8 Vol 1. pt. 8 Patch 3.0: To the City of Pirates! (1/2)
The dynamic duo comes over to Fenrir and Serra once they're done eating, each one of them patting their full bellies. One would normally never think it from how often they fight, but they act similarly enough to look like a husband and wife – well, a husband and much-less-manlier husband. Maybe ”look” isn't the right word to use seeing as how one of them is a giant orc and the other is a petite deer-trap-boy. Either way, they are similar in more ways than one would think.
”You guys ready to go?” Fenrir asks, picking up his rock and spear. Actually, carrying around the rock on its own all the time is getting to be a bit annoying. He can't carry anything else when he's holding it as his spear is already taking up one hand. Looking to those red stems, he snaps a couple of them in half to get their liquid onto the spear's shaft for him to glue the rock to it. A bright smile crosses his lips when it works.
”You sure do love playing with poles and thick, sticky stuff, Fenny,” Oleander teases from behind Fenrir. The teasing boy looks back at Serra to see her reaction. She's looking away and trying to contain her laughter. Yeah, they're definitely going to be getting along.
Oleander picks up the unused stems to carry them. He doesn't have anything else to be carrying.
”Is impossible for you to talk normal,” Bonekraka says, smacking Oleander on the back of his head.
”Is impossible for you to talk not sound like Russian gangster!” Oleander snips back, mimicking Bonekraka's accent.
”Gangsters are cool,” the orc replies, giving two thumbs-up and nodding his head.
”Yeah, and I think dicks are cool, so deal with it,” Oleander says with his tongue stuck out.
”Alright, alright,” Fenrir steps in, ”what's the plan other than killing each other? We're down for whatever you guys want,” he says, looking back at Serra to confirm. She nods.
Oleander looks to the sky. The sun falls lower and lower as the shades coloring the sky grow darker. ”I think I heard it's more dangerous at night. Think we should try finding a village, or maybe we should put up a camp? We can get nice and snuggled up together in a tent, Fenny,” he coos.
”I have no idea if there's even a village anywhere near us. I just know that we're in the Augus Empire's territory,” Fenrir replies.
”Oh, yeah,” Oleander sounds disappointed, ”I forgot we spawned on the land they claim. I'd really rather not stay in a land full of stuck-up roleplayers pretending they're the best there are. I swear, I always see them making the news and everybody kisses their asses. Why do there have to be wannabe Romans in every single fantasy game?” It's the first time in weeks Fenrir has heard Oleander sound so bothered. Prudes really get under his skin, and the faction that claims this land is supposedly full of prudes.
”Well, I figured it'd be best if we spawned on the larger continent that has more people on it. Easier than spawning between warring factions or in zones where we're going to get wrecked immediately. Plus we have a bunch of stuff around us.”
”Oh! Aren't those pirate guys to the south? We should totally go to the pirate place! Big, burly pirates; debauchery and plundering booty – it sounds like heaven! Plus there's the famous Blackstache! What if we get to meet him? He's the stuff of legends!”
Fenrir thinks about it. Going there might be the best option for all of their needs. It would most likely be an amazing place to go for fishing, Oleander would get to surround himself with a bunch of rough men, Bonekraka would surely find plenty of fights and games to bet money on – the only one to worry about is Serra. She's so small and innocent looking, and she's already expressed a disinterest in fighting, so how would she handle being around a bunch of pirates?
He looks at her and sees her smiling. Alright, apparently, she's interested in meeting some pirates as well. This should be interesting.
”Got any objections, Bone?” Fenrir asks.
”Do not let wife know,” Bonekraka says. He knows full well what's going to happen if he goes to a city built for pirates. There is going to be tons of drinking and even more gambling. Both of these are things that his wife has a strong hatred for and prohibits him from doing in reality.
”Alright, then to… what was it called again?”
Everybody shrugs.
”Wait, I have an idea. Instead of trying to get there over land, why don't we follow the coast south? I bet we'll come across a village at some point that might be able to take us there by boat,” Fenrir proposes.
This sort of thinking is why Oleander and Bonekraka usually listen to him even if they believe his plans are boring most of the time. They might be more boring, but they work.
There aren't any objections. ”Let's head back to where I spawned then. Plus you guys will get to see the ocean, and trust me when I say it's awesome to see.”
With that being said, they head back in the direction that they originally came from. ”So, Boney, about those ships in Eternal Space…”
Fenrir realizes something halfway to the coast. He knows of Blackstache and the legends surrounding him, but can't remember the name of his faction, city, nor where the exact location of the city is. Gaming news websites and channels will often cover the events happening in-game and have the ability to show everybody everything that happens within the world. He knows that he has seen exactly where all of the major cities are, where massive battles have happened, and so forth. However, when he actually tries to visualize their positions on a map in his head, he comes up blank. He asks Saya about it.