The Demon Hunter Diary

(Disclaimer: The following material is all original. The name of the first Act, Phantom Overture, was used by a friend of mine on this site, in his story called The House Wars. Let it be known that I created that name, and let him use it. Upon his recent decision to stop writing the series, I am taking it back.)

**The Demon Hunter Diary**
*Act 1: Phantom Overture*
*Scene 1: Augustine's Arrival*


WARNING: The following scene, Augustine's Arrival, contains a rape. If you are offended by such a thing, then be advised.


The night was quiet in the Merchant City of Daelean. The sound of crickets and the rustling of leaves in the night breeze was all to be heard, apart from the iron clad steps of the patrols. The city was immense, with stone walls all around it. Patrols totaling fifty-seven men walked the city streets and back streets, protecting those who lived there. Normally, the patrols were given no trouble, and the entire night was spent walking in boredom. However, two nights before, there was an attack, and three guards were slain.

The creature was fast. In the night, it was nothing more than a black blur, pouncing onto the guards and mercilessly tearing them apart. One guard was lucky enough to have survived, suffering the loss of his left leg. When the creature attacked him, another guard nearby stuck the beast with his spear and drive it off, saving the life of his comrade.

From what the survivor said about the beast, it ran on all fours, had razor sharp teeth and claws, and was covered in fur. The Mayor, startled by the death of three soldiers, called for stronger patrols, increasing the number from twenty, to the full force fifty-seven they have now.

Though the creature had yet to be encountered, patrols said they saw a black mass move into the catacombs in the town's cemetery. The crypt was too far away from the guards to give them a perfect view, but they knew it was the beast.

When news reached the town, the citizens cried for the guards to venture down into the catacombs and slay be beast. However, Mayor Fernson said no. He knew that the guards would be of little match against the beast, seeing as it effortlessly killed three, and their spears did little to it.

He suggested hiring a specialist...

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Four Days Later...

Harry ran and ran as fast as his legs would allow him. He raced down the deserted road, his destination coming into view. Under the veil of night, he saw the torches of the small town, looking like a desert oasis to him. Harry ran through the town, only stopping when he found what he was looking for.

The building was two stories tall and made of a beautiful wood. Two braziers on either side of the door lit the entrance, giving it an inviting feeling. A sign that hung by chains above the door read: "Inn." Smiling as he panted from exhaustion, Harry entered the inn, a note clutched in his hand.

He looked around, seeing the usual sort you find in a place that serves alcohol. To his right was a desk with a blonde woman behind it, in front of him was the bar, and to his left were tables and chairs where people sat, talked, and drank. He was about to start walking again when he heard a voice.

"Checking in?" The blonde woman asked Harry. He shook his head.

"I'm looking for someone. I believe his name is Augustine." He said through pants. The woman raised an eyebrow and gave an intrigued smile. Silently, she rose her hand to chest level and pointed to a man sitting at the bar. Harry looked at the man, who had a brown traveler's cloak on, then looked back at the blonde, as if for confirmation, who gave him a quick wink.

Harry nodded in thanks, and approached the cloaked man. His area of the bar was littered with empty shot glasses and two empty bottles of a potent drink called Kragg. He didn't appear tipsy though as he sat on the flimsy-looking bar stool. Harry pulled up the stool next to the man and tried to see under his hood, but only saw shadows.

"Can I help you?" The cloaked man said in a low voice. Harry raised his finger to the bartender, then pointed to the area on front of him. The bartender nodded in understanding and grabbed a shot glass and a bottle of Kragg. While the bartender prepared his drink, Harry spoke to the mystery man.

"Are you Augustine?" Harry asked simply, his panting nearly faded. The cloaked man slowly turned to Harry and gazed at him from under his earth tone hood.

"Who wants to know?" He retorted as Harry's drink arrived. The messenger withdrew three golden coins and gave them to the bartender. He nodded and went about his business as Harry poured a drink for himself, and refilled one of Augustine's many shot glasses.

"My name is Harry. I'm a runner for the city of Daelean. I come with a message from our mayor." He said, putting the letter on the table. Augustine downed his drink, set the glass down hard, and grabbed the rolled-up letter. He unrolled it and began reading it, as Harry refilled Augustine's glass. He took a moment to have his own drink whilst Augustine reviewed the message written by the mayor. After a few moments of silence, Augustine crumpled the note and stuffed it in one of his shot glasses. Harry's eyes widened, thinking Augustine had rejected the job.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked.

