Chapter 2 "Mystery Mage"
Drugan, after delivering the keg of his beer to a friends house and running into the skirmish with the orc decided to head home for a good nights rest. Unbeknownst to him the Orc still very angry of the loss of his companions decided to gather a few orcs for revenge.
The next day at the bar.......
"I tell ya they were as big as trolls almost! But it didn't scare me old bones. I grabbed my axe and split the first one in two, and the second one I hacked off its head before it could raise a sword. Then the last one ran in fear I tell ya. Its no lie!", proclaimed Drugan while polishing a mug.
"Sure, sure, and I the son of the great King!", Riker said laughingly. Riker was built for his age. By his looks he was in his thirties. Clad in green, with a sword strapped to his side and a leather tunic.
"Ahh, and what adventures have you been in lad lately? I'd love to here some more of your great adventures though none of them shall match the one I had yesterday! I say!", said Drugan Boastingly.
"Oh old man you should know my adventures by now! I was here but only three days ago."
"Bah, anyways I like your stories. Keeps reminding me of my younger days.",said Drugan who handed his good customer and friend, Riker, a fresh mug of Ironfield Mash. "Anyways a ranger like you gets out and about quite a bit!"
"You think too much of me. But a good friend you are! Cheers!"
"Cheers!"
"Yo Drugan! Another beer over here", shouted a customer.
"Coming! Hold your britches. Can't have a decent conversation without people interrupting."
At that time a loud commotion outside could be heard.
"What in the blazes is that commotion all about!", exclaimed Drugan. Looking to the door he saw to his surprise the orc and three friends with him. The dwarf picked up a nearby customer and threw him against the wall.
"Liddul Dorf kum owt und clump! Lat shull tuste da Iron ub me blade!", grunted the orc.
"You first!", and with that Drugan dashed to the other side of his counter to grab his axe.
Riker unsheathing his sword and seeing the old dwarf wasn't lying about the skirmish decided to have some fun with these orcs.
"Come ya green uglies! Im Riker Paladinus and my blade is the DarkCrusader! Who wants to feel its bite first?", shouted Riker to the Orcs.
And with that challenge the Orcs ran headfirst at the Ranger while the lead orc jumped the counter to meet Drugan.
"Thunk!"
"Whew axe nearly got me there but a bit slow you are orc!", said Drugan merrily as he swung his axe cleanly swiping the head off the lead orc.
On the other hand Riker wasnt having an easy time like he thought he would with three orcs on him.
"Drugan some help would be greatly appreciated here!"
"Skah pushdug oomie scared??", questioned one of the orcs evilly.
Then to everyone's surprise three fireballs flew out of the corner of the bar frying the orcs.
"Hey where did those come from?!", Riker shouted.
"Look a black figure just ran out!", shouted a customer.
"Hmmm.. must be a mage. But what is he doing in a bar?", Drugan said cleaning off the mess on his bar.
"I dunno. But Ill check up on it for ya Drugan. But I think we have a worse matter at hand right now. For one the stench of these three roasted orcs.", said Riker in disgust of the stench.
"Wish we had a mage now to make the stench disappear! Oh well! All in a honest day's work I say. For one thing I have had a good past two days with all the excitement.
With everything said and done. Drugan cleaned the bar out and went to business like normal. While Riker set out in search of the mysterious mage to find out who or what it really is.