The Adventures of Larson and Garrett - Infestation

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ey felled the roaming bandits of Shun 'Ahd, they cleared Grover's Cave of a cloud of giant bats, they wiped out the undead t

smuggling, black market sales of magick relics, and high end prostitution, the job the two mercenaries had undertaken seemed to be a rather valorous deed; Larson and Holden

ents were mostly honest, hardworking folks, but one family was related to the merchants of Dragonhead, and when the parents of siblings were slain during a shipping run from Dragonhead to Bethelhoss, and the children were brutalized and sold to F

from the Fultheim hacienda to Rulasio's second home, a small cabin out in the wilderness near Mount Oros. Unbeknownst to the mercenaries, Fultheim had discovered Rulasio's plan, sent an assassin to the cabin to kill Rulasio, and wait for t

iller through the cabin's backdoor. Unfortunately, the assassin fled into the snowy mountains, and rather than giving chase, Larson stormed back into the cabin. Fultheim had fled,

rson, " Hol

ed. "Save your strength. I'll carry yo

brave, caring smile and spoke. "Larson, this is way it has to en

n his life—not his father's disappearance or his brother's—had ever emptied him so t

lden, pleas

regret. A man can't ask for more. Promise, " he choked and wretche

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n straight from the universe and directly into his heart. His body shook from within, and facing up towards the cabin's raft

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n the whereabouts of both the assassin and Lord Fultheim. Upon gaining access to that information, Larson found them—and a handful of bandits—holed up in a series of caverns up high on Mount Oros. In late February, Larson avenged Holden's

ved some men in white garb. It certainly sounded as though the man seen with those in white fit Largo's description, but where they went was as much a mystery as who they w

inevitability in one way or another, or they were alive somewhere, and that if that was the case, something Holden very much believed was true, then some unseen force was whisking the Ross men away, and Larson would join them in that effect. Ominous as that sounded, he half expected

e—pressed Larson to go and solve their problem for free. Holden had told him to help people. His father had told him the same when he was a boy, but for the first time in his life, the young mercen

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and that Atjibur was an abandoned temple deep beneath Mount Lod where the former cult of White Wraith used to worship Golguhaar, God of Destruction. Larson had read in a library in Coal Hearth that he was one of the old Gods that had been defeated before the Second Age, but as Gods never die, so long as someone worships them, the cult of White Wraith begged for his resurgence.

mate?" a stout, dw

and paid no more attention to whatever was taking place. "Hey, " Larson called again, and many turned to look at him. "Blonde boy with bi

hysique, and came to the warrior's side. Larson scrutinized him. He was tall, as tall as Larson, and in his prime of twenty, he was over six feet. The young man looked to be about fifteen, as old as Lar

" the young

n dungeons, " Larson s

ebutted. "Adventurers get their f

old constructs, and I mean old, a lot of them thousands of years old, and they're picked clean. All that r

ot Atj

. There's no need to round up a team of friends, or worse yet, a bunch of mercs who care

ust, but it wasn't really aimed at the boy, it was aimed at himself for having shattered the you

iful, white, silk shirt, a black vest, and black pants sauntered over. He had a rapier hanging off h

oung, blonde boy answered