*Cut* ”I’ll cook you alive you lousy pheasant!” He says still stuck on the ground “You’ll all pay!”
The last person who tried that was found three days later by their husband, dead in a ditch. Tread carefully.
The nearby guards drag him away, still kicking and screaming like a child. Later that day a manly man in leather armor with the same crest approaches the duck, he is obviously much older than the previous person.
Welcome, human. What is your purpose here?
He sighs and rubs the back of his head “I apologize for my nephew.”
hopefully the idiocracy does not run in the family. He is insufferable.
“Unfortunately it’s in my brother’s blood, and his wife isn’t any better. They never punish the brat. I’m the only real fighter so I have to teach the kid.”
*Cut* ”I’ll cook you alive you lousy pheasant!” He says still stuck on the ground “You’ll all pay!”
The last person who tried that was found three days later by their husband, dead in a ditch. Tread carefully.
The nearby guards drag him away, still kicking and screaming like a child. Later that day a manly man in leather armor with the same crest approaches the duck, he is obviously much older than the previous person.
Welcome, human. What is your purpose here?
He sighs and rubs the back of his head “I apologize for my nephew.”
hopefully the idiocracy does not run in the family. He is insufferable.
“Unfortunately it’s in my brother’s blood, and his wife isn’t any better. They never punish the brat. I’m the only real fighter so I have to teach the kid.”
is he at the very least a good fighter? I assume not because in trying to harm me they hit themself.
*Cut* ”I’ll cook you alive you lousy pheasant!” He says still stuck on the ground “You’ll all pay!”
The last person who tried that was found three days later by their husband, dead in a ditch. Tread carefully.
The nearby guards drag him away, still kicking and screaming like a child. Later that day a manly man in leather armor with the same crest approaches the duck, he is obviously much older than the previous person.
Welcome, human. What is your purpose here?
He sighs and rubs the back of his head “I apologize for my nephew.”
hopefully the idiocracy does not run in the family. He is insufferable.
“Unfortunately it’s in my brother’s blood, and his wife isn’t any better. They never punish the brat. I’m the only real fighter so I have to teach the kid.”
is he at the very least a good fighter? I assume not because in trying to harm me they hit themself.
“They are good enough when they aren’t being an idiot. He isn’t strong but he’s pretty fast, would be a solid adventurer if he wasn’t so spoiled.”
*Cut* ”I’ll cook you alive you lousy pheasant!” He says still stuck on the ground “You’ll all pay!”
The last person who tried that was found three days later by their husband, dead in a ditch. Tread carefully.
The nearby guards drag him away, still kicking and screaming like a child. Later that day a manly man in leather armor with the same crest approaches the duck, he is obviously much older than the previous person.
Welcome, human. What is your purpose here?
He sighs and rubs the back of his head “I apologize for my nephew.”
hopefully the idiocracy does not run in the family. He is insufferable.
“Unfortunately it’s in my brother’s blood, and his wife isn’t any better. They never punish the brat. I’m the only real fighter so I have to teach the kid.”
is he at the very least a good fighter? I assume not because in trying to harm me they hit themself.
“They are good enough when they aren’t being an idiot. He isn’t strong but he’s pretty fast, would be a solid adventurer if he wasn’t so spoiled.”
*Cut* ”I’ll cook you alive you lousy pheasant!” He says still stuck on the ground “You’ll all pay!”
The last person who tried that was found three days later by their husband, dead in a ditch. Tread carefully.
The nearby guards drag him away, still kicking and screaming like a child. Later that day a manly man in leather armor with the same crest approaches the duck, he is obviously much older than the previous person.
Welcome, human. What is your purpose here?
He sighs and rubs the back of his head “I apologize for my nephew.”
hopefully the idiocracy does not run in the family. He is insufferable.
“Unfortunately it’s in my brother’s blood, and his wife isn’t any better. They never punish the brat. I’m the only real fighter so I have to teach the kid.”
is he at the very least a good fighter? I assume not because in trying to harm me they hit themself.
“They are good enough when they aren’t being an idiot. He isn’t strong but he’s pretty fast, would be a solid adventurer if he wasn’t so spoiled.”
then why not send them on an adventure?
“Because they can’t stand their child getting hurt.” He sighs deeply.
*Cut* ”I’ll cook you alive you lousy pheasant!” He says still stuck on the ground “You’ll all pay!”
The last person who tried that was found three days later by their husband, dead in a ditch. Tread carefully.
The nearby guards drag him away, still kicking and screaming like a child. Later that day a manly man in leather armor with the same crest approaches the duck, he is obviously much older than the previous person.
