A mission with a fat noble man.

The trip to Helos wasn’t long since the horses did most of the work. We spent the ride talking during breaks, letting the horses rest. After a while, the city of Helos presented itself to us.

Helos wasn’t a big city, but it thrived on the collective effort of its citizens. Known for its vibrant marketplace and skilled artisans, the city was a hub of activity where goods ranging from finely crafted weapons to exotic spices were traded. Its strategic location and hardworking populace hinted at a future where Helos could rise as one of Greece’s prominent cities. Its growing marketplace was becoming renowned for trade. Perhaps, in a few years, Helos would rise as one of the prominent cities in Greece. As we entered the marketplace, the crowd bustled with activity.

“Looks like we’re not the only ones looking for a good trade today,” Arbos said, scanning the lively scene. “No problem; we’ll just make a better pitch. Kayn, Ikaro, head to the blacksmith and make the delivery. I’ll sell the goods and see what rumors I can gather about the meteor.”
Ikaro nodded. “Come on, Kayn, follow me.” He led the way toward the forge. As we arrived, Gregory, the blacksmith, greeted us warmly.

“Ikaro! Good to see you, lad. I see you’ve brought a friend today.”

“Gregory, good to see you too. This is Kayn. He’s a... friend visiting my father. I figured I’d show him Helos and get him to help with deliveries,” Ikaro explained smoothly.

I saluted Gregory, who gave me a welcoming nod. “Well, any friend of the old man is a friend of mine. Welcome to Helos, Kayn, and my humble shop. Ikaro, leave the horses here to drink some water and come inside. We’ve got business to attend to.”

The forge’s heat hit us as we stepped inside. Ikaro handed over the weekly delivery—a mix of food, berries, and other goods—and Gregory paid promptly. Afterward, he showed us around, proudly displaying his latest work.

“Look at this beauty, Ikaro,” Gregory said, holding up a finely crafted silver sword. The blade’s design was intricate, an impressive testament to his skill.

Ikaro whistled appreciatively. “That’s a fine sword. Who’s it for?”
Gregory’s expression grew serious. “That’s why I need your help. It’s meant for the Archon, but the box to present it in has been stolen.”

“Why not just get a new one?” Ikaro asked, puzzled.

“Because that box is a piece of art as well and I can’t gift it to Archon just like this… It needs to be a special gift.” Gregory explains.

“Ok, so what do you want us to do?” Ikaro asks.

“I need you to help me get it back… I know who stole it, it was that fat bastard Vassos from the rich part of town. He knew what I was cooking here so he did his own gift for the Archon… He’s gift is an absolute piece of garbage may I add but a piece of garbage can look like a jewel with the right lie.” Gregory says with an angry tone explaining what happened.

Ikaro frowned. “So, you want us to risk our necks for your box? All for you to impress the Archon?”

“I’ll pay you handsomely,” Gregory offered. “I know this is a lot to ask, but I wouldn’t come to you if I didn’t trust you could handle it.”

Ikaro sighed, motioning for me to follow him outside. “What do you think?” he asked seriously, his brow furrowed with concern. I hesitated, grappling with the weight of his words. Despite the straightforward request, I could sense Ikaro’s underlying anxiety—he valued my input, but also worried about the risks. This was no ordinary decision; it felt tied to something greater, something we both couldn’t quite articulate yet.

“When you mentioned deliveries, I didn’t expect this,” I admitted.

“Yeah, it’s usually calmer. But listen, Kayn, Gregory isn’t a liar. If he says he’ll pay, he means it. That money could really help the farm. I won’t **** you, but it’s your choice.”

I pondered a little thinking about it but my sense of companionship gets the better of me. “And to leave you alone against a big bad Fat nobleman who spends his days drinking wine and gambling? Are you crazy?” I say charismatically

“That’s the spirit!” Ikaro says his usual attitude returning. We both return to Gregory’s office “Ok, tell us what the plan is.” Ikaro says.

“Vassos smelling butt is on his inside doing his usual gambling fights, that box is probably hidden on his chambers so while one of you distracts him the other will steal the box.” Gregory explains.

“Sounds solid, what do you think Brother?” Ikaro asks.

