NOVGO.NET C23-Family Trip
Name: Aizel Kadashi | Age: 19 | Level: 17
Title: Silver-rank Hunter (A+)
SE: 0 | HP: 452
Race: Crimson Were-Dragon
Bonded Souls: Lisa Kadashi, Vanessa Kadashi
「 Morning, of his 22nd day on Geas. 」
Aizel woke up to the dick massage of Lisa's hand. They had a better room in the 'fancy' hostel. After a quick love session of the not hardcore variety, they left their love nest and were waiting for Pops at a tavern across the road.
The girls had spoken to musket-cuck, cucketeer? After his little stunt. They had reached the agreement that Aizel would start fucking the lights out of Kira as much as possible until the raid. That way in case her cycle managed to align with his savagery. They would be expecting for the middle of the upcoming spring. After the coming winter.
In the exceptionally rare case that she managed to give birth to a Were-Dragon, the Kadashi's would keep the baby. But they were not even expecting her to become pregnant in the first place. Even with a human with dormant dragon blood, because of how the immortal races' balancing took the shape of stupidly low conception rates.
Mr. Cucketeer wanted to watch, Vanessa was happy to help a couple in need, and Lisa just wanted Aizel to breed the entirety of Geas female population, with the sole exception of her mother.
Mama Angel—a human, by the way—was also the main reason Pops was staying longer. Apparently the insane man had spent a fortune reaching Redvelia as fast as possible, and was not feeling particularly motivated to face the puny human woman. Aizel did not blame him. And offered him a place to spend some time in his hunting grounds.
"Lis, Mistress, Aizel. Good morning," Pops called, and he took a seat with them. "So, what's the plan?"
"In the morning, Lisa is teaching you how to fly, instead of just gliding down like a paraplegic seagull; while Nessa and I go bully some gobos. Then some chew, and you scout with me after lunch, while the girls buy me some tools to put my plan into a scroll map that is not made by a half blind goblin"
"I really appreciate you letting me in on that little secret." Pops thanked him for the offer of the flight lessons. Already understanding Aizel's mangled mess of speech pattern.
"Sure, you can pass it down to your kin, but do not teach it to others just yet. I would like to keep that one a secret for as long as possible."
"It's already part of our family legacy. I would never dare to share it outside of our kin."
Lisa took his father to the outskirts of Redvelia, he could not use (Teleport), and still have enough mana for practice the (Infuse) technique. Meanwhile, Aizel princess carried Vanessa to the nearest group of gobos they could find, so she would not tire, since her HP and technique were still not that good. Since she was not a scaredy-cat like a certain Fair Angel, they just blasted into the air and reached one in no time.
Aizel turned the first one's head into mist and restrained the other two with (Doppelgänger) and (Telekinesis).
"Couldn't you have restrained the three of them?"
"Sorry, old habit. I will release the first one; use whatever means you need to put it down as cleanly and efficiently as possible, remember this is living silver and good meat right here. As much fun it is to 'go goblin' on them. Ready?" Aizel instructed, and she nodded. The irony was not lost on him.
The creature stood up immediately, but was frozen in place.
"Another one?"
"We dropped from the sky, two apex predators, not human prey, and turned one of them into a puddle before they could react. While restraining the other two with invisible hands. And sexy strings of red mana…"
"I get what you are saying. But I used to drop like this over the shield, and they never… well, that." Aizel said as he waved at the frightened creature. "Aw, fuck it. (Fight!)" Aizel used (Command) on the goblin, enough to break it out of its trance.
The goblin turned to Aizel and began its crackhead routine on him.
"Not me! You idiot, her." He dropped-kicked it right into Vanessa's feet, who put it down cleanly and fast by impaling him on the solar plexus and just nicking it on the side of the neck. Precisely on the heart, the neck veins and arteries. The monster passed out on the spot and just dropped to the floor.
"What cha think?" She asked.
"Good, but it could have been great. The control you have with your hands is already good enough. The problem is your stance."
"Stance?"
"Well yeah, that's the problem. You don't have one." Aizel assumed his old sensei act. "First off. You are standing like you normally do. Never face an enemy with your whole body unless you have a plan. Place your body at an angle, like this." Aizel placed her in front of the restrained gobo and shifted her body. Feeling her up as he did, because why not?
