Meet a traveler on the road

The roads of The Kingdom are smooth as silk. I almost don’t’ need the horse to pull my cart along. I honestly feel like all I need is a hill to build up some momentum, and I’ll just ride that all the way to Crossroads and my inevitable doom.

Sorry, I’m still a little bitter about that. What do they expect me to do? I guess I should be using this journey to consider that, and not just pout about my lot in life. A few days ago I thought I was the luckiest guy alive, now I’m certain I’m going to die. Fate, huh?

I gotta say though, the outside world is gorgeous. The grass, the flowers, all that wheat. This place is da bomb no wonder Bellowyn wants to conquer it.

I wave at one of the simple minded peons tilling the land as I pass on by. How sad they are, living life without the slightest clue that they could be so much more fulfilled by following Bellowyn to a beautiful oblivion.

All in good time.

First, I must throw myself on Crossroad’s spears, to prove something. I don’t know what it is, pride, or maybe just stupidity. Sure, I could just ignore what Glenda told me, and take off on my own mission, but what if Bellowyn really did want me to go to crossroads? It’d be stupid and blasphemous to deny her even a single desire.

I’m sorry about all of this by the way. You were promised some epic story about an evil overlord conquering the land, and I’m just… I dunno some whiny guy. There are probably better heralds for you to follow, I know the tales of a few of them. I could tell you someday, if you wanted. They’re pretty awesome. I’m just having trouble seeing myself as one of them.

I dunno, I’m sorry. I’ll shut up now. We’ve got a long journey.

The days go by, and which each one I fall even more in love with the land. I camp on the side of the road, and eat bread. I’ve never been alone for this long, it’s honestly pretty great. Then after a few days of travel the farmland breaks, and gives way to a hilly, and tree covered expanse. We’re close to Crossroads now. I can find myself on the map.

Well not long after the road begins snaking around a forest, I spot a woman laid out on the side of the road. I urge my horse forward, and gag at the trail of blood I see she’s left on the ground. It looks like a bloody snail had been the way. “Hey!” I shout from my cart. “Are you alive?”

She’s wearing armor, and had a sword stashed in its scabbard. Her long blonde hair is matted with viscera and dirt. She’s laying on her stomach, so I can’t see the wound that’s done this to her. “Help me.” She gurgles.

That’s good enough for me. I jump off my cart, and with all my strength flip her over. She’s quite heavy in that armor. “Ooh goodness.” I gasp as I see the wound across her stomach. A claw had shredded the metal of her armor, and her insides with a single swipe. It’s pretty upsetting.

She grunts and sends curses my way as I move her.

“I’m sorry. You’re going to be alright. I’m an alchemist. I’m going to make you a healing potion okay?” She nods, thick blood pouring out of her lips as she does. “Oh geez.” I wince. “Okay, okay I’m going.”

I run back to my cart where The Cauldron of Corruption is bubbling with a base reagent. All I need to do is throw in a few ingredients, and a healing potion is on it’s way. I look through my supplies, and see that I already have three devilish potions cooked up. All I need do, is pour one into the soup, to taint the healing potion with it.

How fun.

I get to balance my karma by doing a good deed, and corrupting this adventurer. What could be better.

I glance at the potions, and consider my options. A potion of Lust, guaranteed to get me laid by the end of the day. An Elixir of Goblin Fertility, which will give her the reproductive system of a goblin. Or a Minor Mutagen, aka Chaos in a jar. It’ll give her a tiny mutation, and that’s the only sure fire thing I can say about it, it’s so random who knows what it could be?

We’re going to go with The Elixir of Goblin Fertility. Right now I have to start thinking about building my resources and thinking about how I’m going to conquer Crossroads. Getting laid is fun, but that will come later. As for the mutagen, it’s just too wild to use right now. Who knows what I’ll get. With the Elixir I can start building up an army of goblins if things go well.

So, I uncork that, and begin to pour it into the mix. The red healing liquid turns a ruddy brown when mixed the my bright green potion. Other than that, nothing explodes so I must have done something right. I pour the contents into a flask, and rush over to the adventurer, praying that she’s not already dead and gone.

I kneel next to her, and very gently press the flask to her full lips. She guzzles it down like a pro, and lets out a sign. It doesn’t take long for my potion to go into effect. Her skin starts squishing and shifting as her flesh repairs itself. The hole in her stomach closes up, and mends back together without even leaving a scar. She sighs as if life has been breathed into her, no doubt feeling very thankful.

I stand up, pleased with my work. She’s alive, and as we speak those same organs I just fixed are already curdling and corrupting, into the vile and primitive stuff of a goblin. It brings me no end of satisfaction to think of it. I’m really going to enjoy this job. Elizabeth Blackwind +4CP (13 Corruption)

There’s that feeling again. Another soul saved from purity, and goodness.

I looked down at my prize. Saving her also kind of guarantees that I’m going to get laid, know what I mean? Who can say no to a hero? “Need a ride home?”

I see her scared and relieved look quickly turn into a scowl. I’m too slow to notice her hand curling into a fist, or her body torquing to deliver that fist right into my balls. The girl has a fucking cannon for an arm. I fly backwards, hit the ground, and all I can see, hear, or feel is the pain in my junk. I’ve had my dick tortured, burned, stuck with needles, bit, clawed, stepped on but nothing, absolutely nothing compares to this pain right now.

I can’t take it.

I’m out.