Hunt

It was a warm summer day of year 1551. Walking by the main road around the forest, a group of friends were progressing to its destination, a big city of Cainsmore. It was a long journey. They leaved behind them burned villages and massacred people, and days were shrouded with breath of decay and death. On several occasions fellowship would get lost in the woods, and it took them some time to get on the main road again. They had with themselves some beef and water. Leader of the group, black knight by the name Apostle Hand, was riding on a beautiful dark horse skillfuly avoiding trash that came before him on the road. Apostle Hand was serving an obscure demon Belphegor, by selling his soul to him he gained certain powers that would help him in battle. He was a skillful fighter, wore a shining black armor with beautiful intarsions, and wielded a greatsword he called 'Black Steel'. He also wore beautiful diamond rings and necklases. Behind him shrouded in shadows was riding Vicious Glen, unscrupulous assassin who could when shrouded in shadows with one swing of his short sword paralyze the enemy and liquidate him by inserting poison in his body through the blade. He wore red studded leather armor. He was also skillful thief and trap maker. And last but not the least, behind him was riding dark necromanser, pale master known as Bone. He was a dark sorcerer skilled in mysteries of dead things. With the help of his staff he could summon zombies, undead warriors who would trash all that stood in their way. Also, with his half-dead hand he could kill oponent with single touch. He wore dark robe with mysterious engravings.

And so the fellowship were riding across middle road around the forest in search of group of rebels, people who raised rebel against current king, evil Borinus Third. Apostle Hand and his companions were elite fighters, best among Borinus death squad, and so he chosed them to find the rebels and eliminate them. Borinus Third was infamous beacause of his cruelty, lack of care for common people and evil deeds he sowed on kingdom. Ordinary people could not bear that for long, and amidst them was formed quite a group of rebels. They killed members of king guard, sabotaged his plans and disrupted him in his rule. Common people supported them, so it was not so easy to find them. However, it was known that main amongst them were so called Purple Dragon Knight, skillful fighter and dangerous man, and handsome of knights and rangers who accompanied him.

Apostle Hand and his companions were riding six hours straight, and were feeling very tired. They decided to make a break and rest some time. They got off their horses and started fire, so they could make tea. They also started eating beef they carried. After meal, Apostle Hand was stuffing tobbaco in his pipe and watched on the road. Vicious Glen was staring at him, curiously examining him.

"Do you think we will find Purple Dragon Knight, Apostle?", he asked him while caressing his short sword.

Apostle Hand exhaled smoke from his lungs and spitted on the ground.

"We will find him, and trust sword in his belly", he replied.

"I hope we will", replied Vicious Glen. "Could you summon your demon to help us?"

Apostle Hand looked him straight in the eyes, with resent on his lips he said to him:

"My master does not bother himself with such mundane things, Vicious Glen. Better shut the fuck up and keep caressing your short sword. I hope it will serve you good."

Vicious Glen spitted on the ground and turned his eyes towards Bone. Bone was calmly sitting on the ground and carresing tip of his fingers, his eyes was staring in some unnamed darkness.

"How about you, Bone? Can your dead servants help us in hunt?"

Bone slowly turned his eyes and looked at him, although behind his eyes was just utter darkness and nothing more.

"My servants will help, when and if need be.", he replied and went on to look somewhere in darkness.

After they drinked tea and smoked some tobbaco, they continued they search. In that moment on the main road appeared harness with horses. Horses were riding some old man with a cap on his head, and on the harness some young girl with blue hear and green eyes was sitting. As they noticed Apostle Hand and his companions, they quickly turned their eyes and began acting like they don't see them. Apostle Hand came before the harness and stopped them.

"Who are you, old man?", he asked.

Old man bowed before Apostle Hand and removed his cap. On his cheeks and nose he had some kind of ugly markings, and Apostle Hand thought that he suffers from plague.

"I am just one ordinary, poor peasant, sir. I am travelling with my daughter to the city. Please, don't hurt us."

From the dark arrow strikes and pierce old man head, so he falls on the ground dead. Vicious Glen comes holding his shortbow with a handfull of arrows. Apostle Hand turned to him with resent in eyes.

"You didn't have to kill him right away, fool. We could examine him first.", he said and turned attention on girl who was frozen from fear. She wore ordinary peasant clothes and cried. Apostle Hand approaches her and put his arm on hers.

"I am sorry about your father, girl. Vicious Glen is not known for his brain power."

Girl turn her eyes to Apostle and looks at him with hope in her eyes.