"As a 'brute,' you had the luxury of leverage from that pose you were making, but that was still wrong, even if it worked." He stepped to her side and copied her pose. "Next up, your legs: bend them a little, be ready to use the foot opposite to where you want to go." He pushed himself as instructed and did a little hop to move to the front and back.
"Your little bunny routine!" She said happily, and Aizel did not grace that comparison with an answer.
"Next, do not move front and back. Use that just to get in and out of your enemy's guard… their range. Do not move in a… Let's call your front north for now, just so you can understand me." Aizel moved with a single step to the front, then back.
"Use your back foot to rotate, not like when you walk, where you use the front one. Then always keep moving, while not getting tired, not from north to south, or east to west, but rather in an 'X' pattern, North-East, North-West, South-East, South-West. And always around your opponent." He kept instructing her in a basic mixed style of boxing.
After more drills, he added a simple spear and bō staff kata over the existing weird thing that Lisa had taught her yesterday.
He released the goblin without telling her—ready to pull back the creature—while she was in the middle of her routine. Her aura-based (Focus) was as deadly as his. Because with a simple sidestep and a spin of her spear, the goblin was nicked on the side of its neck and fell face-first into the dirt.
The red-angel gave him a danger-mommy look with a fancy pose after her clean kill. He pulled out their tent from the ring, and fucked her for a bit before finding more gobos to sell to the Butchers in Redvelia. The ring stashed a bunch of them before having to settle for just the crystals. Just like that, they made 500 silver—an entire year and then some, for a commoner—proving the inefficiency of the snail brotherhood.
Before noon, they found the fair angels in a different spot further away from town and just landed beside them. Pops was lying down on a fancy bedroll on the floor, and Lisa was training her (Fire burst), probably trying to evolve it.
"Zup, fam. How did it go?"
"Hey! No fair!" Lisa said as soon as she smelled his fresh cum inside Vanessa. Of course, he fucked her after every camp they annihilated.
"Shush. You will have your share later, not in front of the old man." Aizel said.
"Yes. Please. Have mercy." The old man said. Also, probably smelling his little dragon makers.
"So, did he fly like a bird, or fall like a brick?" Aizel asked, as Vanessa asked for the ring to pull out a chair.
"He understood it quite fast, the problem is, that he loved it a little too much and well…"
"He's out of mana…"
"He's out of mana."
"Didn't he have like a gazillion potions stashed away?"
"They take some time to take effect"
"Oh." Aizel said, 'No instant regen like in the games.'
They waited until Pops' mana was back to its max MP, and Aizel was regretting not expropriating some potions when he had the chance. Those fancy test tubes with shiny liquid gave the man a second wind in under an hour.
'I have never used my HP ones… I wonder if I need to drink both potions because of the aura thingy.'
They flew back, and stalker-snail just hid. Probably not knowing that you need a certain thickness of wood and the wind to be blowing away from them to hide from the senses of four pseudo-immortal predators.
They grabbed some lunch and sold their goblin loot to the butchers, who were over the moon because of how well preserved the bodies were, even a few hours after the kills. Aizel wanted to see if he could have some wiggly daggers made, so they stopped by the smiths.
"Love, we will go to find your things for the meeting. Is that all you need?" Lisa asked and showed him a list written in one of Pops' notebooks with a fancy magic quill he carried.
"Yeah, pretty much."
"Okay, see you before sunset," Vanessa said.
The girls gave him a deep smooch, as if he was going to war. To their credit, it was probably not that far from the truth, since he was planning on taking pops all the way to the Orc territories. For a normal human, that was just plain stupid.
"Aizel." Papa Angel said once the goddesses were out of their super hearing range. "I wanted to thank you."
"For what, old man?"
"I thought that it was maturity, or the training of the Temple. I failed to notice how my little angel's smile slowly faded away… This morning, I saw her smile like she used to do when she was younger. And all she had on her mouth as she taught me something out of legends. Was your name and Vanessa's." Pops confessed, and Aizel had to fight really hard with his stupid impulse to say: true.
"It's all right, Pops. She gave me something that I would burn two entire worlds for. Her love."
"T-true," Pops answered. 'So he gets to say it!?'
"Aghi't kid, ye, we 'an do dis, bot'll cast cha", Smith-man came back with his wooden 'wiggly sword' and said 'Alright, young man, yes. But it will be expensive,' in an amazing display of butchering Geas language that impressed Aizel.
"How much?"
"Fe'e Si'v" The smith said, offering to make one custom dagger for 50 silver, about two months of wages, or two goblin crystals.