"How cheap does your mayor think I am? He offered ten gold for the job of killing a Uuraji. He's either insane, or doesn't care about his people..." Augustine said, grabbing the bottle of Kragg and pouring himself another glass.

"Ten is not enough?" Harry said, surprised. "I get two silver a day for my job, and an extra gold whenever I do a job like this one. You telling me that ten times my optimal pay isn't enough?"

"Your job is being your bosses' little athlete. Mine is killing. Large difference. Plus, I have wages of my own that your mayor apparently doesn't know about." Augustine said before downing another shot. "It's roughly fifty per kill."

"Fifty!?" Harry shouted in offense, so loudly that all conversation stopped momentarily and all eyes turned to the two men. Augustine remained calm, poured another drink, and downed it.

"Listen. I said it was 'roughly' fifty. It's thirty for a man, fifty for something inhuman, and a hundred for a special job." He said, taking a moment to hiccup from the booze, the potent liquor finally getting to him. "In your case, it's an Uuraji, an inhuman job. Therefore, fifty." He explained with a drunken smile.

"Look. I am only a messenger. I am not the one to talk to about cost. Come back to Daelean and speak with the mayor. I'm sure you two can work it out." Harry said, knowing that if he came back without Augustine, the mayor would have him fired. Augustine took a moment to consider, then stood up.

"Alright. You take care of my tab then." Augustine said with a grin as he began to walk away. Before Harry could say anything, he heard the sound of the bartender's finger tapping on the wood bar counter.

"Sigh.. How much?" Harry asked.

"Eleven gold."

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"Ready! Aim! Fire!" Orion shouted to his line of soldiers, whom upon order, released their arrows from their bows. The long shafts of death plunged into the hay bale targets that awaited on the other side of the outdoor training grounds. Many of the arrows hit their bulls-eye marks, at which Orion smiled in satisfaction.

Orion was a handsome man of twenty-six, who was lieutenant of the city guard, and personal bodyguard to the mayor's daughter, Patricia. Orion donned his armor at the moment; a chain mail shirt underneath a relatively light metal plate, with adjoining shoulder plates. His sword was sheathed, and slung over his back was a favorite of his; a repeating crossbow.

"Good work men!" Orion said to his archers. It was a new tactic to face the creature known as an Uuraji. They found out the hard way that spears did little, so they decided to try something with a little more speed and velocity behind it. "That's all for today men! You all deserve a good night's rest! Second patrol will take the watch tonight, so you have the night off. Sleep well!" He yelled to his troops, who very graciously accepted the night off.

Orion smiled and ran an iron clad hand through his short, brown hair, and sighed in relief that the day was over. He picked up his helmet from off the grass and tucked it under his right arm. In the near distance was the western wall of the keep wherein the mayor, Patricia, and Orion stayed. The glowing torches and braziers kept nearly every stone of the wall illuminated in the night.

He began his walk back when he noticed a figure by the entry way. The guards only gave quick glances at the figure as they passed by it, not caring much for finding out who it was. They had more important things to do... Like sleep.

The figure, disguised under a white cloak, approached Orion as he neared the keep. Without seeing the face, the young bodyguard knew who it was.

"Wanted some of the night air Patricia?" Orion asked. The figure raised it's silky, slender hands, and removed the hood, revealing what may be mistaken for the face of an angel. Patricia's hair was long and blonde, falling down to her mid back. Her body was well developed; slender waist, large breasts, lean face. She was the textbook image of what the perfect woman should look like. The front of her hair was braided, the two long braids falling in front of her ears, the rest of her hair brushed back.

"You know I take every chance I get to be outside Orion. Father is so overprotective." She said, turning around so she could walk alongside Orion.

"True, he is. But he does it because he loves you." Orion replied, the two of them reaching the gate. He pushed the door open for her, allowing her entry, at which, she gave a courtesy. The two walked down the keep halls, towards the staircase that led to her room.

"I know he loves me, but sometimes I think he loves me too much." She said. "I hate it sometimes. I never get to see anyone outside of him, you, and Raeleen. I want to meet people. I want to see the world." She said, her gaze turning down to see where she was going up the stairs.

The two reached the door to her room, which lay in the top floor of the six story keep.

"Would you come in Orion? I'm not tired and would like some company." She said as she opened the door and entered.

"Of course." Orion responded immediately.

The room was filled with cabinets and armoires, all of which were decorated with small statuettes and jewelry holders. The bed was a queen size, and covered with sheets of silk; truly the room you'd expect for the mayor's daughter. Orion chuckled a bit as he entered.

