Sprig
めんどくさい
Night Zero
Lightfang the Laughing King invited all the guests inside the banquet hall. They all trooped inside lured by the smell of the wonderful food and drink awaiting them. There however seems to be a problem as their were only 22 places set at the table and somehow their number had increased to 29. The Guests looked at each other blankly for a moment and then there was a mad dash and scrambling of chairs as guests tried secure their place. The King Roared with Laughter and the mad scramble and nodded Seon the Mage you conjured up another table from nowhere. Not to be out done the Civplayah the Eater of Dreams, summoned the chairs and dinnerware. Soon all the Guest were comfortably seated and enjoying a fine feast.
After the meal some took there leave and wondered around the grounds or found nice comfy places to let the wine and food settle. All of a sudden there was a mad scream and Sprig the Mayor, came running back into the Banquet hall. There was an unmistakable look of terror on his face the there was the unmistakable head of the Cruel Taskmaster in his arms. All eyes turn to him and the bodiless head in his arms and the Mayor stopped in front of the King.
“the Mayor killed the Taskmaster” yelled out the Landlubber the Drunken Pirate.
“Don’t be silly!” Said the King. “I think you’ll find it was him.”
“Don’t be silly!” Said the King. “I think you’ll find it was him.”
The Laughing King long arm raised up and pointed to the back of the hall. Standing there, larger than life, was a monstrous werewolf holding what remained of the Taskmaster. The look of terror that occupied the face of the Mayor, spread to all those around him. Only Remake20 the Stoned Knight held firm, probably because he didn’t know any better.
“I’ll take care of him” the Stoned Knight yelled
He ran towards the werewolf as if to tackle it. The werewolf paid him little heed and threw the body of the Taskmaster at him. The body connected with the Knight and he slid backwards across the polished floor as the Wolf leaped across the hall in the direction of the Mayor. The Wolfs claws stretched out and latched onto the Mayors left arm.
“Get him” yelled the King, instilling courage into those around him.
The guests that were in the room circled around the werewolf. The Werewolf started spinning around. With his claw still wrapped around the Mayors Left Arm, the Mayor started to spin round with him. The guests tried to close in but the spinning body of the Mayor kept them at a distance. Eventually the Werewolf pulled with such force that the Mayors arm came detached from his body and started to sail through the air. The guests parted to avoid the Flying body and watched it sail through the air towards The Stoned Knight as he was only just getting back to his feet. With a great ‘Thud’ the Mayors body collided with the Knight. The Werewolf leaped through the created opening and bounded towards the Door. He stopped and turned.
“I am not the only Werewolf here. Can you find us all before we kill you? I think not” He spat.
He then turned and disappeared into the Palace Grounds. The Mayor lay helpless on the floor tangles up with the Knight. Blood poured profusely out of his arm socket covering the unlucky Knight in red ooze. The guests circle around the Mayor and one guest even offered a hand to help pick the poor Knight up.
“Do you think he is dead” ventured one wary guest.
“If he is dead, why is he still bleeding?” countered another.
“If he is dead, why is he still bleeding?” countered another.
The mayor was indeed still alive, his mouth was full of blood, he knew who his attacker was. He tried to say the name. but all that came out was a garbled sound.
“See, he is still alive” Declared the previous Speaker
“Someone should save him“ Suggested the Foolish Slave.
“Not me” Said the Knight “He freaking bleed all over me, it was disgusting!”
“Someone should save him“ Suggested the Foolish Slave.
“Not me” Said the Knight “He freaking bleed all over me, it was disgusting!”
All the guests looked blankly at each other. None of them wanted to be covered in blood either. The Laughing King Strolled over at looked at the body.
“Will you look at that! He is changing colour”
And indeed the poor Mayor was. He had turned a deathly white.
“Maybe he just needs some food” Said the Bloody Butcher
Everyone agreed this was a good idea, and sent the Mighty Dragon-Slayer to go fetch some chicken. He ran across to the table and picked up a chicken drumstick. He ran all the way back and forced it into the mouth of the Mayor.
“That should do the trick” He declared proudly
“Wait!” Cried out the Foolish Slave again. “He is changing colour again”
“Cool, we should place bets on which colour he will turn!” Grinned the Pretentious Goblin
“Wait!” Cried out the Foolish Slave again. “He is changing colour again”
“Cool, we should place bets on which colour he will turn!” Grinned the Pretentious Goblin
Whoever bet Blue, won a decent stash. With the chicken lodged in his windpipe, there was no chance the Mayor could tell them who the werewolf was. He died slowly cursing each of the guests in vain. The King looked at the Mayor die. A weird look of delight was on his face. He tuned slowly to the Duke Blackstone the Mighty Dragon-Slayer.
“Here have a cookie”
“Gee, thanks” Replied the Dragon-Slayer as he happily munched away.
“Gee, thanks” Replied the Dragon-Slayer as he happily munched away.
And with that the guests left the body of the Mayor and went to sleep for the night. In the morning they all woke up nice and refreshed, excited for the next day and the fun and games that awaited them.
*Forgive any spelling mistakes.
*Also there is creative licence. Those characters and names mentioned are not excluded in anyway of being Guilty.