"What about if I ask you for five? Would you do them for a small crystal each?" Aizel replied.
The smith paused, looked at the wooden sword, and thought out loud. "feiv… neh' bot' fa dan wiggle dag's wa 'an." The man offered to have 10 'wiggly' daggers made for a single small crystal each.
"Sure! Let's do it. Do you take platinum?"
"Ne' na' chang,' bat cha si'v hant'a… cha's gat da si'v whe' we dan." This time Aizel had to actually wait a little bit for his brain to process the mangled mess of 'words' the smith said. He told him to just get the silver ready once he comes to pick them up, because he's a silver rank hunter. Probably. Maybe.
"Sure. How long will it take you to do them?"
"da's re'd bf's kmg' gob's hav't"
'Okay, this fucker is just joking now, right?… Wait. I did understand him… somehow'
"Sure. I will come back before the upcoming goblin harvest raid. Until then, Smith." He shook the hand of the large Dwarf that was even taller than mister guild master, and went on his way to leave Redvelia to do some hunting and scouting with Pops.
'Word is spreading about that gold rank quest. Good, it will make it easier for me to convince everyone.'
"How were you communicating with that man?" Pops asked, once they were outside of the smith's workshop.
"Honestly? Just go with your gut. It makes no sense how he lives his day-to-day with that mangled mess for a tongue."
"True? I still don't get it."
— — —
Pops was a natural at flying. Getting under Lisa's skill in a single afternoon. But since he still only had (Fire Stream), the advanced version of (Fire burst) Lisa used, and not his own (Fire Howl), he could not compare to Aizel's sub-transonic speed.
So, with the aid of (Doppelgänger), (Telekinesis), and (Barrier), he carried him at the top speed he dared to go. He liked the old man, but he was not going to give him Vanessa's spot on his arms. It had nothing to do with the fact that he had a dick, and not a warm cave of pleasure. For sure.
Once they reached a clearing over a mound deep inside the north, Aizel slowed down and released pops. The nice thing about him being able to fly was that he could just let go of the man like he would a cat, and he would just spread his wings to hover beside him. They landed to not waste mana and aura.
As soon as the angel touched the ground, he went on his knees.
"How—Ugh—Are you, not fighting with your stomach—Like me—right now?" Pops said, trying to keep his goblin meat from returning to their spawn point.
"You get used to it. There is a breathing technique you can use. And a (Barrier) trick to tighten your body up."
"Is that your family motto? You—Ugh—could have warned me…"
"I honestly forgot until we were close to transonic, so I decided to just finish the trip, since you were already feeling sick. I'm sorry. It won't happen again."
"Tra—ns-on—ik?"
'Finally, something the other heathens did not violate'
"Once you get to a certain speed, air is your enemy. And my (Barrier) can't hold my body together to go past that, yet."
"You are planning to go faster!?"
"You sound like Lis right now. Yeah, much faster. Look up… Oh, wait. Is daytime. Just know that the speed limit is not even close. Once you start setting the air on fire around you with your speed alone, and not your skills, then you will be close to being considered a toddler in my world"
"…"
"She did mention it, didn't she? I doubt she spent an entire morning with you without showing off."
"The fact that you did not lie about the 'speed limit' gave me a shiver, as if I was back in my hundreds… And yes, she told me. You are not the first one to travel here, so it is not as crazy as you might think."
"Well, then now you know… So! This is it."
"This is what?"
'Ah! Yes! Thanks!'
"The next step I take will be the furthest into my hunting grounds I've ever been"
"Congratulations?"
"Whatever, man… No, but for real. My plan involves clearing up to here, from goblinoids. So the ones further in will not reach the shield by winter, and it will take them two winters or more to grow back their numbers, even at their insane breeding rate."
"This is Orc territory; there are shamans out here… You want me to kill them for— … I almost forgot who I was talking to; you just want me to help you out, not do it for you."
"What? No. You can take whatever position you want during the harvest. I will be fucking the shamans; if you want to join, then sure, but I thought you were going to stay with the girls. They'll be overwatch… Elm… the scout in the air, helping out the parties in trouble. For stage one…"
"Hmm. I first need to see you hunt one, to let you… to give you my blessing and support with the guild with your plan."
"Sure, there's one just there." Aizel pointed to the west of them. "Normal Orcs do not sweat mana like that."
"Just how… I thought Seraphim Angel's senses were already insane… But I don't sense it. Did you let me sneak up on you yesterday?"
