ADVENTURE! But mostly ...

Your tiny group had been wandering along the path for several hours, Kaelynn the Elf being placed in charge of you, not that you minded much. She didn't pull very hard on your lead, and every few minutes would pat your side or rub your nose, cooing words of encouragement.

Through the journey, you'd learned the angry boy's name, Brandon the Barbearian, the glowing guy's name was Polick, and the knife boy was Dude, although the other three also called him 'Man' and 'Dickhead'.

Also Polick was the head, choosing the route, grazing times, and peacekeeping, so Kaelynn must have been his mate, females belonged to the strongest, right?

"Are we there yet?" Brandon shouted, his teeth bared. "My feet hurt!" He added, as if he needed a reason to be upset.

"Hmm, we're maybe halfway there. If we hurry, we should make it in time for dinner, so we'll be able to logout safely." Polick replied, shielding his eyes from the sun as it peeked through the trees.

"Couldn't be just logout now, and let our characters finish the Quest while we get a snack, then we could skip this tedium, and get to the fun stuff." Dude/Man/Dickhead said.

"Yeah, as cute as Mr. Moo-Moo is, my sister was showing her new familiar, a racoon or fox critter. Where are they, I want to cuddle them so much!" Kaelynn whined.

"A foxish raccoony critter," "Hehe, critter." Man/Dickhead/Dude giggled." "As I was saying, that could be a number of creatures, did she say where she found it, or what level she is?" Polick asked the sole female.

"Umm, she's only like level 14 or so, and she said she got him as a Quest reward in Sandy Springs..." Kaelynn sounded very uncertain, a feeling you empathized with.

"Oh, she must be a Ranger, I'd heard there was a new class-specific Quest over there. I've got some bad news for you, Sandy Springs is a town located in the desert, along the Syrene River, that's a Level 30 area." Polick informed her, all the information starting to make your head spin.

"What, but Bella said she's only Level 14, how'd she do it then?" Kaelynn said, a soft sniffling being heard from the redhead.

Although she wasn't listening, you still heard Polick whisper, "Nice job, Dylan, you could've told her it's a Fetch-Quest, so levels are meaningless, but no, you had to make the girl cry. I'm never gonna get laid at this rate."

"Hey, stop crying, this boring ass Quest is giving me a headache, and you ain't helping!" Man/ Dude ordered.

Kaelynn snapped on him, a greenish glow covering her hand as she slugged him, small bumps rising on his face. "Shut up Dick! Have fun with your poison ivy rash!" The redhead hissed.

"Well, if you guys are going to fight, I'ma borrow our friend here to rest." Brandon said, slinging one of his legs over your back as he tried to climb atop you.

Hell no! You weren't some 'Mount', although you had no clue what made an animal a mount, save that people rode them, but not you! You made your displeasure known, jerking around, trying to throw this moooron off!

You finally succeeded, the angry boy flying several feet away as he landed in a heap, the other three laughing.

"Haha, you ate shit man!" Man? laughed, pointing a finger at the slowly recovering boy.

"Grr, stupid cow!" Brandon, or was he Man? roared, pulling an axe from his back as he ran at you, swinging his axe at you.

You gave a loud bellow as the metal sank into your side, thankfully stopped by your bones as the boy pulled back, ready to go in for a second swing only for a vine to wrap around his hands.

"Stop it Bran! Don't kill the fucking Quest escort! Pol will heal you up, and we'll get this done." Kaelynn tried to calm him down, but no one was telling you sorry! Or trying to stop you! Maybe some of the blood had gotten into your eyes because all you could see was RED!

MROOO!!! You gave a furious bellow, swinging your horns at the offending boy, if he wanted a fight, you'd show why you were head of herd!

All the adventurers looked shocked as the bull they were supposed to be escorting suddenly attacked, sinking one of his horns into Brandon's gut, blood pouring out. NOT ENOUGH, HE WASN'T DEAD ENOUGH!!! With a second cleave, Brandon vanished in a swirl of golden dust, a small bag hanging limply from your horn as you gave a triumphant MROOOO! to the heavens.

You turned for more enemies, the call for blood still roaring in your ears, the call for battle thrumming throughout your body. You saw more red, and started to charge, only for a sweet voice to whisper in your ear.

"Hey hEy, calm do_w_n buddy, calm down." You wanted to resist, but you found your newfound strength leaving your body, a low Moo your only complaint as you sagged, falling to one side as fire ignited from your flank.

Mooooooooooooo... moooo... You cried, your vision fading as Polick walked over, clutching his glowy symbol, pressing it into your wound as a feeling like cool water after a hot day washed over you, robbing you of the pain as you gave a content Moo, lolling your head against him as he looked at you worriedly.

"Haha, what a fucking loser!" Dickhead Dude Man shouted, holding his sides as he doubled over laughing. "He got wasted by a fucking COW! He shouldn't even respawn, he should just delete his account now!" He continued laughing as Kaelynn looked worriedly between her two male companions.

"Hehe, he did look pretty dumb, getting owned by a basic bitch mob." Polick chuckled as Kaelynn gave a soft smile, laughing along with her group as you looked on.

"Okay, we'll have to make camp here I guess." Polick said, standing to his feet. "Brandon's respawned back at base, and it'll take him a while to make the journey since apparently no one but me marks Quick-Travel points." He added, Kaelynn raising her hand, "I did as well."

"Anyways, we'll wait for him to regroup, and then we'll finish this Quest." Polick ordered as the trio split up, each setting up their own tents, leaving you resting on the ground, your lead tied around a nearby tree.