“Hmm if he’s as greedy as Gregory says then he will be too entertained looking at the amount of money the people are betting to guard the box… I think I can work a distraction somehow.” I say

“Very well then let’s get that fucking box and you better have our reward when we come back, I will be really pissed off if you screw us over.” Ikaro says pointing a finger at Gregory.

“The money will be there.” Gregory defends himself.

Ikaro and I left the forge and head towards the east part of the city and into Vassos house and dog pits.

Vassos was a noble fatman who overjoyed on spending his money, probably earned in dirty schemes or earned by dear daddy, on gambling and fights like this one. Vassos’ mansion reeked of excess. The dog pits were packed with shouting gamblers, and Vassos himself lounged, wine in hand, barking orders.

“Ok this is it, I will climb to the roof and find my way to his chambers, I will a way to get in and out… any ideas?” Ikaro says looking at me and scanning the area.

I look at the dog fight going on and seeing Vassos enjoying himself drinking wine from the fight.
“Yeah I have one though is absolutely idiotic.”

“Well suicidal plans are my preferred way of doing things so shoot.” Ikaro says

“I will get on the dog pit.” I say to him with conviction

“I didn’t know you had a tail and a collar.” Ikaro jest

“I didn’t know you could climb walls with that belly… maybe you have wings on that back” I tease him back as I move forward towards the pit “Good luck, brother” I say to Ikaro with a wink as we execute our plan.

“Good luck, Brother” Ikaro says as he sneaks his way onto the chamber.

I approach the area keeping a sight on Vassos as he drinks his wine and grabs the butt of whore he probably bought for the night. As the current dogfight comes to an end I sneak my way and jump into the pit alone and looking upwards facing Vassos.

“Well well looks like a dog lost his collar.” Vassos says at the crowd while looking at me and joking “Come on idiot get off the pit before my guards cut your head off.”

“No.” I say

“No? you dumb, or have you been hit in your head so bad your hair turned white?” Vassos says jesting, gaining a big laugh from the crowd of gamblers.

“I heard you held the best fights in the city… You see I’m a good boxer myself.” I say making a show to the crowd

“ha you think’? AM I OR AM I NOT THE BEST PITLORD OF HELOS???” Vassos says as the whole crowd cheers on “Now, if you want to inscribe yourself on HUMAN fights, you need to do it tomorrow. Today is dog fights.” Vassos says while motioning a finger towards the guards to remove me from the pit.

As I notice the guards moving on me I see Ikaro on the top floor motioning me that he found his way into the chamber and I need to give him more time to find the box.

“WAIT! What if we make a deal?” I say as the crowd look at me intrigued

Vassos stops his guards raising an eyebrow clearly intrigued by my boldness asks “And what sort of deal are you proposing? What can a beggar like you offer me a man of riches?”

“Not much, but my life. I’m on top shape and will probably make one hell of a ****.” I propose to him

“Well… you do.” I clearly gotten Vassos full attention.

“I challenge your best fighter to a fist fight. If I won, I get to walk free.” I propose the crowd cheering

Vassos smiles seeing the excitement of the crowd and the people already moving a lot more money than the dog fight clearly excited to bet “And if you lose your life is mine. Very well then, I will grant you your wish.” Vassos stands up and calls forth his best fighter “ANTIKLES SHOW HIM WHY YOU ARE THE KING OF THE PIT” he says as the crowd goes crazy while as his best guard jumps on the pit after removing his armor, the mountain of a man hoping on the pit making the ground shake with his strength only seen by heroes like Hercules.

“Well well looks like I have bug to step on.” Antikles says trying to intimidate me seeing how I’m a lot smaller than him despite being pretty tall myself but compared to his giant size I’m nothing.

“I can see that the champion also lacks a brain by the way he talks, tell me did it take all of your skills to come up with that kids insult?” I say the crowd laughing and the giant man getting really angry as he charges head on to me. I manage to dodge his first attacks, but I know this is going to be a hard fight.

“YOU ARE PRETTY FAST LITTLE BUG BUT I’M THE CHAMPION!” Antikles says as the crowd cheer him on as his first fist lands on me spilling some blood from me.

I feel shaken by the giant hit as it hits like Zeus thunderbolt, but I need to be strong Ikaro needs me. I kept on dodging and moving fast keeping a fast movement and stance as I start landing hits on him not making much damage but getting him annoyed at least.

