"What is it you are calling yourself now? 'Queeny the clown with a trumpet up her bottom?'" The King smirked,
"Yes. You are the talk of the town. No, the entire West/Molossia Kingdom! Oh how I would have loved to have
seen you debase yourself so thoroughly. Perhaps when your daughter and her friend, Morgana, and their assorted
lackeys have been put in their place you can give King's Court a private performance!"
"Oh, it would be my pleasure to perform at your leisure, my Lord and husband," Queeny bowed.
"I'm sure it would please you, you despicable trollop. You are not to call yourself my wife, nor Queen of this
realm, again, nor call I your husband. The only men you are worthy of calling husband are the pig farmers and
toilet plumbers. Soon are marriage will be annulled and I can marry a Queen worthy of me. Your new station
will be that of court jester," The King said spitefully.
"I'm but a worm." Said Queeny as she continued to smile and bow low. I could see from the way she furrowed her
brow that, though the prospect of being humiliated in such a way did excite her, she was torn, remorseful that
she had fallen for the King's plan and brought herself, her family and the Kingdom so low.
The grabbed Ariadne, who was now waiting patiently in front of her master, by the jaw and pulled her face up
to look at him and said, "I suppose I should thank you for what you did to Queen Rachel there. You saved me
the trouble of getting rid of her myself and I never could have found such a wonderful way to take her out of
the picture. Well done, slave."
Ariadne just looked away and meekly said, "Thank you, Lord." Though whether by choice or compulsion it was
hard to say.
Morgana looked on, enraged by the way her daughter was being treated. The telltale glowing of both her hands
was enough to know she was ready to fight but wasn't willing to make the first move. We didn't know who the
Kings elite champions were or what powers they might wield.
Before us, in the center of the room stood a tall and lithe warrior clad head to toe in silver armor. They
held a shield that reflected light like a mirror in one hand and a curved blade almost as long as the warrior
was tall.
To the left of the Silver Knight was an lady elf enchantress. At least they were dressed like a lady in a leaf
green skirt with a thigh high split and matching top that didn't fall low enough to cover her bellybutton.
Still, elves are so androgynous you never can tell whether a fully clothed elf is male or female by looking at
them.
The third champion, on farthest left, was a very short fellow in a blue hat that obscured their face entirely.
There long blue gown hid the rest of their body from sight aside from one hand that firmly held onto a golden
staff.
A pure white dressed mage or cleric stood behind the Silver Knight. Above their vest was a crescent moon
hanging from a chain around his neck. He carried no weapon but his muscular arms looked powerful enough break
any of us in two and his stern face said that he would.
The fifth champion was the strangest. A tiny, red glowing pixie, no bigger than my hand, that held a wand
clearly sized for norma... more commonly sized individuals, I remembered how our gnome friend was quite
sensitive about her size. She flitted around quickly on her buzzing wings around the heads of the Green
Enchantress and Blue midget.
Lastly, to the right of the Silver warrior there was hulking brute of a man wearing little but a brown loin
cloth and black wide-brimmed, round topped hat. His protruding lower jaw, oddly flattened nose and jagged
teeth hinted at him being a half-orc or at least having a somewhat orc-y heritage. He wore a dozen, crude
necklaces, made from animal parts, bones or teeth, I imagined but on closer inspection one seemed to be made
of pearls and another may have been marble. He carried an expensive looking saber and a simple wooden shield.
He was a walking contradiction.
The 6 foes stood menacingly before us and, in unison, took a single step towards us (aside from the pixie who
kind of buzzed directly at us a short distance, she wasn't very menacing either come to think of it.)
Maedel stood firm with her sword in one hand and a recently lost dragon tooth in the other.
Arn's diaper crinkled as she changed sword stance causing a smirk from the Green Elf. Andrew was a master of
many styles of sword fighting and Arn looked to be about to use some derivative of fencing.
As our foes took another step closer, I instinctively took a step back. My hands trembled and I wished I had
thought to bring a weapon with me. They raised their feet to take another step and were met by the Gnomes
battlecry as she leapt toward them, "My name ith Dili Dililah Frumpyjump and Oi have come to bwing justice to
King Connor of Molossia and Oi am annoyed no-one asked me moi name!"
She brought up her buzzing sword and the Half-Orc took it in his broad shoulder. Blood spilt as the gnome,
Dili, was batted away by the wooden shield. Dili swung her shield as she was knocked back, its buzzing jigsaw
teeth cut neatly through the wooden shield leaving the Half Orc with a half shield.
The white cleric raised his hands and the half orcs bloody wounded began to sew itself shut.
The Blue mage and Red pixie let rip with thunderous bolts at Maedel and Arn. They dove to the sides and ran
round the edge of the room hoping to take the group from behind or get to the King and finish this. As the y
did the enchantress put her hands together and a protective bubble popped into place around the dais where the
throne, Connie and Ariandne stood.
The Red Pixie shot across the room after Arn, her wand swinging as she grasped into in both hands beneath her.
She flipped it up to face Arn and a bolt shot from it but was parried by Arn's short sword, bouncing up into
the rafters hitting a crow and turning it into a cat that went straight on to menace the other birds up in the
rafters.
The Silver Knight came at Morgana, stomping armor clanging on the stone floor and sword at his side ready to
swing. I thought she'd zap him, his armor would fall to the floor and a chicken would emerge from the fallen
helmet but it wasn't to be. Instead she turned to me and launched a swirling pink bolt of magic!