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| - Valencia: This god doesn't really like being challenged much, have you noticed? Valencia: There's a beast who is claiming that Zeuster is unable to navigate some maze-thing the creature built. Valencia: Zeuster is more than ready to answer his challenge and disprove his claim, but he'd rather see if you're capable of finishing the task. Valencia: He says that he's pretty sure you're up to it, but I know you can do it. What's a little labyrinth to a hero like you?
* Quest!
* Back Taurus: Auughhh! Yet another runty hero determined to prove themself by picking on an isolated shackle-laden - : I could leave and let you finish your misery- wallowing in private, if you'd like. And I'm not runty. You're just overlarge. Taurus: Oh, sure. Insult me now, too. It isn't enough that you felt the need to flaunt your combat skills when it's plain to see I'm out of practice. : You looked comfortable enough thrusting that massive chunk of metal at my face while we were fighting. I wouldn't really call you "out of practice." Taurus: Well, you'd pick up some tricks, too, if you had apprentices breaking into your prison as a rite of passage once every couple months or so. Taurus: And most of them could barely lift their blades, let alone attack with them. Taurus: I wouldn't have minded so much, except none of them were strong enough to remove these shackles. Taurus: Some power in the metal keeps me from leaving, and I can't pry them off. : Is that why you challenged Zeuster? To find someone with the strength to help you? : And wouldn't having to fight you make them... you know... not want to help you? Taurus: Fight the chickencow? Oh, no. I just have this thing about gods. Can't stand them. The stories my parents used to tell me about them... Taurus: *shudder* Making them mad gives me a bit of amusement in between racing dirtbeetles and using discarded bones as building blocks. : So why are you stuck down here? Taurus: Completely unfounded accusations! Just because I *look* like a monster and attacked a few sheepfarmers... : Uh huh. Taurus: You aren't going to help me with these shackles, are you? : Well, it's just... I used to have a weapon that worked really well as a can opener. But then I wanted something stronger, so I sold it. : Looks like I'm not going to be able to hel- Thesis: Can't... quite... reach... little closer... Thesis: A little help here? Thesis: Hey, hey ! You remind me of the hero. : What hero? Thesis: The hero with the power. : What power? What's he talking about? Taurus: He's delusional. Claims to be a Prince every now and then. I mostly keep him around for the comic relief. It gets boring down here. Thesis: I AM the Goblin King! : It must get really boring if you'd choose that over nice, uncrazy silence.
* Complete Quest
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