"What is your name, girl?"

"Mellisa, master. Please, don't hurt me."

"Oh, we won't."

Apostle Hand and his companions hanged the girl on a nearby tree. Apostle Hand was looking at her face as she battled for breath.

"This awaits all friends of Purple Dragon Knight. Know this, girl, as you die."

Soon Apostle Hand and his companions left this place, leaving the girl to hang, as the last sun beams were going through her hair.

Leaving dead old man, horses and harness in flames, and hanged girl, Apostle Hand and his companions carried away with their path. They had to cross still some road until they arrive to Cainsmore, and the road ahead of them was filled with dampness and filth. Wind was blowing through the trees around them and owls were howling. There was sound of other animals, wolves and bears that lived high in the hills. Road filled with silence and crunching of the branches under the foot of the horses was forcing Apostle Hand to think. He was thinking of his wife Morena and their daughters Maria and Helena. He was a good man sometimes before, he thinked for himself. Until the moment he decided to sacrify his wife and daughters to obscure demon Belphegor. Will for power was stronger from his kindness, and it prevailed. It was hard for him to keep thinking of it, so he approached to Vicious Glen who was riding beside him.

"Vicious Glen, these couple of days we have been spending together, you haven't told me anything about yourself."

Vicious Glen was looking at the squirrel on the tree, while his rings on his left hand was shining in different colours.

"There isn't much to say, actually. In youth I was a thug and petty thief, until the Thief Gang didn't recognized my qualities and accepted me in service. I have been progressing from that point, and eventually became assassin in the service of King Borinus. I have usually been involved in political assassinations."

Apostle Hand frowned and pushed his horse further. His heavy black armor with beautiful intarsions somewhat keeped him from moving freely, which Vicious Glen noticed.

"That armor is troubling you, Apostle Hand.", he said and smiled to him.

"It's easy to you with that studded leather armor that you wear. Maybe you are more agile in that, but it won't save you from the strike of two-handed sword."

Bone was approaching them, dressed in black robe. Like he didn't noticed them, he was just making strange noises and pushing his horse further.

"How about you, Bone? How did you get in our small company?", Apostle Hand asked him suspiciously examining him.

Bone didn't even looked at him, he just pushed his horse further and started talking.

"I was disciple of great sorcerer Tesark. I decided to specialize in mysteries of death magic, so I had to spend three days and nights in tomb, surrounded by the ghosts of the dead. I succeded and from that day I have become pale master in service of King Borinus."

"Sweet little company.", Apostle Hand said and continued to ride.

Soon they arrived in unknown parts of the forest. They thread carefully now, because from every side enemy could arrive. Darkness falled on world, and they were covered in it. Apostle lighted his torch to lighten the road. Pushing his horse carefully through the grass, with sadness he remembered his castle which was away thousand killometres. He greatly missed it, but at least it was well guarded by his warriors. Apostle looked at the sky and saw great eagle how he fly above his head high in the trees. Soon after the eagle came up a couple of ravens. His distinguished hearing didn't miss subtle moving of the trees around him. That gave him sign that something is happening. Something dangerous. He stopped riding, and stood still looking out. Waving his hand he stopped Vicious Glen and Bone.

"What is wrong, Apostle?", asked Vicious Glen, nervously looking around.

"I feel someones presence here.", he replied and held down his horse. In that moment, from different points in forest, coming out of darkness, appeared great white wolves, together with some rangers with longbows up in their arms. Finally, from the darkness comes out man in shiny white armor, with longsword in his arm.

"Ambush!", yelled Apostle. "Be prepared, my friends.", he said to his companions and turned to man in shiny white armor, probably leader of enemies they have been surrounded. Man was smiling in his face, approaching him.

"Look, look...ho do we have here? Apostle Hand himself, together with his goons.", said the young man laughing loudly.

"Who are you?"Apostle Hand asked, grasping his great sword.

"We are agents of Purple Dragon Knight, and we have come to judge you. Too much evil and despair you have brought on this country, and it is time to die."

Apostle Hand begun laughing, together with Vicious Glen and Bone.

"Hahaha! Doesn't Purple Dragon Knight have courage to come alone and fights with us, instead of sending his servants?"

Young man in shiny white armor with resent on his lips and righteous anger in his eyes looks at Apostle Hand.

"Purple Dragon Knight has more important things to carry about. Besides, it's not your worry. Don't you have an ounce of soul in yourself, Apostle? What have fair peasants wronged so you burn their villages and properties, killing their wives and children?"

