The Adventures of Larson and Garrett - Garrett's Tale

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troubling matter; a rebirth of such a vicious cult and in the exact place the elves had originally defeated them. Larson agreed with his friend's idea, but had little time

le while Larson was off on his own, and from Talsador, they were to arrange a trip to the magickal city of Xorinth ruled by the Magickal Prince, son of King Roan. By then, the Dude had already organized a trip back to Atjibur to claim the alchemical reagents from spider corpses. Larson explici

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e stables, and rode out of the city to the northwest in order to avoid traveling over the Colmite River. It was a safe trip up the dusty road and around the mountains. The guards of Fargo were

the while scurrying up and down the tall trees. The sky grew cloudy during the first evening, and Garrett made camp amidst the reddish pines. Sitting on the ground while Lola slept, the young fence

ughout his entire life everyone had maintained that there were no monsters. They had all been defeated

the best education, the best training, and was all set to one day take over his father's business. Knowing the particular ins and outs of the trad

s, emerged from the woods outside of a small, fishing community. The ratty-furred, nine foot tall monsters attacked without recriminations. Garre

nside everyone knew that there were monsters, if only a few, but the people of the world had grown complacent and fearful. It was simpler for them to bury their heads, hide indoors, and pretend that

the campfire. The specks of red and black glittered ominously. He rubbed his thumb over the eye holes, touched the horns, and took a deep breath. Since meeting Larson I've seen more monsters and other disconcerting things

begin to try to make sense of the event, the campfire drew his attention. It cracked loudly like a dry branch of immense size had split in two. The orange flames wavered and g

the charred wood with his stick, stamped on

he skull. Giving his environment an abrupt observation, he snatched the trinket from the ground, felt that it w

et is dangerous. If I didn't know better, I'd swear a fire djinn was about to leap from my campfire, and t

hed clicks, something akin to the cries of bats, but somehow more severe. Fidgeting nervously with his gea

" he muttered. "Lola, st

s in the air. The image of giant bats accosted Garrett. But from where? Giant bats were practically unheard of anymore, and the ones that ex

y as dust entered his eyes, nostrils, and mouth. He gasped, choked, and tried to stand, but the wind had been knocked from hi

tt looked with blurred vision. The so

ple in ring mail; a patrol was coming back from Talsador. Forcing himself onto his rear, Garrett watched as th

bats, " Garre

, mate, " a

hink

it, and when the creature hit the ground, he awkwardly staggered over to it, and set it ablaze with the torch. It took only a moment, but the colony of giant bats was defeated. Some of the carcasses were still aflame, and Garrett

before, " the lady of the gua

r replied. "Thank you

e a scare, " anot

gallop, " yet another guard chuckle

then that his wounds started hurting; his knee t

' to Talsador,

Garrett pa

ard said. "We're just on patrol he

ble, " Garret

et back to inform our captain of this as it is. Gia

arrett. We'll get you cleaned u

their eyes open for bats on their way to Fargo, Simon helped Garrett to wipe the blood form his face. Then, they w

, " Simon offered. "Yo

chilly during the bouncy ride. Chatter of a possible nest of giant bats was foremost on Simon's tongue. Garrett made no attempt to derail that belief.