>The figure has now taken off their cloak
>It is an older looking woman, covered in scales of a reddish orange hue
>Her yellow slit eyes glare darkly at you as blood pours down her face from a broken nose
>With another snarl she charges you, swiping with her claw, you try to jump back but slam into the wall
>Her claws leave bloody furrows in your flesh
>She goes to swipe again, but you dive past her to the middle of the room
>She quickly turns to follow you
>You duck another swipe and put a jab right into her nose again
>She screams, clutching her face and kicks you towards the window
>You manage to stop from plummeting through it but only just
>Throughout the fight you don't notice the room becoming brighter, or the slight panting come from the woman
>Before you can move away from the window she's already in front of you
>Her hands wrap around your throat, squeezing tight
>Her face inches closer to yours, her breath hitting your face in hot pants while a manic gleam is in her eyes
>Slowly running out of breath you do the only thing you can think of
>Instead of trying to dislodge her, you bring her closer and make yourself tumble through the window, smashing the glass with your back
>There is a brief moment of vertigo before you both smack into the ground
>You both lay there panting
>You think your ribs are broken
>With a groan, she stands up and starts making her way towards you, that same manic glow in her eyes while her tail blazes brightly
>You hear distant shouting and running
>She looks up and down the alley you've fallen in and snarls
>She looks back to you and finally speaks
>"This isn't over!"
>You pass out shortly after watching her run away


>You wake up
>You groan, your entire body aches
>You try to remember where you are
>All you can remember is getting into a fight and falling out of a window
>Someone clears their throat in the room
>You look over to see a woman with red hair, tan skin amd a face that has small faded scars
>She wearing scale maile and has a sword on her hip
>"Are you well, sir?"
>You are confused
>"Who are you?"
>"My name is Cassandra, I am a Knight Errant, I was the one who discovered you and drove off your attacker."
>She has a serious stare as she looks at you
>You're too tired for this
>"Another man also stopped by, he left you this."
>She hands you a folded letter
>You read it
>Hey, Dietrich, had to leave and help Lupa's friend, can you believe she is a sorceress? Anyways, we went towards the next town a few days away, doctors said you'd be out for a day or so and I didn't want to wait. When you wake up hurry and follow, we'll stay around the town for a few days, good luck ha ha.
>That little shit left you here
>God dammit
>You move to sit up when a hand presses you down
>It's the knight
>She has a cold expression on her face
>"You shouldn't be moving so soon after being injured."
>You gently push her hand aside and sit up
>You hiss at the burning pain in your chest and clench your teeth
>You take stock of your self and find that you are still in your briefs from last night
>The rest of your clothing is gone
>The knight is still glaring at you
>"Where are my clothes?"
>She scoffs and moves over to a chair grabbing your untill now unseen clothing
>She comes back and hands them to you
>The shirt is easiest
>The pants are going to be harder
>You sigh
>That little shit is lucky his mother loves him

>You had finally managed to get your pants on
>The Scylla nurse had come in to check on you to make sure you were ok
>She had an adorable hat
>You are now being helped back to the tavern to collect your things
>The Knight slowly but steadly guides you
>"I don't need a nursemaid, woman, I said I'll be fine..."
>She throws you that cold glance again
>"It is the duty of a knight to ensure the safty of the peasantry."
>You frown
>You had said you were fine on your own
>Wait
>Did she just call you a peasant?
>Bitch
>You finally arrive at the tavern and make your way to your door
>You open it and are greeted by a surprise
>Your Maile armour is layed across your bed as is your axe
>You move over slowly to inspect them
>The knight goes and stands beside the door
>Your maile shirt has been polished and some of the broken links repaired
>Your worn leather boots also have a new sheen to them some of its holes now patched
>Your once notched axe has also been polished and sharpened and now gleams dully in the weak light of the morning
>There is a folded note on your shield
>I look forward to meeting you again. Consider this my gift to you for a wonderful time that night. I'll be watching you.
>You frown and fold the note back up
>You frown some more as you realize your gold pouch is missing
>The Salamander must have stolen it
>Dammit
>The knight finally speaks up
>"Is something wrong?"
>You sigh
>"Can you help me put on my armour?"
>It's going to be a long day