Apostle spit on the ground and wields his greatsword.

"Don't you know my nickname, young man? Chaos Reaper!", he shouts and move forward to man swinging his sword. Incredibly strong hit of his sword almost broked down young man from his feet,but he succeded defending himself, moving to other side and turning the punch. Sounds of steel hitting steel were at the time all that could be heared in the forest while they were crossing their swords. Meanwhile, great white wolves rushed to Vicious Glen and Bone to tear them apart, and rangers were firing arrows at them. One arrow hitted Vicious Glen in arm, but he quickly dissapeared in shadows and with furious speed begun to trash rangers, stabbing them in neck with his short sword, one by one. Bone casted fireball to the wolves, tearing them apart. Obviously these boys didn't stand a chance before Apostle and his crew. Pushing boy to the ground, and keeping point of his sword at his neck, Apostle begun to speak to him.

"Do you have one last wish, warrior?"

Young boy was spitting blood from his mouth and keeping hand on his injured stomache.

"Purple Dragon Knight will avenge our death. Be certain."

Apostle Hand cut the man's throat and leaves him in the mud. But he did got injured in leg in battle, and he slowly walked and searched the battlefield. Always after hard battle he felt some kind of narcosis, and with dreamy eyes he searched his friends through fog. Vicious Glen was sitting on a rock and removing arrow from hand. Bone was standing near him. Blood was spilling from his leg from wolf bite. They were injured, but not beaten. Smoke fire was rising through the forest and coming up to the sky, bloody parts of wolves were lying scattered on the ground, and rangers with their throat cut were watching the sky with their empty eyes. Apostle Hand turned to their friends.

"Hunters have become hunt. Are you alright, my friends? This was not accidental ambush. There's more to come, all until we find Purple Dragon Knight and kill him. Come on, we don't have time to waste."

Apostle and his friends rode the horses and moved on. Soon the darkness was giving place to light, and first signs of dawn appeared. Fellowship was travelling long until they stumble across some tavern.

"We will stay here friends, to refresh ourselves.", said Apostle and rode down from the horse. They gived horses to the farm boy and entered tavern. Their presence alone maked tavern patrons to shiver in fear.

"We will need a room, lots of meat and wine", said Apostle to the tavern boss.

"Of course, master. I will right away get you all you need.", said tavern boss and ordered servant girl to bring them to their room. Fellowship finally settled and begun to rest, eating meat and drinking wine.

Lady Tymora was sitting on her chair while her servant was brushing her hair. She was gentle and fragile, and she always had some kind of illness. She was 18 years old, and whole world was ahead of her. She was surrounded by most luxurious things in her big bedroom. And yet again, she was sad and unhappy, feeling like she was in prison. She was watching through the window in the world filled with people who goes around chasing their jobs.

"Tell me something about him, Mircella.", she asked her servant.

Her servant stopped brushing her hair for a moment, and then she continued talking.

"They say he is most noble man that ever lived in kingdom. He has good heart and soul, and always cares about less fortunate. He often gives them money and take care of him."

Lady Tymora's heart was bumping as she was listening.

"Please, continue. What else people say about him?"

"They say that no one can beat him in single combat. He is very merciful, and never kills if there is no need. By that way he often gets men to fight for him. People say that he will save kingdom from your mad father."

"What else they say?"

"They say that when someone gets killed by his sword, a rose comes out of theirs bodies."

"And love? Does he have a lover?"

"He had big love, but she passed away still young from hard disease. From that day he sworn to himself that he would never again have girlfriend, and that he will always keep her in his heart."

"And how does he look?"

"He look like a white angel with beautiful wings, so beautiful like he's a girl, with golden hair and silver eyes."

Lady Tymora got enough of brushing her hair, and she wanted to spend some time alone.

"Thank you, Mircella. You can go now."

"As my lady commands.", said Mircella and walked out of room.

Lady Tymora walked to the window and covered it with thick curtains. Then she laid to bed and begun daydreaming.

"Save me, Dragon, take me away from this prison...", she whispered.

When Mircella got out of her room, she surprised when she saw King Borinus and his servants how they are standing near in dark hallway. Years of cruel rulling made Borinus a caricature of man he was before, so that now he didn't have nothing human in him. Ugly and fat, hairless, he watched at Mircella with malevolent attention. Some people said that Borinus wasn't a man at all, and some said that he drinked blood of young virgins so he could stay strong. With hands behind his back he silently approached servant girl. Mircella stepped away, until he grabbed her by the neck and brought closer to himself. His eyes were burning with hellfire.

