Terrance888
Discord Reigns
A Golden Goblet of Grain
Pharon walked along the Nule alone. Well, technically not alone, because that bastard Krunnar, "Ranger of the West" keeps sending his rangers to keep a watch on him. What? As if he is still a child? He's the King of the Golden Land! He can do as he want!
Pharon thinks about Satura alone. Well, technically not alone, because that bastard Jocasta, "Mistress of the Interior" keeps popping into his head with her little wittisms. "We thirst for beer!" she says. "Caravaneers want guards!"
His good humor ruined, he turned and sat on a rock next to the river. He was really thirsty, but after watching what people do in the water... He just wants to burn it into a crisp and cleanse it with the flames of the Golden Sun. He rubbed his crown and whispered. "I wish I have a decent drink."
Like magic, a caravaneer ran over, a jar balanced precariously on his head. "Zulappi Beer! Best of the land! Cleanest Beer! Quenching Beer! Be a Bear; Drink our Beer!" He walked infront of the king. "Ah, Pharon, we bring the Best Beer of the Beyond. Have a taste!" The merchant took out a golden goblet. "To your strange customs, let the Golden Goblet of Grain flow through your Gullet!"
Pharon looked at the goblet, looked at his crown, and started rubbing it harder, shouting, "I wish I can bring enough beer for all!" Laughing now, he downed the drink and stood up.
Just beyond the curve of the river, in the distance he can see a crown of stone on a mountaintop.
"There be Zulappi, the land of beer" said the merchant.
Pharon started running towards the distant mirage. Hooting in joy as he passed through the Caravan. Some of them looked scratched up and wounded. "The King!" they cried. "Protect us!" they begged.
"Hey Krunner you Kunt, here's some idiots who want you to be their Big Brother! Take care of them! And That's an order!" grinned Pharon, to the cheering of the Caravaneers. Pharon the Farseer was just about to clear the caravan when he ran into a fellow clad with stone spheres.
"Ouch!" they cried. Then they looked at each other. "Who are you?" asked the strange man. Pharon shrugged and rubbed his crown. "I wish I know what to do with this guy."
Jocasta interrupted his throughts by plugging in, "He owns the beer, WE THIRST FOR BEER!".
"THAT'S IT!" Shouted Pharon. "You have beer?"
"Damned by the Stones if we don't" replied the man.
"I wish for a piece of gold!" Pharon said, stroking the Crown. Then he looked on his goblet and said "Oh." He turns to the Man. "Hey, I have gold, you have grain. Let's drink from the Golden Goblet of Grain together!"
Silence.
He rubbed it one more time. "I wish I always know what to do next."
Jocasta suddenly appeared and sat next to him. "I'll always be here, just far enough so you don't grope me."
Damn.
He rubbed it again and said, "Get rid of Jocasta."
She stayed there.
"I wish to get rid of Jocasta"
She shrugged.
A crown only gives five wishes.
Pharon walked along the Nule alone. Well, technically not alone, because that bastard Krunnar, "Ranger of the West" keeps sending his rangers to keep a watch on him. What? As if he is still a child? He's the King of the Golden Land! He can do as he want!
Pharon thinks about Satura alone. Well, technically not alone, because that bastard Jocasta, "Mistress of the Interior" keeps popping into his head with her little wittisms. "We thirst for beer!" she says. "Caravaneers want guards!"
His good humor ruined, he turned and sat on a rock next to the river. He was really thirsty, but after watching what people do in the water... He just wants to burn it into a crisp and cleanse it with the flames of the Golden Sun. He rubbed his crown and whispered. "I wish I have a decent drink."
Like magic, a caravaneer ran over, a jar balanced precariously on his head. "Zulappi Beer! Best of the land! Cleanest Beer! Quenching Beer! Be a Bear; Drink our Beer!" He walked infront of the king. "Ah, Pharon, we bring the Best Beer of the Beyond. Have a taste!" The merchant took out a golden goblet. "To your strange customs, let the Golden Goblet of Grain flow through your Gullet!"
Pharon looked at the goblet, looked at his crown, and started rubbing it harder, shouting, "I wish I can bring enough beer for all!" Laughing now, he downed the drink and stood up.
Just beyond the curve of the river, in the distance he can see a crown of stone on a mountaintop.
"There be Zulappi, the land of beer" said the merchant.
Pharon started running towards the distant mirage. Hooting in joy as he passed through the Caravan. Some of them looked scratched up and wounded. "The King!" they cried. "Protect us!" they begged.
"Hey Krunner you Kunt, here's some idiots who want you to be their Big Brother! Take care of them! And That's an order!" grinned Pharon, to the cheering of the Caravaneers. Pharon the Farseer was just about to clear the caravan when he ran into a fellow clad with stone spheres.
"Ouch!" they cried. Then they looked at each other. "Who are you?" asked the strange man. Pharon shrugged and rubbed his crown. "I wish I know what to do with this guy."
Jocasta interrupted his throughts by plugging in, "He owns the beer, WE THIRST FOR BEER!".
"THAT'S IT!" Shouted Pharon. "You have beer?"
"Damned by the Stones if we don't" replied the man.
"I wish for a piece of gold!" Pharon said, stroking the Crown. Then he looked on his goblet and said "Oh." He turns to the Man. "Hey, I have gold, you have grain. Let's drink from the Golden Goblet of Grain together!"
Silence.
He rubbed it one more time. "I wish I always know what to do next."
Jocasta suddenly appeared and sat next to him. "I'll always be here, just far enough so you don't grope me."
Damn.
He rubbed it again and said, "Get rid of Jocasta."
She stayed there.
"I wish to get rid of Jocasta"
She shrugged.
A crown only gives five wishes.