"Our tax payers money goes towards making your room more lavish, hm?" He said with a grin, which she returned.

"Only the best." She said, extending her arms, indicating the entire room. "But in all seriousness, very little goes towards my furnishings. Most of all this was gifts." She said, taking a moment afterwards to remove the white cloak. Orion watched as slowly, her miraculous body was revealed. With the cloak off, she was in a long, white dress, with a white and silver shirt and corset combination on top. The corset was merely for decoration, as a corset was the last thing the girl needed.

Orion's heart started to pound as he looked at the girl's body, his eyes scanning every inch of her. His mind quickly sent the message "Stop glaring!" He snapped out of his minor trance and walked over to her desk, pulled out the wooden chair, and took a seat, setting his helmet on her desk.

Meanwhile, Patricia stood in front of a large, oval mirror that rested atop a vanity table. She watched herself as she slowly undid her two braids and prepared for sleep.

"Orion. Do me a favor." She said politely.

"Of course." Orion said, standing up and approaching the girl. "What do you need?" He asked as he looked at himself standing behind her in the mirror.

"Can you please undo this damn corset? It looks nice, but it's a bitch to get off." She said as she wrestled with a stubborn braid. Orion laughed a little as he got to work on the corset. "Something funny Orion?" She asked with a grin.

"How would your father feel if he heard you speaking with that kind of language?" Orion said teasingly, knowing the mayor disliked any types of swearing in his home.

"What kind of fucking language?" She said laughing. Orion joined in her laughter as he undid the straps on the tedious silver colored corset. Patricia finished with the braids, grabbed her hair brush, and began to stroke it though her hair. "So, did you hear about the mercenary?" Patricia asked.

That question struck a nerve.

"Yes..." Orion answered with hesitation. "I have heard."

"And what think you?" She asked, interested to hear his opinion.

"I think it's a waste of money. My troops and I can take down one little animal. We don't need an overpriced 'specialist' for it." He said, finally getting the corset off. He set it down on her bed and resumed his position behind her as she continued brushing.

"Well, I think that as long as whatever it is leaves, it's a good thing." Patricia commented, only wanting the safety of the city folk. Orion let out a small laugh at her comment.

"Well, everyone wants it to leave. One way or another, it's going to die. I just don't see the point in buying-"

"Orion." Patricia said, cutting him off. "Did you hear that?" She said sheepishly, her gaze turning to the window.

He heard it to. The sound of footsteps.. but not quite. As if... As if someone was climbing up the keep wall!

Orion walked briskly to the window, withdrew his sword, and stood to one side of it. They both waited for a tense moment, waiting to see if there indeed was a person, and if they were going to enter Patricia's room. Suddenly, a shrouded figure appeared in the window and pushed the unlocked glass doors open. Upon making the small jump in, Orion leapt out and grabbed the figure from behind, putting his sword to it's neck. Whoever it was responded instantly, the voice of a young girl escaping from the hood.

"Orion! Let me go!" It scolded. Orion instantly recognized the voice and released her, sheathing his sword. The figure turned and removed it's hood, revealing the face of an eighteen year old girl. She was blonde, but a darker shade than Patricia. Her name was Raeleen, a long time friend of Patricia's.

"Thanks for the warm welcome." Raeleen scolded, hitting Orion on the arm. "Ass."

"Nice to see you too Raeleen." Orion said sarcastically. "Well, I'll leave you two be. Good night Patricia." Orion said, dismissing himself.

"Sleep well." She said as he left. Upon Orion leaving and shutting the door behind him. Patricia then turned to Raeleen and the two embraced in a friendly hug. "Raeleen! What are you doing her so late?" She asked, perplexed.

"I found something I have to show you!" Raeleen said with excitement in her voice. "It's beyond the river to the west. It's beautiful!" She said, her voice getting a little too loud.

"Shhh." Patricia scolded, laughing as she did it. "Calm down. What is it?"

"I can't tell you. You have to come see it yourself." Raeleen said teasingly as she moved towards the window.

"I can't leave Rae. My dad will-"

"-Never know." Raeleen said, finishing her sentence. "Come on. Or are you too much of a goody two-shoes to sneak out?" She said with a grin. Offering nothing but a smile, Patricia grabbed her white cloak and followed Raeleen out the window.

