The Fight Saga of Three-Wolves Book 6: The Curséd Fightzone of Superhell 5
the bar was the darkest and most wretched in all the land. wicked pirates sat in the dark corners drinking their pirate swill. wicked actuaries sat in different dark corners drinking their actuary swill. every eye turned toward the front door as a lone stranger walked in, but there were less eyes than you would normally expect, due to the pirates and their eyepatches. call it a 1.7:1 ratio
"barkeep," the stranger said, growling from three separate throats, "i am looking for information"
the barkeep didn't look up from cleaning blood off the counter, which was basically a full-time job in this kind of bar. he tapped the sign next to him. "there's a two drink minimum for quest leads"
"yeah well i don't give a fuck" the stranger stabbed a knife into the counter. then to really make his point, he also pulled out a giant axe and stabbed that into the counter by chopping the counter in half
"avast!!" the pirates avasted
"holy shit!!" the barkeep yelped
"that isn't covered by your insurance policy!!" the actuaries also yelped. they didn't yelp because they were surprised, they yelped because they were cool hyena people. there are furries in this setting btw
"yeah that's right" the stranger leaned on the bar, which looked very uncomfortable since it was a pile of splinters. "you can keep that axe though, because it sucks. so anyway i am looking for a man"
"well there's like a bajillion mans. i'm gonna need more detail than that."
"yeah but this one's a romanceable npc."
"so is he like a human or what"
"his name is Bibarel, and he is... a bibarelf"
before the barkeep could answer, another dude stood up in one of the dark corners. he had a hood on, but unlike everybody else's stylish rogue hoods this was a creepy and bad hood, which is called a cowl. also he had a big staff with a skull on top of it, which is never a good sign. "traveler!!" he said, with the kind of voice that definitely belonged to some kind of fucked up wizard. "dost ye seekest thy doom?"
"no I'm looking for this elf called Bibarel. i literally just said"
"oh yes, i know of your bibarelf. but dost thou thinkest thyself man enough to rescueth him from his fayyt?" fate was spelled super old-timey because he was that kind of evil wizard
"is he in like a dungeon? i'm pretty good at dungeons"
"oh, it is no mere dungeon!!" the old man cackled and leaned closer. "it be the Dread Temple of Gr'th'nguny'thnur'grk"
"that isn't a real name. you just made that up"
"fool!! it's totally real name. and soon your bibarelf shall'st be sacrificed so that our god may walk this land again! and also roller skate this land again, because he needs his cardio. and none may stoppest it!!"
"i mean I may stoppest it. that's like my job. i will stoppest it by killing you."
the stranger pulled out six swords and also a couple of axes, which he could do because he had like nine extra wolf legs for holding shit, and also two wolf mouths that were on sword duty today.
"i see that ye carryest that most wicked of blades, Sliceo The Goblin Fuckler," sneered the wizard
"oh yeah that one's pretty cool. i guess i'll kill you with it"
but the evil wizard wasn't scared, which is pretty messed up if you think about it. "ye showeth bravery, fool. come to the temple if ye dare!! we go through blood by the shitload and you look like you've got tons"
the stranger tried to slice the evil wizard with like three swords, but they went right through him. not in the cool way that swords normally go through evil wizards, but in the boring way where no blood comes out. the evil wizard cackled again and slammed his staff into the ground. there was a big cloud of green smoke and he disappeared while still cackling, which is definitely the evilest way to disappear
"well that was fucked up." the barkeep was still cleaning up blood, and secretly he was pretty glad that there wasn't evil wizard blood to clean up too. "are you gonna fix my bar though or what"
"i need to go kill an evil wizard and stuff. send me an invoice."
"yeah but you're like three separate wolves, so how am i gonna send you an invoice?"
"make it out to..." the man looked off into the distance, resting his many wolf paws on the handles of his many axes. "Three-Wolves."
To be continued??
