Hello fellow Exiles!
Bugs plague us every day, a lot has been written about them, and I don’t know if that’s okay here, but I want to tackle this topic with a little humor and imagination!
It is a little story about 3 friends in the exiled lands, and…If one or the other sounds familiar to you while reading this short story - well, we are exiles after all! So here we go:
(Part I of „A Tale of a Bugs‘ life“ or an exciting day in the Exiled Lands)
It’s a sunny day, a light breeze blows over the sand, and we see a group of adventurers lying on the sand. When we take a closer look, we notice that this is a group of adventurers who are probably getting ready for a “mission”. It’s a group of three men, and they all look battle-hardened.
There are weapons and a few other things around the group, as well as three open backpacks. The warm summer breeze carries the grunts of crocodiles and other wildlife in the air, but these are drowned out by the group’s conversation.
The strongest one, a muscle man at least 6 feet tall, appears to be the leader. Sitting next to him is a man of average height and a smaller, thinner guy. So we get that the giant is a barbarian from Cimmeria, the thin one is a thief from Zamoria and the average one is an adventurer from Hyperborea.
Barbarian: “Okay, everyone ready now? Remember, we have to cross the Darfari village to get to our destination, enter the sewers - and from there there is no turning back then, by Crom!"
Thief: “So I have everything with me: material for the torches, ropes and various tools for opening doors and other locks!”
Adventurer: “yep, enough provisions, arrows and a few spare daggers, we’re ready to go!”
Barbarian: „Now this is what I’d like to hear, onto action everyone, there’s a Monster that needs to be slain, by Crom!“
We watch as everyone closes their backpacks and stands up, with the barbarian in front, as befits a Cimmerian brawler.
About an hour later…
Adventurer: “Is it still very far??” whereupon the barbarian turns around and grunts “The journey is already too much for you, huh? We’ve only just made it to the village now, so make an effort, there won’t be any whining like a Zamoran woman here! Nothing against you, thief. …” –
Thief: “No problem, but let’s drink and eat something first, who knows how many opponents we’ll have to fight against now?”
Barbarian: “And you didn’t have time to eat something on the way or what?!? Well, as far as I’m concerned, just eat something if you have to…”
Acknowledging his sentence with a pained smile, the adventurer reaches into his backpack and looks questioningly at the barbarian, to which he replies “No thanks. Nothing for me, unlike you, I have prepared myself!” whispering to himself “By Crom, we won’t be able to see the sewage demon anymore today if they continue like this…”
Relieved and with a smile, the adventurer reaches into his backpack and hands the thief a piece of meat and a water skin, while the barbarian looks towards the village and observes the situation from a distance.
(End of Pt. I)