>>6190262Well said good sir ! Strategy is sometimes more effective than valor.
>>6190338>>6190408>>6190590Sometimes glory should be shared between good men and this was a time like this. You began to recoil from the beast as quickly as you could but using it's tentacles it tried to propel itself forward and trip you. Fortunately you saw it coming and at the last moment cut off the appendage trying to put you to the ground and recoiled. You then screamed.
-To me men ! Put the creature down.
And it was as if done. The mass of flesh was near and you plunged your sword into it, a huge wail was heard, you cut the slimy skin like butter. An arrow planted itself here, then your people hit the creature with axes and swords, brother Louis had helped Elana and was unable to be here but two guardsmen charged. Bohémond then cried.
-For Glooooory !
And charged the beast, since he was still on his horse and had picked up a spear from a guardsman he plunged it deep into the beast's belly and an inhuman sound was heard while it expired. Unfortunately he horrible beast almost fell upon you, discharging it's slimy innards on your lordly person, you were covered in slime, gore and smelled probably awfully. Fortunately the humble people, around the place, admired your work as if you triumphed of a vile dragon. Spotifia was the first to clap. You constated that Brother Louis and Elana were as dirty and stinky as you were while the rest of your troops managed to be at a distance. You saw Mitsuhirato coming towards you and bowing a lot of times, you could only agree with this proper show of respect but you were slimy and so ordered.
-I want a bath ready for all of us and our clothes washed before tomorrow.
He answered.
-Of course my lord, glory to you my lord, you fought like a legendary samurai of the far east.
-Ça mourra ? No, no, I will not die, it will be the beast that will die. Well it is already dead. Burn it by the way, it is too disgusting for a trophy. Carius, Gepees, take care of the horses... Tomorrow morning I want to see the cavern too, perhaps we could find the remains of some victims of this monster and bury them properly.
The soldiers obeyed and the innkeeper bowed to you while the people around bowed and whispered that you were some "Ça mourra" in their dialect, apparently, after what you have heard, they were a kind of pagan warriors but the name being so close to "it will die" in French made this stupid. An artist promised to draw you while an ugly woman thanked you for freeing her from the beast, let us be sincere, in your opinion rape by a tentacled monster would be her best chance to get pregnant. Still, you decided to keep it for yourself. And the veneration of the people could be used in a good way. When the innkeeper explained in the middle of his people who nodded sheepishly, their hint of conscience telling them that they were wrong after their betrayal of a nobleman who only wanted to save them.
