Dietrichs Adventure. Story edition.

You've been wandering around with this dumb ass for five days and he still hasn't decided where to go. Right now you're in some seedy little shithole that passes for a bar. The so called patrons have been viciously glaring you and your friend for the better part of an hour.

It didn't help that when he walked in to the bar he insulted everyone in here by mentioning it was a shithole. You frown and shake your head. Sometimes he has no tact. A voice calls to you from behind you and you turn. "Ah, friend would you mind waiting for me real quick, this fair maiden is in need of my help."

You look at the woman in question. Her dress is cut low and makeup cakes her face and she has a sickly sweet smile. It's a whore. Before you can say anything to protest he's already walked off arm in arm with her to the upstairs rooms.

You hear the sound of multiple chairs moving across wood. You turn your head to see a group of five men standing from their tables and drawing various knives. You sigh. He left you in a bar full of cutthroats to "help" a prostitute. You stand and stretch, drawing your axe from your belt loop, your face contorting into a grimace.

How many men have you killed for him now? You stopped counting after you reached forty. He probably doesn't even know how close he's come to getting a knife in the back from all those times. For a brief moment you wonder why you still travel with him and the answer comes quickly. You promised his mother.

You take your axe in a two handed grip, knuckles whitening in preparation. the group of men is closer to you now. They started throwing insults at you. You sigh and think to your self as the first man charges you with a shout. "At least I get to loot their corpses..."







It's been five days since you left the town. Well, more like you were forced out. It turns out slaughtering a room full of patrons in a tavern was something that was frowned upon. And so, after five days of traveling here you are again, on the road, with nothing to do.

You glance over at your friend, watching for a moment as he strides along, whistling a tune. He had spent the entirety of the time there fucking one of the barmaids. So that left you to clean up the messes with people who became angry at his flighty attitude.

He never even knew about the fight you had in the bar, by the time he emerged from his room the next morning most of the blood had been cleaned away. You shake your head in disgust and go back to scanning the road again. You're used to this by now.

You think about the destination, you're on the way to one of the so called "Free Cities", you've heard of them before, from your father, he always said that they were lawless shithole but a good place to get some money or hide.

Hopefully when you get there you can make enough to move on, you're pretty confident in your skills as a fighter so you can probably hire out as a mercenary and just drag your friend along. Can't be too bad. You feel a bit better for having a half formed plan and begin walking with a lighter step. Things might turn out ok after all.

That's when your left shoulder feels like it's been kicked by a horse, causing you to stumble a few steps back and grunting in pain. You look at it to see an arrow jutting a good way out of it, having pierced your scale maile. "Wha-" is all you managed to get out when you hear the shouting off to your left

When you look you see two men running towards you, brandishing chipped and rusty swords. Your friend shouts a warning when he sees them but it's a little late for that. And then you notice the were wolf coming from a different direction. You curse when instead of standing by your side your friend gives a shout and starts rushing the wolf woman.

Making your own move you get your shield up as best you can and rush the smaller of the two men. They stop as they see you running at them, struggling to get your shield in place because of the arrow. As you close the distance you roar and smash into the smaller man knocking him to the ground in a loud crash and bring your axe around even as the other man slashes at your back with his sword.

There is a satisfying crunch as your blade smacks into the mans face, and a shout behind you as the other screams in anger. You're smashed to the ground as his friend tackles you, causing you to scream as the arrow snaps in half, aggravating the wound.

You spend a few moments clawing kicking and biting at eachother before you finally roll him over and straddle him, yanking your helmet off and smashing his face in over and over again, your breathing hitched and eyes wild. You finally stop after he stops twitching.

Getting to your feet is easy, your body is light and euphoric from all the adrenaline. Your wilds eyes look everywhere for your friend and you finally find him. He standing there. Talking to the wolf woman. Your breathing has calmed into ragged gasps and your hands shake as the adrenaline fades. What the fuck is he doing?!