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Kristy was on her way home from a distant flower shop. In her hand was a woven basket, holding in it several different types of colorful, nice smelling flowers. She was a cute girl, only sixteen winters old, but her body told a different story. She was dressed in a dark green dress with a white apron over it, her long brown hair pulled back in a ponytail.

She nervously looked around her surroundings as she passed by a mountainous area. She always took caution when going through the hills, her left hand creeping towards the small dagger she had under her apron. And on top of that, the presence of the night wasn't any more reassuring.

Up the road though, she saw a man in rags, seemingly unconscious. She quickened her pace and knelt at his side. He didn't seem to be breathing.

"Sir?" She asked alarmingly, shaking him with her hand. "Sir? Are you okay?" She asked, fearing the worst. But then, the man started to move.

"I am... But you aren't." He said, shooting out and grabbing the girl's wrist. She struggled to break free, but his grip was too tight.

"What are you-?" She began to ask, but she soon felt the grip of another behind her, his arms coming around and grabbing her in a bear hug. With no way to grab her knife, she squirmed and screamed, finding both methods useless. From the bushes appeared a third man, this one dressed in a bear skin with a giant axe in his hands.

"What do we have here boys?" The leader asked with a grin.

"We got us a youngin' passin' through our territory wit' out paying the toll." The bandit said with a strange accent as he released her wrist. His hand slipped into her small pocket and withdrew a coin purse, in which he only found four copper coins. "Four copper? Das' all love?" He asked. "No good. No good." He scolded.

Their leader advanced, setting his axe down and withdrawing some thin rope.

"I guess we gotta settle for more than money gents." The leader said, nodding to his bear hugging minion to bring her hands around behind her. He used the rope to tie her hands together as she screamed for her life, but to her dismay, she found the ringleader stronger than her previous assailant.

"No! Please! No! Have mercy!" Kristy pleaded, tears streaming from her eyes. The three just laughed and shook their heads.

"No way girl." The bear hugger said. He took the straps of her apron and undid them, pulling off the garment and throwing it aside. The wrist grabber, still in front, grabbed at her green dress, and tore it open, revealing a white bra, holding a pair of perfect, round, C cup breasts. Kristy screamed as her dress was torn open, and she struggled to escape again, but the leader only laughed. She looked to him, and her eyes widened in fear as she saw something making his loincloth rise.

"Damn guys. This bitch's tits are perfect!" Wristgrabber said, looking at them closely. He reached out, grabbed her bra, and tore it off, allowing his eyes to fall upon their bareness. Before he could lay a hand on them though, bearhugger reached around and grabbed them, squeezing and kneading them.

"Oh yeah... You're right. They are great!" Bearhugger said, playing with Kristy's bare flesh. As she went to scream again, she saw the Leader advance and pull off his loincloth and underwear, revealing a seven inch monster. Kristy's eyes widened in fear as he advanced. Meanwhile, Wristgrabber's hand slid down her body and into her white panties. Before Kristy could look down, Leader grabbed her head with his left hand, and with his cock in his right hand, pressed the tip to her lips. She kept her mouth pressed shut and turned away, only to have his left hand force her head back.

"Don't fucking struggle. Either you suck me, or you die." Leader said, pressing his member harder against her lips. Kristy knew they weren't kidding, and saw no other alternative than to obey. Reluctantly, she opened her mouth, and had the Leader's length fill it immediately. He placed his two hands on either side of her head, and thrust his beast further in and out of her mouth. "Use your tongue bitch." He scolded, squeezing her head inwards, as if he were going to crush her skull. Complying, Kristy gave in to his demands. Wristgrabber slipped his forefinger inside the girl, causing her to almost choke on Leader's cock, but after another skull squeeze, she dealt with it.

"Damn boss, she's tight." He said, moving her finger around inside her. "I tink' she's a virgin." He said with a sinister smile.

"Is that so..? Well Clive, I'm in a good mood today. I'll let you take her." Leader said. Wristgrabber, now known properly as Clive, nodded in great appreciation, seeing as Leader always got the virgins first. Bearhugger removed his right hand from Kristy's breast, and slipped it under her panties from behind, moving it around her ass hole.

"I guess I'll take the back door. Unless of course you want it boss." Bearhugger said, in a way, asking permission.

"Of course Yauna. Like I said, I'm in a good mood." Leader said. Yauna thanked him, and tore off Kristy's panties, leaving the girl bare now. Not wanting to wait anymore, he quickly undid his pants, and let his erection flop out. He grasped it and prepared to enter the girl when suddenly...

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Ten Minutes Ago...

