The three adventurers address the scared woman, each of them veterans from out of town hearing her plea about her house being invaded.
The smallest man is a Tiefling Psion trained in the generation of fire along with a small girl in a dress at his side. The man is named Scar and the girl is named Mana.
The angriest looking member of the three is a Orc fallen Paladin named Ezekiel who had long turned his back on his god, Bahamut due to his rage and violent tendencies.
The Last is most definitely the largest of them and is a full grown Minotaur named Jok who has access to an ancient form of magic lost to the history books in which involves summoning weapons out of the aether and forming them out of thin air.
"And so you see I was hoping you three would be able to clear them out of my house." Says the woman.
Ezekiel crosses his arms and says," Seems like a waste of time to me, their just a couple of home invaders."
"True, but what else were we doing today?" Says Scar shrugging as Mana nods.
"True, and she says she'll pay us, I say we give it a go." Shrugs Jok in response.
"Oh thank you thank you, you all are ever so-!"
"HIT THE DECK!!!" Shouts Scar as he leaps aside pushing Mana. As he does a Lightning Bolt spell streaks across the street surface. Upon impact Jok is fried, but standing and Ezekiel manages to raise his shield in time to protect himself by instinct. It doesn't do much considering the nature of the attack. The woman dissipates as the bolt hits her, but the three adventures pay it no mind.
"What was that!? Shouts Jok.
"I'll look! Detect Magic!" Says Scar scanning the area and Mana disappears into the streets while slowly Jok and Ezekiel approach the building. As they march Jok summons a giant single edged buster sword that he hoists onto his shoulder and Ezekiel takes out his mace and shield.
Scar scans left to right, unable to find his target, when he suddenly catches something out of the corner of his eye.
"He's flyi-!" Before Scar can finish, his face is suddenly impacted by the flying man's head right into the bridge of his nose. Scar falls to the ground unconscious. The flying man rises and it is the drunk sorcerer, Victor Railem.
"Who's *belch* next?" Shouts the drunk man.
Ezekiel charges in and Victor takes a swig of his Drink, and just as Victor tries to leap out of the way of Ezekiel's swing he trips up on Scar's downed body and gets hit square in his jaw, flinging him back about thirty feet before he falls to the ground from the Fly spell wearing off.
"Check Scar, I'll finish this bastard!" Shouts Ezekiel.
The two move into position, Jok checking Scar for a pulse and Ezekiel two-handing his mace to crush Victor's skull, but at the last moment Victor's eyes spring open and he grabs Ezekiel's metal boot and casts Shocking Grasp blasting Ezekiel with a torrent of magical lightning.
Ezekiel falls as Victor rises up to hear the sound of a spell, "Fireball!" Victor looks up to see a now conscious Scar being supported by Jok.
"This is gonna hurt." Says Victor as the ball of flame and death makes it way over to him.
In a giant fiery explosion Victor and the half conscious Ezekiel go up in flames. When the flames clear Victor is still standing and seems to be drinking from his Drink, gulping down copious amounts of alcohol.
"Do you surren-!" Victor raises his finger as to say, that Jok should hold that thought. After 10 seconds straight of pouring more and more liquor down his throat, Victor takes his mouth off and gasps for air, then falls to his knees, looking like he's about to pass out. Victor seems to use the last of his might to raise his arms to the sky.
"TWIN!!" Shouts victor as he points just above his head and forms two magical balls of energy.
"Uh oh," Says both Jok and Scar looking at the balls.
"LIGHTNING BOLT!!!!"Shouts Victor as he falls to the ground pointing at the two of them. Then two streaks of Lightning fly and crash into the two men and they both fall to the ground, both unconscious.
Victor woke later in the Apothecary. He looked left and right before seeing the head Alchemist, Reginald.
"Hey Reggy, what's new?" Said Victor, somehow still in a drunken stupor.
"Hey Vic, nothing much, just these 3." Says Reginald pointing at Victor's three adversaries from earlier. They all look to be fine, just as Victor does. Victor looks at them shocked that they are still there.
"Funny, could swore that they were ghosts?"
"Ghosts?"
Victor turns to Reginald and says, "Yeah, I got a job from a girl who turns out was a ghost trying to trick me. Then I saw these blokes talking with the she-ghost and figured she was calling for back up."
"Did you think that maybe, she was tricking them too?"
Victor stops for a second, then wonders, then wonders some more, then takes a swig of his Drink, then it comes to him.
"Reggy! I think she was tricking them too!"
Reginald shakes his head looking over the injuries on the other three and says, "What a paragon of insight you are Victor, either way, these three look to be the new mercenary band who came to town a few days back."
"I was just talking to myself about meetin with them! I could use some more gold to throw around."
"In that case I'll leave you to it."
Reginald collects his papers and leaves the room, somehow confident that Victor won't destroy the entire building. Victor wanders over to the unconscious Jok and preps a small jolt of lightning. He wakes Jok up in an instant with the jolt and sits in a chair on the other side of the room as Jok panics awake looking in all directions.
"WHAT!? WHEN!? WHERE!?" shouts Jok, instinctively summoning his buster sword.
"Hold up a minute my horny friend, you're safe here." Says Victor raising his hands to calm him. Jok points his blade at Victor and responds .
"Bullshit, you're here, and just cause you knocked me out doesn't mean I don't remember faces!"
Victor takes a large swig of his drink then puts his hands back into position.
"You're like 70% safe here, but before you go and break Reggie's house, mind if I explain myself?"
"You have 10 seconds."
"I only need 5, ask my wife." Jok furrows his brow for a second before Victor continues.
"That woman you spoke to was dead, well not dead-dead, but undead."
"Like a Zombie?"
"Nah more like a ghost, common occurrence, truly, she had tricked me and unfortunately for her I don't like being tricked, no matter how often it happens. And so I needed to get her back, unfortunately all y'alls was in the way."
"Alright, say I believe you, why shouldn't I kill you where you stand?"
"Because first off, I'm sitting, and second, from the looks of you all, you are a band of adventures who are new to town, are you staying long?"
"Long as we need to." Victor claps his hands, stands and leans in on the buster sword.
"Well I've been living here for around 15 years now, and I've done jobs all over this city, no one knows it like me, I could help you out. Plus I happen to be one of the strongest mages in this kingdom, as I'm sure you learned first hand."
"We already have a mage. Scar over there is a gifted Psion." Says Jok.
Victor waves away Jok's response, saying, "Ppppptb, Psion!? They couldn't blast their way out of a goblin knapsack, I worked with one back in the day and before we went on a job then that happen to him." Victor points over to an unconscious man 5 beds over.
"Still alive, but he's been out for a year now."
"What happened?"
"Tried to read the mind of my youngest, bad move. So what do you say?"
Jok thumbs his chin for a bit then his sword disappears.
"Very well being the only heavy hitter on the team was getting old, what should we call you friend?"
Victor offers his hand to the Minotaur and says, "Victor Railem, at your service."
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