"What? No, I'm not omniscient, man. Besides, I spotted it from the air first. I can barely see some kind of iridescent vapor in the distance from here. If it was nighttime, however…"
— — —
Name: Fleshsnut | Age: 24 | Level: 148
Title: Shaman Breeder
SE: 0 | HP: 100 | MP: 1480
Race: Goblinoid Orc
Fleshsnut was having the time of his life. He had just discovered a skill as the God-language calls it, that was going to make him into a Yōkai king one day. (Focus) The God called it. It was gifted to him after surviving a duel against another Breeder Shaman. Just as he was about to die by his kin sword, the world became slower, and he became faster.
He took his kin sword, he took his hut, the took his gremlin. And he took his female, who was now bouncing on his dick. Its spikes cleaning the weak seed out of her tight breeding hole. And replacing it with his own, strong virile seed, who would produce gremlins that one day just might be also smiled by the God, and gifted a skill.
BOOM‼
A loud noise shook the entire nest, and the screams of his kin were heard. Followed by the horrendous wails of the squishy ones.
"That's some good silver you just blew up, pops!" He heard the voice of a male from the squishy-kin wail.
He roared and filled his new female one last time, before going to clean up the mess his inferiors were probably making.
Before he could even begin to process the carnage before him. The God gave him a hand and used his skill for him.
(Focus)
A wooden sword was slowly flying towards his neck, being carried by a red-(Mana Hand). 'How foolish.' He thought; he could see the hand as if it was not made out of God-Energy. After gaining his Title, he was no longer just an Orc. He could use the Power of the Gods and See it.
He could have used his (Barrier), or moved with (Telekinesis), but why waste energy when the thing would just bounce off.
But the thing did not bounce off. He was suddenly looking at the ceiling, and unable to move, he could only move his eyes, and could no longer feel the power of the Gods flow through him. And then he saw it. His own body, still standing. 'How could that be?' Was the last thought he had before—
— — —
Name: Aizel Kadashi | Age: 19 | Level: 17
Title: Silver-rank Hunter (A+)
SE: 0 | HP: 452
Race: Crimson Were-Dragon
Bonded Souls: Lisa Kadashi, Vanessa Kadashi
"This idiot did not even put out a barrier… I wanted to try out the wiggly wig against one."
"Resonance, 'not wiggly wig.' Buffoon."
"Are we sure he was even a shaman? I could have been wrong, Pops"
"He was. My Aura Eyes confirmed it."
"Oh well."
Aizel stored the body and head of the 'Shaman.' Compared to the creative Orc that had two butter-faces to keep him warm at night, this joker did not use any skills. He just stood there like an idiot and waited for his Resonant wooden sword to decapitate him.
At least it was easy money: 275 silver for the whole body. The crystal alone was 100 silver, almost a whole fucking year for a snail, in a single swing of a wooden sword. This gold-rank hunt/harvest would be good.
He and Pops went around killing other Orc shamans. They would leave the normal teal colored orcs for later. They wanted to impress the guild into doing their bidding.
They managed to hunt four in total. One of them was hunted by Pops, but the old man would not get a payday because the dumbass exploded the crystal and half of its body with it.
"And here I thought I was the one who liked explosion's… don't you have a lady to appease? Because your crazy trip…"
"No, money is not the issue. I am almost 500, Aizel. I have money. That is why I was mad at Lis for not asking me for help. The lady will be mad because she has always said how I overprotect Lis and don't let her live her life. Lis doesn't mind much. But her mom does.
Once she's calmed down, I will send word for you. The city will feel close to you. And there is a dungeon relatively nearby, for us… Besides with what Mistress Vanessa and you hunted in the morning, plus the Shaman Orcs, you made around a Royal Coin, in a single day. Repeat that for an entire week, and you would get as much as I used to get here."
"Dungeon?"
"Oh, right. I forgot you're not from… you know. A Dungeon is a weird thing. Is a living organism that calls monsters and animals of all kinds to itself, but not as food, but as bait. Bait for us, the human races, and no, they don't eat humans; they eat Mind Power.
They entice us with a lot of monsters in a single place for us to level up. Since most people use some kind of mana to fight, that is what the dungeon consumes. They return the equipment from the fallen as treasure. Combine all of that. And you have a symbiotic relationship."
"Huh." Aizel was even a little impressed by how long it had taken him to hear about that one. It was a classic one, for fuck’s sake.
