Bounty Hunters

“Surrender, pirate, or be killed like the dog you are!” A dozen well-armed men had burst through the door. “There’s a bounty of 10,000 gold on your… head…” Their voices trailed off as they saw not the unarmed, naked man they were expecting, but a hugely muscled demon-beast. With a roar of fury, Morganth pulled out of Idressa, and turned to face his attackers.

He lashed out with a clawed fist, throwing a man across the room in a spray of blood. Mistress Zemithar would be furious, Idressa thought as she cowered in one corner. An attack like this was a violation of the privacy, safety and neutrality she’d carefully cultivated for ‘The Dragon’s Lover’, and she would enact a terrible ****. And the damage to the furnishings would only make things worse.

Crossbow bolts stabbed into the Morganth-demon’s iron-hard flesh, and blades slashed at him, but he ignored them, meeting out vicious punishment to his attackers. But then a blast of flame flared outwards, impacting on his chest. It seemed there was a mage amongst the bounty hunters.

Morganth fell, an ugly black burn on his chest. With a cry of concern, Idressa rushed to his side. As she placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, the pirate muttered a few words, and the room disappeared, replaced by swirling blackness.

Idressa had never been through a teleport before, but when the swirl cleared, to be replaced by an entirely new scene.