Augustine and Harry were on their way back to the town, both of them in a full run, hoping to make it back by first light. Harry was slowing down, due to the fact that he had already ran the entire way earlier. Well, that, and that he couldn't hold his booze as well as Augustine, who seemed only slightly affected.

"Need a break?" Augustine asked Harry, noticing that he was slowing down. In response, Harry slowed to a stop near a tree, and dropped down, leaning his back against it. Augustine stopped running, and stood near the tree, allowing Harry as much time as he wanted to rest. The younger man breathed heavily, taking his time in resting.

Augustine reached into his small, leather carrying bag, and withdrew a small book, clasped shut with silver locks. The cover was worn, small scratches covering nearly every inch of it. Augustine undid the small clasp, and opened the book. He turned through at least seventy pages, and finally found the blank page closest to the front. He next took out a small pen, and began to slowly, carefully write down the date. Harry, intrigued, looked up to the hunter.

"What's that?" He asked through breaths.

"Diary." Augustine answered simply, trying to focus on writing down the recent events. He wrote of his travels earlier in the day, including his encounters with a beggar, whore, and clergyman. Then, he wrote of meeting Harry, and a careful description of the job he was undertaking.

"Why do you keep one?" Harry asked, realizing too late that he was asking a stupid question.

"I want to look back on my travels when I am old. I want to entertain people with my stories." He said as he continued writing. Harry nodded in understanding, and leaned his head back again.

Suddenly, the both of them heard something.

A scream.

Harry perked up, and Augustine ceased writing. The hunter calmly put away his journal and pen, taking his time. Harry on the other hand, was frightened.

"What the fuck was that?!" Harry shouted, looking to Augustine, knowing inside the answer was obvious.

"A scream..." Augustine answered calmly. Once finished putting everything away, be suddenly broke into a run, blasting down the trail, leaving Harry running after him, shouting for him to slow down.

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"Of course Yauna. Like I said, I'm in a good mood." Leader said. Yauna thanked him, and tore off Kristy's panties, leaving the girl bare now. Not wanting to wait anymore, he quickly undid his pants, and let his erection flop out. He grasped it and prepared to enter the girl when suddenly someone appeared in the distance. He donned a brown traveler's cloak, his face shrouded by the dark.

"Who te' fuck?" Clive said, pulling his hand away from the girl and to his dagger. "A hero?" He asked to himself with a laugh. Augustine just looked on as the three bandits left the girl be and focused their attention of him. Leader picked up his axe, and glared at Augustine.

"Go on your way traveler. Just leave your money on the ground and leave. Pretend you didn't see anything." Leader spoke. Thinking they were distracted, Kristy tried to run, but Yauna was too quick, and grabbed the girl around the waist and put his knife to her neck. Augustine stood still as a statue, waiting for the bandits to act first. "Did you not hear me you fuckin' idiot? Leave yer' money and get going!" Leader yelled at Augustine, who remained still.

"Want me te' take care o' him boss?" Clive asked, gripping his knife tightly. Leader smiled and nodded, knowing Clive was skilled. Upon seeing the nod, Clive shot forward, his knife reared back and ready to stab. As his arm extended, Augustine quickly sidestepped, grabbed Clive's wrist, and twisted it sharply to the left, breaking it. The screaming bandit dropped his knife and dropped to a knee as Augustine held the wrist, twisting it even more. "Lemme go! Lemme go!" Clive shouted, only to scream more as the twisting continued. Augustine, now with Clive's arm fully extended, raised a leg and kicked the back of Clive's elbow hard, breaking it inwards, causing a compound fracture that sent blood flowing everywhere. The man screamed and writhed in pain as he pressed his good hand to the wound. Augustine walked away from the broken man, and advanced on the remaining able two.

"Stop right there buddy!" Yauna shouted, pressing the knife to Kristy's neck. "You move again, she dies!" He warned. Leader smiled a wide smile, and raised his axe to chest level.

"Now wha' ye' little fuck?" Leader taunted, thinking Augustine wouldn't have the balls to attack. However, Augustine's body moved quickly, and something flew past Leader's head. As it disappeared behind him, he head the scream of Yauna. As leader turned, he saw a silver hatchet lodged in his head, nearly splitting his head in two. His lifeless body dropped to the ground, leaving Kristy to run for cover. "Yauna!" Leader shouted in pain, knowing his two friends were dead.