'You know, like Dungeons and Aizel's, Destroy the dungeon core, Reincarnate as one, Breed the dungeon… No, that might not be a thing, yet.'
"I'm not taking that mangled mess, by the way." Aizel pointed at the charred remains of the Orc Pops exploded.
— — —
Aizel and Lisa's Dad, aka Angel Daddy, aka Pops—for the fam. Went back to Redvelia after their little trip. The sun was not setting just yet, so they wanted to finish the guild business with the girls because Pops wanted to go to a nearby city to buy some shit. In reality, he wanted to fly like a maniac and was not fooling anybody, but they did not care because that played into their clerk breeding plans for that night.
The little trip had left Aizel with some good level-ups, but they seemed like a bad joke after his skill milking. He got four levels for the first Orc Shaman he killed, three for the second, and two from the last. Giving a total of 9 levels and SE. The same Soul energy he sometimes got just by re-acquiring skills.
'Right. "I fixed the exploit" my dragon ass, fucking level ups' aren't worth shit. No wonder the savages are stuck in their larva stage most of their life.'
"So, Kira and I managed to convince Priest Morph to lend you this Arcane-Quill for your map drawing and the meeting," Lisa said.
Normally he would have been excited at that. But the fucking thing was expensive, and not like musket expensive when the price point is about ten times what a normal lever action would cost. No, the stupid little quill thing was worth 5 whole Royal coins.
After their little hunting bonding with his father-in-system, he could be persuaded into saying that it is not that big a deal. But it fucking is that big a deal. Two of the fucking little pen things cost as much as a musket. On Earth money, that would buy you a nice mustang—pre heat wars—so the little clerks and even the slut in the making intern, were walking around with fucking sports vehicles worth of coin in their paws.
It would take the common snail, working every day, without rest, for thirteen. Fucking. Years. To be able to afford the stupid little things. And that's only if they decided to become plants and survive on sunlight while sleeping outside.
"I'm not touching that thing."
"What? Why!?" Lisa asked, a little dejected.
"Because…" He was about to try and reason with her, but her little puppy eyes told him that he had fucked up. "… I do not need to! Here I can just use (Doppelgänger) and use it that way, you know, so I do not even have the chance to break it."
"That was the weirdest f- the weirdest read. I've ever got, from my Truth Sense, and I'm pushing 500" Pops said.
"You said that already, Pops."
"So, what now?" Vanessa asked.
"To the guild," Aizel said. She was already getting all horny, so he needed to explain to them for what purpose before angel-man's opinion of him got lower. It had taken him a lot of work to make the man like him. "I need a large table…" That only made things harder for him. "To draw the map! You vixen."
— — —
(Doppelgänger) was amazing. He was a really good artist back on Earth. He made his money with modeling shit for video games and other industries. But his path was always that of an artist. He only fought inside of a cage for over a decade to pay for college.
In there, he learned to draw even better than he already could. And not only that. But he also was educated in technical drawing with the architecture faculty and took electives with the engineers where they draw all kind of engineer shit.
And his skill shone so much that he made a male were-doge that was probably gay to begin with start to leak from both ends. The scout was literally salivating so much at his drawing that another scout had to close his mouth for him.
His sluts had bought him a large scroll the size of a door where he had drawn a grid to make things easier for him. Thanks to pops expending habits, they also had brought some notes and drawings they did of the terrain.
Aizel did not know what the other heathens had been doing. But warfare was not one of them, because these savages were staring at him and the map, like he was Genghis Khan about to raid the goblin-infested north, and steal the goblinoid princess or something.
It was also probably because all the little wooden thingies with simple nails on their buts sticking to the map like Monopoly pieces. It was child's play for (Discharge) to magnetize the thing by fucking with their field with one of Pops 'le principle's of magik,' alignment, to be precise.
The map was pretty, he had to admit, compared to the turd they used before. This new one had good topology, vegetation, actual fucking accurate distances, and the last known position of the goblin camps on a north-to-south area that was 200 clicks long and 100 wide from east to west. From Redvelia all the way to Shaman-land. with a pretty drawing of the White shield and the bypass the snails used.
Credit where credit is due: the stupid pen quill-whatever thing was amazing. It was an unnecessary work of arcane crafting that was probably the result of an entire generation of geniuses to develop. The thing looked dark blue with fancy gold engravings. His earlier comparison to a sports vehicle was actually pretty accurate the thing was build like an engine.
