A phantasy script.

A Phantasy Script Part 31: Kireek, again

Berd: They took that attack pretty well, most sturdy!

Fylec: I'll say! Geez, that Paladin was a beast! Would have hated to have gone one on one with him!

General: Egbert was a mighty swordsman, I wonder why we are multi-classed?

Jokesum: We'll never know, well not never know. That's defeatist, maybe we will find out why in our travels.

The group make there way up and over verges, roads covered with brambles and dirt paths until they reach a cross roads.

Berd: Alright, this is literally where we decide which way to go.

Fylec: Oh thank you, Sherlock! No *beep*!

General: Fylec, did you not get enough sleep? Or is the travelling taking its toll on you?

Jokesum: I will say, I'm getting kind of antsy too. Maybe we head towards...

Jokesum looks at a sign off to one side of the road that they are on and reads the names.

Jokesum:...Prismire? Sounds expensive!

Berd: So, left then fellas?

Fylec: Ah god! More walking!

General: Fylec, if your feet are hurting you why don't we sit for a while?

Fylec: They are not hurting me, I'm just sick of bloody walking everywhere!

Jokesum: Alright, let me go into the woods nearby and see if I can tame some horses. How about that my dude?

Nodding a "hell yes please" Fylec agrees with Jokesums statement, the group nod him off as he makes his way past bushes of berries, trees with scraped bark until he finds a clearing. There are a few rabbits, small deer and sounds of crickets chirping as he crouches down behind a small berried bush. Watching the animals, Jokesum then hears a deep huffing of a larger creature behind himself as he freezes in place. The large creature snorts and sniffs him as it edges closer, its deep heated breath bearing down upon him as it suddenly lets loose a bellowing roar. Jokesum immediately turns around to see a dark furred bear, sharp teeth, that are covered in a black substance, and a deep slash over its right eye. Rolling away from it, he dodges a scratch that was about to hit him from the bears mighty paws. The Dark Lord speaks to him once more.

Dark Lord: You wish to know thy name? Slaughter this bear and I shall indulge your need to know.

With a shake of his head, he then holds out the dark oak rod pointing directly at the bear as it lulls its head like something is causing it pain. Lowering the rod slightly, he holds out his hand and tries to tame it with his skill of animal handling. The bear growls and roars at him as it then begins to launch its whole body towards him in a leap, with a quick sidestep he is able to dodge as the bear hits a nearby tree instead. Realizing that this creature has something wrong with it, he then decides that putting it out of its misery would be for the best as streams of the dark energy drain out of his eyes. The energy balls up into an orb at the end of his rod as the bear growls, getting to its feet in a very staggered way. The orb is launched from the rod as it then hits the bear directly in its left side, tearing away at fur, skin and bone until there is a giant hole looking through to the tree. Jokesum feels more power rush into himself as he levels up, the Dark Lord speaks once more.

Dark Lord: My name will be familiar to you, Jokesum. It is I, Kireek!

Shaking his head in anger, he let's out a gargled roar as a wave of power exudes from himself.

Jokesum: It would seem like us Androids are bound to each other, failed master!

Kireek: Your words mean nothing to me, I am your patron!

Jokesum: And? It's not like you can control me entirely!

Kireek: For now, my servant!

There is now no more wildlife around, Jokesums battle with the bear, plus his angered roar, has made everything flee from the nearby vicinity.

Kireek: You need transport?

Jokesum: Of course! Wait, why are you asking me?

Kireek: Your Elf is becoming annoying to myself, I hear what you hear.

Jokesum: You mean Fylec, the one that shot you with me to kill you? And I'm glad he's annoying you, serves you right for being an annoying enemy!

Kireek: Yes, yes. You did indeed kill me, but us Androids can never die. Our code is added to the database aboard Pioneer Two and we can be given a second chance.

Jokesum: Yeah, I know. I'm back from being dead! Well, alright I passed out, but I see. So, this transport?

A dark, swirling, portal appears in the tree where the bear was killed as its lifeless corpse is dragged through and is no longer seen. Within a few moments, Jokesum sees bones beginning to extrude from the darkened portal as four bone horses are formed and stand next to himself.

Kireek: You asked, I provided. The bear made a viable source of bone!

Jokesum: This could prove useful, damn it! Thank you Kireek.

Grinding his teeth as he thanks his previous master, Jokesum taps one of the horses upon its front left shoulder.

Kireek: Your manners are welcomed, dear servant. Lest ye forget yourself, you are mine to control.

Jokesum: And you're going to save me, if I'm ever in danger?

There is another deep chuckle as Kireek does not answer him and leaves him to bring the four bone horses to his group.

Berd: What in the actual...are those horses?

Jokesum: Well, yeah. Sorry, best that I could do on such short notice.

Fylec: They could prove useful, I won't ask how you managed to acquire them.

Jokesum: Best not too, but they will aid us for a time.

General: Did you hear that loud roar?

Jokesum: Oh, yeah. That was me, so it turns out that Kireek is my patron.

The rest of his group raise their eyebrows at this information, then begin to mount the horses.

Berd: He was a terrible person, though I'm guessing he helped you get these...horses?

Fylec: I mean, they work as horses. Aside from worrying about where they came from, I'd say that this will be easier.

Jokesum: Oh there was a bear...

General Mood looks worriedly at him.

General: And...that's where these came from?

Jokesum: Eeeee yes. In a manner of speaking.

With his whole group now worried about the horses origins, they then set off for Prismire. Making short work of the trip, the horses then disintegrate back to piles of bones on the outskirts of the large city.

Berd: Alright, guess they're done.

Fylec: Fancy assed city! Damn!