Work calls

Just as you are about to open your mouth and answer, a rough sounding voice calls out, “You, on the bike, you coming or not? Quit pissing off the locals and get moving.” You turn to see a lanky but sort of scary dude on a huge black horse with sort of ghostly transparent hooves that seem surrounded by a little plume of smoke. He turns away after speaking and rides away, his horse not really making a sound.

“Sorry gotta go.” You say to the guards with a frightened smile.

What follows is sort of surreal. As a group of a dozen people, 9 on actual horses, yourself on your bike, the dude on the creepy ghost horse and a guy riding what you have to say is a big magic frisbee, ride in near silence for at least seven hours till you see two big bugs the size of a dump truck. All of you then set to work filling them with lead, fire, acid bolts, arrows, and mostly just beat them down with big swords and axes. Watching all this unfold is completely terrifying, one guy, the one on the flying thingie, takes a huge blob of spit from both of the bugs simultaneously and is basically liquified. A very strong guy with an axe is ripped open and tossed aside like a discarded rag doll, but after the battle seems perfectly fine and asks, “That was fun right?” In the aftermath a skeezy looking 5’9” dude in head to toe black leather digs through several piles of poop and clearly found something that made him happy but he didn’t say what and no one else seemed to care. An odd little dude dressed like a simple villager that was hurling bolts of fire the entire battle takes both creatures eyes and slips them in a little red pouch. You have no idea if you are supposed to be picking through whatever but the wizard does walk up to you and hand you 55 gold, adding, “A bonus.” As he does.

Eventually the others begin to depart leaving you with a few tidbits of information. First your guns might be magic but they are way less effective than basically everything the others were using. Next guns must be rather rare or seen as an expensive novelty as out of the twelve people there only one other had a gun, a 12 gauge shotgun, and after the fight you saw him cast a similar spell to yours and create a bunch of ammo to replace his stock. He also had a spell that seemed to gather all the lead out of the dead monsters. Sadly after you watched him do all of this he looked at you, laughed a bit, and said, “Go buy a rifle ya dumb bitch.” Before that you were thinking about asking him a few questions. Instead you end up just looking around till only you and 2 others that you have heard talking about tracking the creatures back to their lair. It would seem they aren’t even sure if these creatures have a lair.

Finally one of them asks, the one that was picking through the crap, “Are you coming too?”