They must have woken up one day and said, how can we throw every skill possible into the place that would get the least use out of them, and rolled.
It looked and felt like a fountain pen. However, it was everything but. First, there was the fact that it used some kind of fire or light skill to act like a laser engraver. You pushed the quill into the parchment, and a (Barrier) made sure that the distance was precise enough to make that other unknown skill draw by burning.
So far so good. But then they decided to throw in a fucking (Mend) for an eraser that could easily remove the engraving as if it were a wound.
Ok cool. No, it did not end there. Then they decided to add magic ink. Why? Because they could. That's why. There was a little button you pushed to write with ink that was attached or (Bind) to the pen. You could use it like a marker that, with another push, used (Telekinesis) to return the ink to the reservoir and erase the ink, without having to go and use the (Mend), ruining the engravings. So one could take notes and everything.
"Who's the psycho that made this thing?" Everyone ignored him, still staring at the map.
He almost expected them to just start to venerate the thing. If his college professor of technical drawing saw that shit, he would be kicked out of the faculty and told to redo the entire class next year. But for the savages it was the fucking Mona Lisa or something.
"You do realize that we are here to plan a gold mission-quest raid/harvest thing, and not stare at a stupid map right?"
"Look, there are even little coins with dog faces!" Kira said, all wet and ready to be bred in front of everyone, if she could. If she liked him before because of his body, she was now probably planning her husband's death. 'Rest in peace, cucketeer.'
— — —
"Just how many hunters do you need, Hunter Aizel?" The dwarf boss man asked
"All of them"
"Forgive my meddling. But even if we used all of our assets, we are still short. Very short." Another new female clerk said. Thankfully, she was not another one of the dragon-loving freaks. They needed to focus.
"Yeah, but it's not just hunters, miss. It's all of Redvelia. The square ones are the civilian population; the circular ones are Hunters. The green ones are Gatherers, the brown ones lumbers, the— don't touch that dude... The... yellow ones are Temple people..."
— — —
"But what if a party gets in danger since it will happen all night? It could just all go, as you say, to shit. From there, another party would be left open and then another, until we lose a lot of hunters, son," Pops said. His concern was well within expectations. He made Lisa so happy by calling him 'son' that her ears almost made her leave the floor. 'That's so fucking adorable.'
"Yeah, I know, but that's precisely why it needs to be at night. The temple needs to provide signal scrolls to send flares in the air. From there, angel squad, Lis, Nessa, and you, bail them out. And a—"
"And who do you suppose will pay for those scrolls, Hunter Aizel?. And where will you be? I've heard where everyone and their grandmother will be during the raid, but not you." A Clerk from the temple asked, not Feet Guy, but another with more presence to him, asking actually good questions, even if his tone was not the most polite.
"You really have not thought about what I’m proposing that much, right? We need the temple to provide not only the scrolls, but all the rings available, of all sizes, timeless, and normal holding ones. I am talking about annihilating the entire goblinoid population just below the Ogre area. All of them." He began explaining and gave a little pause for the idea to sink into everyone.
"Gremlins, Goblins, Hobgoblins, Orcs. And Orc shamans. I'm only leaving the Ogres out of it because I've never even seen one, and I have scouted really fucking north, so they must be to the east and west, or further north. Can you imagine the amount of meat, resources, and crystals that will be collected during the raid?"
"…"
"Orc Shamans, he says. Your daddy over there will be busy dealing with your mess, not fighting orc shamans, and you still haven't answered my other question." Priest man number two said.
'Thank you magnificent priest.' The priest walked right into it. He hated presentations during college. But after trying to convince an entire faculty that the color violet is indeed different from light purple—he did not choose the subject to defend, by the way—this was a walk in the park.
Thump!
With the ring of holding, he stored the map and replaced it with the body of a decapitated orc shaman. That was already drained of blood to make things more durable.
"This is just one; I hunted another two by myself."
"Lie." The angel duo said in unison.
"This is just one. I hunted another two, and Pops over there was just watching me while he exploded hobgos for fun, and played with his wings. But did not help."
"True."
With another wave of his hand, he returned the body to his ring, and the map was back.
"This is where I will be." He placed a circular piece with a little dragon head engraved onto it in the far north, deep in shaman-land.
— — —
It took a lot of explaining and convincing; people from the town and other guilds were called. It lasted until midnight, the breeding hour.