“HAHAH IT’S THAT THE BEST YOU GOT?!” Antikles says as he hits me one more time sending me to the ground as the crowd went nuts cheering.

As I lay on the floor with blood spilling out of my mouth I have that female voice again. “Get up Kayn, this is not your fate. This… Beast is nothing, but grain of sand compared to your strength. Now stop playing around and show him what you can do.” I feel the energy course through again as I feel my fire imbued in a blue fire of power and my strength returning feeling like a god.

“Hey dumb fuck” I stand up spreading my arms wide in defiance “It’s that the best YOU got?” I say as the crowd cheers on.

That hit the right spot on Antikles as he gets angry seeing his fans cheer for me and charge again this time I charge as well and take a jump hitting him perfectly in his face. My punch felt like a horse hitting Antikles as it spills some blood out of him.

Grabbing his bleeding lips “How did you- HOW DID YOU DO THAT? IT’S IMPOSSIBLE” Antikles says angry but I don’t let him breath as I release a charge of punches onto his chest each of them leaving a burning mark of my flaming fists on his muscles and destroying him in the fight, wave after wave of hits hitting the right spot and I finish him off with an uppercut that send him flying and into the pit ground completely knock out. The crowd are for a moment silent but after a couple of seconds they go completely crazy cheering on after the great fight they just witnessed.

Vassos was angry of course seeing his champion losing but decided to step up again and say, “Well I guess I underestimated you white hair.”

“Understatement of the century” I say as I get off the pit with the help of the guards above me.

“Well a deal is a deal… you can walk free… but then again I think you are tood good of a fighter to let go easily.” Vassos motions his guard to hold me on place as the two guards behind me grab me by the arms.

“Never trust an noble fatass my mother told me. Guess I didn’t listen to her.” I reply to Vassos as his two guards hold me.

“It’s just good business White hair.” Vassos says as he smiles, As I look up again I see Ikaro showing me that he has the box. Ikaro points towards a lit fire bowl he can use to cause a distraction.

“Well too bad I can’t stay.” I reply to Vassos.

“Huh? You don’t see the two guards holding you?” Vassos says.

“Oh they are not the problem, your blindness it’s the real one” I say as Ikaro throws the bowl setting a small fire in the house causing a great distraction and madness in the crowd as a chaos ensues, Seeing my opening I elbow both guards with what’s left of my energy and make my way outside escaping while hiding with the crowd and regrouping with Ikaro as Vassos tries to stop the chaos in his house.

“DAMN YOU WHITE HAIR I WILL FIND YOU AND I WILL KILL YOU” Vassos screamed as we both escaped.

After a couple of minutes hiding our tracks and finding a good hiding spot Ikaro and I finally settle down for a second to talk and catch our breath.

While panting and recovering our breaths, “So, do you, have it?” I ask

Ikaro show the jeweled handcrafted box “Yeah, right here.”

“I got my ass beat by a giant idiot just for this fucking box?” I ask while also joking

“Well yes and you did one hell of job for it, thank you Kayn. I really mean it.” Ikaro says truthfully

“No problem, it was fun besides the whole beating and that.” I say joking

“You should have seen that fat ass face as he saw his house burning… It was priceless. Also, I wrecked his room, so he probably doesn’t know Gregory stole his box and probably making him believe this was part of a heist or something.” Ikaro says as we both laugh.

We continue to chat while trying to find a way to return to Gregory safely, It doesn’t take long and we returned to the forge safely.

“Here you have it.” Ikaro says as he places the box on Gregory anvil “Your stupid fucking box, now pay up.”

Gregory is shocked we manage to pull this off perfectly “I- I can’t believe it, THANK YOU LADS I WILL NEVER FORGET IT.” Gregory says thankful “Here you have it, 1000 Drachms plus 100 more for making sure that Fat fuck house is wrecked.”

Ikaro and I accept his reward and leave the forge satisfied with how the job went down.

“Well know to meet up with dad at the bar, God I could really kill for a drink. What do you say Kayn? Drinks are on me.” He says while playing with the bag of Drachms.

“Absolutely, my head is killing me.” I say as we both laugh and make our way to the bar while joking and talking about our last adventure.