"Master...", said the girl shivering in fear.

"What did you talk to my daughter, servant girl? What lies have you been filling her head?"

"I was just brushing her hear, and we just talked a little..."

"I see. Take her to the chambers.", said Borinus to his servants and came with them. They were coming down through the stairs to underground chambers of the castle, filled with torturing devices, where Borinus tortured his enemies.

"Push her on the spiked bed.", said Borinus to the servants. They put girl on spiked bed, and moved to end of chamber. It wasn't pleasant to them to watch the horror. Borinus moved to the girl, strap her clothes, and begun torturing her. He started changing somewhat...his body growed big, from his mouth came big ugly tongue, and his teeth were all pointy and like in tiger.

"No, master, please!", yelled the girl in horror, but nobody heard her. Borinus started his feast. He ripped the flesh from girls body, feasted on her skin, all until from girl didn't remain anything but bones and remains of flesh. Borinus stood like in narcosis, sucking his fingers. He came back with servants to his personal room, washed his face and looked up himself in the mirror. For a moment he thought that he does not look at himself, but at some young beautiful man, but the deception quickly was gone, and he was again looking at his own reflection. Reflection was looking him with hate, self-loathing and sadness and he could not bear to watch anymore. Instead, he went to his daughter. He knocked a couple of times at her door and then he went in. Lady Tymora was sitting on a chair and was looking through the window.

"Do I bother you, my love?", he asked and approached her carefully.

"No, dad. Do you have something to tell me?", she replied and looked him with eyes full of poison.

"Well I have. I have heard what you were talking to that servant girl. You like Purple Dragon Knight?", he asked, moving the curtains so she could not look the world.

"Yes, I like him! Do you have something to say in protest? I hope he will chop that ugly head of yours!"

"You want to be his whore, my love?"

"I would rather be his whore than your daughter. I hate you father! You are keeping me in here like in a prison!"

Borinus slapped Lady Tymora so hard she falled to the bed. She was holding her fingers on her lips that were bleeding. Borinus quickly regretted that move, so he falled back to her legs and started apologizing.

"I'm sorry, my love. All I do, I do it for you. There are many enemies outside that would kill you if they get the chance."

"You mean you want to keep me for youself? Is this what you want, father?", asked Lady Tymora and showed him her intimate parts. Borinus gets up from his feet with disgust and goes to the door.

"Get out of my room, father!", yelled Lady Tymora.

"However you want, my love. Just you know, I send my best killers to track down Purple Dragon Knight. Soon you will see his hand on a spike.", he said and gets out of the room.

Lady Tymora jumped on her bed and started crying, holding pillow with her hands.

"If somehow I could run out of here...and join Purple Dragon Knight!", she thinked while her tears were falling on pillow.

He was standing near the window, watching sunset while rain was falling down and storm was trashing. His look was somewhat melancholic, and engrossed in times long past. On the wall of his room there was an oil painting with portrait of his dead wife, lightened by the candles on each side. He often looked at that painting while he prayed, and thinking about her. Someone knocked on the door and he turns.

"Come in."

In room comes in young man in heavy silver armor and with longsword in his arm.

"Champion, it seems you have some news for me.", he said somewhat absently, looked in distance.

"I have, master. We received news about our scouts. They're all killed, most probably by Apostle Hand and his goons. We have information that they are approaching to us with every day."

He stepped in side a little, and then he again turned to window. Rain was still falling and wind was hovering the trees.

"Apostle Hand. Known as 'Chaos Reaper'. Well, we will see how tough he is when he meets my blade. Thank you for news, Champion. You may go now."

"Master.", bowed the Champion and left the room.

He approached the fire that was crackling in fireplace. He waved his hands to fire and started to warm up. Long time he was standing there, looking in fire that was burning with red and gold colours, and sending reflections to his eyes.

When they rested in tavern, Apostle Hand and his companions continued their path. Awful infinity of woodlands and indifference of nature that surrounded them was making them bitter, so most of the time they were not talking anything. They travelled seven hours through the swamp and wilderness until they stumbled across some village. It was a simple village with simple houses but the peasants were acting strangely. Like they didn't noticed Apostle Hand and his companions, they were running around in circles like hipnotized, shouting some strange words to themselves. Apostle Hand stopped his horse and turned to his friends. His shiny black cloak was glowing in the dark, so did his boots, belt and gauntlets.

"What is wrong with these people?"