Welcome, human. What is your purpose here?
He sighs and rubs the back of his head “I apologize for my nephew.”
hopefully the idiocracy does not run in the family. He is insufferable.
“Unfortunately it’s in my brother’s blood, and his wife isn’t any better. They never punish the brat. I’m the only real fighter so I have to teach the kid.”
is he at the very least a good fighter? I assume not because in trying to harm me they hit themself.
“They are good enough when they aren’t being an idiot. He isn’t strong but he’s pretty fast, would be a solid adventurer if he wasn’t so spoiled.”
then why not send them on an adventure?
“Because they can’t stand their child getting hurt.” He sighs deeply.
Popping into existence as reality fizzles and pops around the center of the dome, is a young man with silky, short black hair, all frazzled and messy as if they had just been in a rainstorm, and warm brown eyes. With a white lab coat over leather clothes fitting for some sort of tinkerer, and with thick brown gloves, the only skin showing is around his face and neck, covered with soot and extremely pale. Around his chest is a satchel, brimming with many sorts of devices and notes and unlabeled alchemical brews. On the satchel’s stap going over his opposite shoulder, three separate watches are hung on metallic chains. One is made of white marble, the other a dark oak wood, and the third some sort of black stone or gem. They all tick at different times, and he’s clutching the oak one with one of his hands.
he falls over and vomits, before quickly getting back up, wiping his mouth and looking around.
*Cut* ”I’ll cook you alive you lousy pheasant!” He says still stuck on the ground “You’ll all pay!”
The last person who tried that was found three days later by their husband, dead in a ditch. Tread carefully.
The nearby guards drag him away, still kicking and screaming like a child. Later that day a manly man in leather armor with the same crest approaches the duck, he is obviously much older than the previous person.
Welcome, human. What is your purpose here?
He sighs and rubs the back of his head “I apologize for my nephew.”
hopefully the idiocracy does not run in the family. He is insufferable.
“Unfortunately it’s in my brother’s blood, and his wife isn’t any better. They never punish the brat. I’m the only real fighter so I have to teach the kid.”
is he at the very least a good fighter? I assume not because in trying to harm me they hit themself.
“They are good enough when they aren’t being an idiot. He isn’t strong but he’s pretty fast, would be a solid adventurer if he wasn’t so spoiled.”
then why not send them on an adventure?
“Because they can’t stand their child getting hurt.” He sighs deeply.
that makes me sick. How did you learn to fight?
“Experience. I just went out into the world. I’m far from the best but I’m not exactly bad.”
*Cut* ”I’ll cook you alive you lousy pheasant!” He says still stuck on the ground “You’ll all pay!”
The last person who tried that was found three days later by their husband, dead in a ditch. Tread carefully.
The nearby guards drag him away, still kicking and screaming like a child. Later that day a manly man in leather armor with the same crest approaches the duck, he is obviously much older than the previous person.
Welcome, human. What is your purpose here?
He sighs and rubs the back of his head “I apologize for my nephew.”
hopefully the idiocracy does not run in the family. He is insufferable.
“Unfortunately it’s in my brother’s blood, and his wife isn’t any better. They never punish the brat. I’m the only real fighter so I have to teach the kid.”
is he at the very least a good fighter? I assume not because in trying to harm me they hit themself.
“They are good enough when they aren’t being an idiot. He isn’t strong but he’s pretty fast, would be a solid adventurer if he wasn’t so spoiled.”
then why not send them on an adventure?
“Because they can’t stand their child getting hurt.” He sighs deeply.
that makes me sick. How did you learn to fight?
“Experience. I just went out into the world. I’m far from the best but I’m not exactly bad.”
Good. You might not die immediately then. Your nephew, however…”
*Cut* ”I’ll cook you alive you lousy pheasant!” He says still stuck on the ground “You’ll all pay!”
The last person who tried that was found three days later by their husband, dead in a ditch. Tread carefully.
The nearby guards drag him away, still kicking and screaming like a child. Later that day a manly man in leather armor with the same crest approaches the duck, he is obviously much older than the previous person.
Welcome, human. What is your purpose here?
He sighs and rubs the back of his head “I apologize for my nephew.”
hopefully the idiocracy does not run in the family. He is insufferable.
“Unfortunately it’s in my brother’s blood, and his wife isn’t any better. They never punish the brat. I’m the only real fighter so I have to teach the kid.”
is he at the very least a good fighter? I assume not because in trying to harm me they hit themself.
“They are good enough when they aren’t being an idiot. He isn’t strong but he’s pretty fast, would be a solid adventurer if he wasn’t so spoiled.”
then why not send them on an adventure?