The brute growled and raised his axe, preparing to charge at Augustine, who already had another two silver hatchets in his hands. Taking note of this, Leader kept his axe at chest level at all times, preparing to deflect the weapons, should they be thrown. As he expected, Augustine released the two weapons towards his foe, who continued the short distance charge. Leader stopped a moment to swing his giant axe, deflecting both axes with one swing. However, the swing left his chest exposed, and Augustine acted quickly.

Breaking into a fast run, Augustine launched himself towards his foe and dropkicked the behemoth in the chest, causing him to fall backwards, his axe thudding as it landed on the dirt. As he went to get up, Augustine was already on him, or should I say, above him. Augustine, six feet in the air, came downwards with his knee out. Leader thought quickly and raised his arms to block, but the pain of the knee could not be escaped. He did however, grab onto his foe's leg, and swing him like a club. Augustine's body was slammed into the ground four times before being thrown into a tree, his body nearly being broken in half upon impact. His body dropped to the ground, seemingly lifeless.

Leader grunted and picked up his axe, preparing to finish Augustine. He raised it high above his head, and prepared to swing it downwards and decapitate Augustine, when the hunter's leg shot out, and kicked Leader square in the balls. The giant yelled in pain and dropped his axe behind him. As his hands went down to hold his wounded manhood, Augustine leapt up, withdrew another hatchet, and slammed it into the giant's chin with an upward swing.

The silver edge, combined with Augustine's force, broke through his jaw bone, the hatchet finding home at the roof of Leader's mouth. The beast of a man fell backwards screaming, blood flowing from his mouth. Augustine knew he was beaten, and finished the adversary. He leapt nine feet into the air, and landed on the monster's chest with both feet extended. Augustine smiled as he heard the satisfying sound of breaking rib cage. Leader spent his final living seconds coughing up blood, before finally expelling his last breath.

Augustine's glance instantly went to Clive, who was on his belly, crawling for his dropped knife. Augustine leapt into the air, and used the same maneuver, landing on Clive's back, and hearing the sound of a snapping spinal column. Clive released a final yell, and finally died.

Just over the hill, appeared Harry, barely able to even jog. Augustine smiled at the arrival of his late friend, and began gathering his four thrown hatchets, using his cloak to clean off the blood. Once his weapons were returned, he looked to the girl who was curled in a ball near a tree, hiding from the bloodshed.

"Come on out. It's alright." Augustine said, removing his cloak to give her something to wear. Under his cloak he wore a set of studded leather armor, the animal hide dyed red. Quickly taking up the invitation of clothing, Kristy ran quickly from her shelter, her nude body finding solace within Augustine's cloak. She pulled it around herself, cocooning her body in the fabric. "Where do you live?" He asked the girl.

"Daelean." She replied sheepishly. Augustine nodded in satisfaction.

"Funny. That's where I'm headed." He said as he began walking down the path, towards Daelean. In tow were Kristy and a very confused Harry. Even after the bloodshed, Augustine had only one thing on his mind as he saw the light of the many torches in Daelean.

This is going to made a great entry for my journal...

END OF SCENE 1: AUGUSTINE'S ARRIVAL


PREVIEW OF SCENE 2: LONGING FOR MORE

Harry and Augustine entered the small pub, and were instantly overrun by the sound of upbeat piano, conversation, and belches. Scowling in disgust, Harry took a seat next to a rather large man, and ordered a bottle of Kragg. Upon seeing the expensive drink, the large man turned to Harry.

He was tall, almost six-six. His body was rippled with muscle, but slowly forming was a "beer belly." His face was graced with scars, one in particular going from his left ear, all the way to the lower right side of his face. He had a large beard and bald head, he wore a brown peasant’s shirt, and sheathed at his waist was what appeared to be a scimitar.

"Evenin' sir." He said drunkenly to Harry, who offered a fake smile and quickly turned back to Augustine, who took the seat on the other side of him. "What's your name?" He asked. Harry ignored the drunk and brought up what the mayor had recently said to him about the Uuraji. "You don't like to talk?" He asked Harry, unrelenting in starting a conversation. Finally, Harry couldn't stand it anymore. He turned to the giant and yelled:

"No, I don't like talking to drunken fools! I don't even know who you are, and also, I couldn't care... You old fucking has been." He said harshly, turning back to Augustine who was perplexed. Augustine stood and walked to the man, who looked defeated.

"Don't mind him. He's just cranky." Augustine said, patting the man on the shoulder. "My name's Augustine."
He said, extending his hand. The man smiled, and grasped it tightly.

"Name's Groga."