"I don't know, Apostle. Seems to me like they are hipnotized.", said Vicious Glen.

"Some dark magic circles around here.", replied Bone.

Apostle Hand gets of his horse and comes to the center of the village, where peasants, men, women and children were gathered around behind some strange wooden sculpture and talking to themselves.

"What is wrong with you, people?", Apostle asked them.

One peasant look him strangely in the eye, and then he turns his gaze to wooden sculpture. He started talking.

"We pray to god of emptiness. World is full of horrors, cannibalism and darkness. Everything vanishes, and life is meaningless.", he says.

"Everything vanishes.", replied others in one voice, like confirming him, and stretched their hands to wooden sculpture. Apostle Hand rode to horse again and began going through the village. His companions were following him. All over the village strange smell was going through, sulphurous smell. Moonlight was lighting their path, and the stars on the sky were malevolently shining. And in the distance strange music was heard. It was miraculous, repetitive, hypnotic and unearthly music that had unusual influence on company. They traced music until they came across some heap of rubble, upon which some girl in red dress was sitting. She was the one who played that music. In hand she held strange instrument, something like harp, and she was touching the strings with her delicate fingers. On top of her head she wore a wreath of black roses, and on her belt there was petals hanging. She sang some strange rhymes. Beside her some guy was standing, who looked like he was a knight long time ago. Everywhere around them was heaps of water from yesterday rain, they were moving from the strikes of wind, and on some of them falling leaves were floating.

"Grettings, friends.", said the girl for a moment stopping her playing, "What brings you to our little village?"

Apostle Hand was watching her with some kind of curiosity.

"We are just passing by. We're on our way to Cainsmore."

"It is long way ahead of you.", she replied and smiled to him.

"What is with all these people?"

"Oh, but they have changed. Before they were ordinary people, but now they realized futility of all actions, and they braced god of emptiness. Now they wait for god of emptiness to come and take them away."

"You think, they wait to die?"

"It could be said that way, yes."

"It's not my concern.", said Apostle and pushed his horse further, leaving the girl. His companions were following him, and soon they left village, and went back to the main road, to darkness that surrounded them.

When they left cursed village, Apostle Hand and his companions continued their travel. Heavy rain started and wind was blowing from all sides, so they were searching for some place to hide. Soon enough they stumbled across some lonely monastery, surrounded with mountains and hills.

"We can spend the night here, fellows.", said Apostle and pushed his horse further.

"Well, I could surely rest some time", replied Vicious Glen.

"And my old bones would help some rest", replied Bone.

They were approaching monastery, when some girl in brown robe was coming to the gates holding wood for fire. She was probably resident of the monastery.

"Grettings, good men. What brings you to our nice monastery?"

"We are looking for place to rest, my lady.", said Apostle.

"Well, this is monastery only for women. I don't know if Cavalier would allow you to spend the night here."

"Cavalier?"

"Yes, he is our protector. Come with me, so we can talk."

Fellowship followed girl to the gates. Gates opened and they came into the monastery. At the entrance Cavalier was waiting for them, man dressed in brown robe with a cap on his head. He was holding short sword in his right hand. Girl turns to him pointing to the Apostle and his friends.

"Father, these people are tired from the road. They wish to rest within walls of our monastery."

Cavalier took a look at them and started examining them.

"These people stink of evil, my daughter. But I will let them pass, if they swear that they will not make any trouble."

"We are just looking for shelter from the rain, some rest and food. We will get out in the morning.", said Apostle.

"Whatever. Take them in the quarters, daughter, and give them some bread and wine."

With these words Cavalier moves up to the stairs to his private chamber. Apostle Hand asked for himself what kind of funny name is that, Cavalier, and then he followed girl into big chamber filled with candles, altars, frescos and icons of saints. Whole place was filled with smell of goodness and forgiving, and it maked Apostle Hand sick. By the big table a lot of girls were sitting, with crossed hand and in prayer. Apostle Hand and his friends sat by the table, and girl gave them bread and wine. Prayer begins.

"Dear fathers, forgive our sins, lighten our way, protect us from evil, lead us out from temptations, be merciful and righteous, and bless us by this dinner we made for your honor."

Girls crossed their hands and begin to eat. Apostle was eating bread and drinking wine. With resent he watched girls how they eat, all humble and poor. He turned to Vicious Glen.

"What do you think about this girls, Vicious Glen?"

"They need some dick in their pussies.", replied Glen and siped wine in glass.

"I would sacrify them all to Dark Master.", said Bone.