“Because they can’t stand their child getting hurt.” He sighs deeply.
that makes me sick. How did you learn to fight?
“Experience. I just went out into the world. I’m far from the best but I’m not exactly bad.”
Good. You might not die immediately then. Your nephew, however…”
“Please don’t kill my nephew. I still want to get invited to the family holidays.”
*Cut* ”I’ll cook you alive you lousy pheasant!” He says still stuck on the ground “You’ll all pay!”
The last person who tried that was found three days later by their husband, dead in a ditch. Tread carefully.
The nearby guards drag him away, still kicking and screaming like a child. Later that day a manly man in leather armor with the same crest approaches the duck, he is obviously much older than the previous person.
Welcome, human. What is your purpose here?
He sighs and rubs the back of his head “I apologize for my nephew.”
hopefully the idiocracy does not run in the family. He is insufferable.
“Unfortunately it’s in my brother’s blood, and his wife isn’t any better. They never punish the brat. I’m the only real fighter so I have to teach the kid.”
is he at the very least a good fighter? I assume not because in trying to harm me they hit themself.
“They are good enough when they aren’t being an idiot. He isn’t strong but he’s pretty fast, would be a solid adventurer if he wasn’t so spoiled.”
then why not send them on an adventure?
“Because they can’t stand their child getting hurt.” He sighs deeply.
that makes me sick. How did you learn to fight?
“Experience. I just went out into the world. I’m far from the best but I’m not exactly bad.”
Good. You might not die immediately then. Your nephew, however…”
“Please don’t kill my nephew. I still want to get invited to the family holidays.”
I was more talking about the ancient dragon, the fifteen foot tall warrior that is the dragon’s grandson, the literal demigod, an uncomfortably optimistic magic child-actually that one isn’t much to worry about. Oh and also the many hundreds of warriors making their way here as they speak. But I won’t harm them if they show me proper respect. Besides, how would I? I am just a normal duck, aren’t I?
Popping into existence as reality fizzles and pops around the center of the dome, is a young man with silky, short black hair, all frazzled and messy as if they had just been in a rainstorm, and warm brown eyes. With a white lab coat over leather clothes fitting for some sort of tinkerer, and with thick brown gloves, the only skin showing is around his face and neck, covered with soot and extremely pale. Around his chest is a satchel, brimming with many sorts of devices and notes and unlabeled alchemical brews. On the satchel’s stap going over his opposite shoulder, three separate watches are hung on metallic chains. One is made of white marble, the other a dark oak wood, and the third some sort of black stone or gem. They all tick at different times, and he’s clutching the oak one with one of his hands.
he falls over and vomits, before quickly getting back up, wiping his mouth and looking around.
“Unfortunately it’s in my brother’s blood, and his wife isn’t any better. They never punish the brat. I’m the only real fighter so I have to teach the kid.”
is he at the very least a good fighter? I assume not because in trying to harm me they hit themself.
“They are good enough when they aren’t being an idiot. He isn’t strong but he’s pretty fast, would be a solid adventurer if he wasn’t so spoiled.”
then why not send them on an adventure?
“Because they can’t stand their child getting hurt.” He sighs deeply.
that makes me sick. How did you learn to fight?
“Experience. I just went out into the world. I’m far from the best but I’m not exactly bad.”
Good. You might not die immediately then. Your nephew, however…”
“Please don’t kill my nephew. I still want to get invited to the family holidays.”
I was more talking about the ancient dragon, the fifteen foot tall warrior that is the dragon’s grandson, the literal demigod, an uncomfortably optimistic magic child-actually that one isn’t much to worry about. Oh and also the many hundreds of warriors making their way here as they speak. But I won’t harm them if they show me proper respect. Besides, how would I? I am just a normal duck, aren’t I?
*Cut*
”Dont lie, I may not be a master warrior but I can see when something isn’t normal.”
Mm, yes. I am indeed not normal. I do love when that trick works though.
“That sounds like it’s fun. I’ll try and convince the family to stop letting the child do stupid things.”
give me some examples of what he’s done. I’d like to know of his stupidity. Knowledge is a weapon that cuts deep.
“I’m not going to tell you, he’s still family after all. You could probably make him tell you himself though.” He bid the duck farewell and leaves.
The duck follows them from the sky for a while before turning back to find the nephew.
The nephew is on his horse, traveling back to his home with his escorts.
It swoops down, lightly pecking him on the head. Not one of it’s death pecks that could kill any normal person instantly though, just a normal peck.