101 Vol 2. pt. 38 Patch 7.0: The Defiance of a Wolf and a Serpen (1/2)
”Where is Ull right now?” Nell asks one of her two controlled guards.
”At the manor with his harem,” the guard answers.
”Do you know the tournament results?”
”Yes. Our champions, The Steel Tiger, and The Shoebill have made it into the final round of the tournament.”
Nell smiles and looks up. Fenrir is still fighting on, so she must fight as well.
Unfortunately, there are many guards and sailors between her and freedom. Escaping Ull's flagship will be much harder than escaping that manor from before, but she has an idea. ”Go and retrieve a large, empty crate as well as a heavy robe,” she orders.
The guards do exactly as she requests and bring her a wooden crate emptied of all contents save for a robe.
Nell wraps her tail around her legs, pulls her fin-like wings in against her back, and curls herself up inside of the crate. Next, she covers herself up with the robe so that anybody who looks into the crate will not see her. ”Now, take me to the pier that The Shoebill is docked at.”
…
”What are you thinking, Tabs?” Fenrir asks.
”I'm thinkin' that we have no way to get the parts in time to build a new engine, but this new wood we installed is comin' pretty in handy right now,” Tabitha says as she watches the hull patch itself up before her eyes. It may not heal as quickly as the longship's hull does, but it still repairs the gashes and holes left in The Shoebill from the earlier fight.
”It's going to save us a lot of money and work not having to repair her ourselves.”
”We sound like some cheap and lazy bastards when ya put it that way.”
”Well, it isn't wrong.”
Cassiel comes down from above deck and says, ”Fen, somebody is… here to see you.”
”Keep up the good work,” he tells Tabitha before going above deck with Cassiel.
The Lightning Witch stands on The Shoebill's deck with most of her body hidden by a black cloak. ”Captain Wolf,” she says.
”Why can't anybody just call me by my name?” Fenrir asks.
”We're pirates here. Pirates use nicknames.”
”I wouldn't quite say that we're pirates. We're just friendly fishers.”
”Is that why you not only engaged in multiple battles but stole one of the Northern Wardens' prized Yggdrasil's branches, and even commandeered one of our city's defensive cannons?” she asks.
Everybody listening to her goes white when she brings up the cannon.
”Don't try denying it. The scholars were able to trace the debris of that golem back to the Orange-Haired Siren, and I know that she is a member of your crew,” the Lightning Witch explains.
”What now?” Fenrir asks.
”What? What indeed. Let me tell you this: you are incredibly fortunate that you have saved Morven, are friends with Jax, and have even had a certain dark elf tell Blackstache about your ideal to save NPCs. It just so happens that you have a habit of befriending those that Blackstache considers to be his closest friends, and you have even won over the hearts of many of the citizens here. I would never have thought that my old guild leader would end up becoming such a goody-two-shoes, however.”
”What?” Fenrir asks.
”Does Crimson Lancer ring any bells?” she asks.
Fenrir and Bonekraka both look shocked, but Oleander leaps at her and wraps his arms around her!
”Ray-Ray! What happened? Have you been okay? You just left and never logged back on!” Oleander asks.
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”I had a feeling you were Spencer. But, to answer your question, life happened. We finally got married, moved, and then there was just no time for gaming. I'm even pregnant now, which I know you were harassing me about,” Rachel tells Oleander.
”Wait,” Fenrir says, ”then that means…”
Back in one of the fantasy MMORPGs that Fenrir and the Divine Brigade played in, there were two members of his old guild. The Crimson Lancer was one of them, and she was renown for riding atop a skeletal steed with a mighty lance that eternally dripped with the blood of all the enemies it has slain. She also had a boyfriend at the time. He wasn't anywhere near as great of a player as her, but he was always incredibly lucky and had the largest, blackest mustache in the game.
”I haven't told him yet, and you know how slow he can be to pick up on these sorts of matters,” Rachel says.