Julian fell from the trees with a dark steathiness.
He looked down on the ground at his battered self and laughed. It was a
knowing laugh. He had thought his enemies to be a bit brighter than this.
This one, what was his name? Oh yes, it was Bazil. This Bazil was much
denser than the foliage around him. The mage thought that a mere blow to
the skull would slay the mightiest warrior in all of of Cadentry? He looked
at his broken beaten body in front of him.
"Man, I look good even as a dead guy," he said jokingly.
He began to retrieve his possession from his body, and as he pulled his
cloak off the cadaver, the body underneath ceased to be that of Julian
Stillsmore, but that of a mountain goat. He chuckled, thinking of how the
"goat killer" that Bazil slew was much more goat, and much less killer.
Julian had caught this stray goat and was going to cook it for supper (as
a replacement for the demonic grub stew) when he was distracted by Bazil's
loud crashing through the woods. Julian had quickly thrown his cloak
of illusion on the goat, and hid the two of them in a tree. The warrior
was surprised at how well the untrained goat did in combat against the
mage.
Oh well, he had more important things to think about.
First of all, who had tried to kill him, not once, but twice in the bar?
His firepede had been sent back after him and the incident with the soup
was just two frightening the think about. If you can't trust your food,
what can you trust? Also, the abr had been located in the middle of an
uknown city, that he had been thrust into, and now he was in the middle
of the forest. Someone was toying with him. Could it be Gavriel, or was
it something even more vile and evil?
Julian starting walking through the woods, not the
way Bazil was going because he knew that whatever the mage was looking
for, he was probably going the wrong way. As he wandered of into the distance,
he thought of many things; honor, duty, but mostly sex.