Apostle Hand soon got drunk from all the wine. Mysterious forces of universe begun to fill his head. He sensed call from his master Belphegor. He started shouting and banging the table.

"Why are you all hiding from world in this monastery, huh? You think your god will help you?"

Girls watched Apostle with horror as he shouted. Some of them begun crossing their hands. Apostle continued to shout while wine was sipping from his lips.

"I bet you didn't feel cock in your pussies long time, huh? Your pussies are sore. Fucking bitches."

"Don't sacrilege in god's house, young man. God is watching you and condemns your behaviour."

"I shit on your god!", shouts Apostle and get his hand on one girl. He begun fucking her. All the girls started to run in panic. Soon there was chaos in god house. Icons were bleeding and candles where shivering. Vicious Glen also started fucking some girl, and Bone started casting confusion magic on girls, making them susceptible to doubt. Soon Cavalier heard noises and he came down. With him there was a Sun Soul Monk, hardened fighter specialized in fighting with bare hands.

"Stop this sacrilege, sons of bitches! We welcomed you as guests, and this is how you are repaying us!"

"Suck my sword, Cavalier!", said Apostle and taked his sword. He moved up on Cavalier and begun attacking him, but Cavalier skillfully defended himself and returned attack with god might, sending Apostle away from him. Apostle was surprised by skill of Cavalier. This isn't ordinary warrior, he thinked. Vicious Glen came to aid him, and some time he succesfully parried with Cavalier, but soon came Sun Soul Monk and with a combo of his fists send Vicious Glen to the table, crushing him. Bone summoned skeleton warriors to keep them busy, and in that time Apostle and Glen coated their blades with poison and striked enemies. Some time they succesfully defended themselves, but poison in their bodies was slowly rotting them away, and it was easy for Apostle to crush them.

All this nonsense angered Apostle master Belphegor. Walls begun to shatter, it seems like it was earthquake. Demon Belphegor appeared on the ground, ten feet tall, with fiery wings, strong arms and legs, and hideous face, he momentarily burned thirty girls. He watched slaughter that happened. Apostle Hand came before him and kneeled.

"Master...there wasn't need for your help. We succesfully defeated enemies."

"You will need much more power in battles to come, servant. However, I am glad that one more monastery is ruined. Nothing appeases my appetite like seeing gods men burn in hell."

Belphegor was preparing to go back, but he had one more question for Apostle.

"Oh, yes. How more time do you have?"

"A couple of years, master.", replied Apostle with awe in his voice.

"Excellent.", said demon and dissapeared in shining ball of fire. Fire that was grown was quickly spreading through the monastery, and they had to leave that place. They were riding horses through the road, while in the distance monastery was burning and sending smoke up to the sky.

Apostle Hand and his companions continued their path after they leaved burning monastery. Weather was depressing with lots of rain and gloomy clouds. Soon they stumbled across some temple like structure guarded with two skeleton warriors. Bone casted invisibility on them so they went in past skeleton warriors. They found themselves in huge chamber filled with bones and smaragds. At the center there was standing huge red dragon. It looked like it was female dragon.

'Look, Apostle, a dragon!', said Vicious Glen.

'And a powerful one. Be careful, my friends. We went in unprepared and dragon could easily burn us all.', replied Apostle.

Dragon slowly approached them and began talking. Smoke was coming from her mouth.

'Intruders in my lair! You seem like a powerful foes but I could easily destroy you. However, I have some task for you.', said Red dragon.

'What do you require of us, great red dragon?', asked Apostle.

'Marduk, abyssal warrior stole my eggs while I was sleeping. I want you to track him down and bring me my stolen eggs from him. I shall reward you for completing this task.'

'Consider it done.', said Apostle and soon they began search for Marduk. It was easy for Bone to find him using his tracking magic. Marduk was hiding from holy warrior, Inquisitor, in some shed at the edge of some village. They tracked him down. But it turned out to be powerful foe. He was servant of demons and resident of hell who somehow managed to escape out of there. He was specialized in longsword and wore red plate armor.

'Marduk, you could be of help to us in defeating Purple Dragon Knight. Why don't you join us and return eggs you stole from red dragon?'

After some time of thinking, Marduk spoke.

'Even though I am powerful warrior, you would overcome me in battle. And you look interesting. I agree.'

'Excellent', said Apostle and together they rode back to dragon and brought her stolen eggs. She awarded them with quite a bunch of diamonds and smaragds, emeralds and sapphires.