>You're slowly walking down the road
>It's been two days since your "Friend" left you behind
>All so he could go "Help" some small village in the middle of bumfuck nowhere
>The Knight Errant is still with you
>She had explained to you when you were leaving that,as she was Errant she had nowhere else to be and your quest seemed a good one
>All while managing to call you an "Uncouth peasant" there were other words too but they seemed too fancy to be insults
>Or were they?
>Meh
>You finally arrived at the outskirts of the village
>What you thought at first was smoke from chimneys are thatched roof cotteges on fire
>Oh, ok
>You and the knight race to the village and as you get closer you hear the sounds of fighting
>Coming to the village center you see a furious melee slowly devolving into a slaughter
>Fighting in the center of it is your friend
>He's fighting against some giant bearded man wearing patchwork armour
>He's also getting destroyred
>Figures


>Beside you you hear a yell as the knight charges into the scrum with her sword
>Time to get to work
>You charge towards the group clustered around the giant and plant your axe into a mans spine with a wet crunch
>The knight slams into the man next to him and runs him through
>Wth those men out of the way you finally have a clear shot at Beardman
>Your friend is on the ground clutching his arm, blood slowly pooling down it
>Beardman is taunting him, laughing
>That's a mistake
>The first thing your dad taught you when you up a sword at ten was to kill your man and move on
>And so you do
>Your axe comes slamming down on to the back of the mans skull, cleaving through his leather hood and killing him
>You jerk it out and move on to the group of men clutching spears and trying to desperately keep the other bandits away from a chapel



>Twenty minutes later
>The fight is done
>You're covered in blood and the town square is a charnel house smelling of blood,shit and piss
>Meh
>The sorceress is fussing over your friends arm small tears in her eyes
>The wolf girl is going on about how brave he was
>The town people are also praising him for his help defeating the bandit leader
>You and the knight seem to be largely forgotten
>5 more minutes later and everyone is cleaning up, you didn't see where the three idiots got off too but you have an idea
>You look around at the blood covered square
>you frown
>Bodies lie cooling in the sun and broken blades and shields litter the ground
>You stare at the horrified expressions on their faces
>Killing is never easy
>There is a tug on your maile
>A small girl is holding a flower up to you with teasr in her eyes as she thanks you
>It's never easy, but, sometimes it's worth it
>You pat her head with your blood stained glove as you take the flower






>It's been another two days
>two days of walking down a road with no end in site
>Your friend is flirting with the mage and wolf the entire time
>He tried flirting with the knight but she rebuffed him saying she was celebate
>As a result she has taken to traveling by your side throwing disgusted glances at the trio and muttering dark things
>You don't really notice
>You're too preoccupied with looking on your rent maile and mourning at how much it will cost to fix
>You eye your friend again
>He got his armour fixed free of charge for being the "Hero"
>You had to pay if you wanted yours fixed
>And so you went without
>Figures
>"So, who is your... friend?"
>What?
>You look up to see the mage eyeing you dubiously
>"Ah, that's Dietrich, he's been my friend since childhood!"
>She looks away and snorts derisively
>"I see, I thought he was some common thug you had recruited along the road, he has the look of one."
>You briefly consider how much trouble you'd be in for planting your axe between her shoulders
>Probably a little
>Won't stop from thinking of how good it would feel
>You spot the wolf also looking at you strangely before she turns her gaze away and begins talking to the mage
>Well it's a plus you guess
>Last time she didn't even acknowledge you were a person
>In the distance you can hear the sound of steel striking steel
>Well, todays entertainment is here it seems
>You grab your axe and shield and take off at a cautious loping stride towards the noise