He sent the three girls an invitation. After Dave sent the party invitation and the girls accepted it, Spike allowed the girls approach. Spike was no longer agitated and let Lone rub his fur. When the other girls saw Lone getting 'accepted' they also joined in.
"We have to take Spike, he's too cute to leave behind," Lone said.
"He can't carry us all," Dave said.
"But he can carry us," Lone grinned at him and jumped up on Spike's back. Mercy and Demeri smirked at Dave too and jumped up behind her.
"Go spike go!" Lone urged the forest fiend, digging her heels in.
Spike snorted, but didn't move.
"Why won't he go?" Lone wailed, distraught.
"I tamed Spike, he obeys me. You can't expect to just take over and dictate whatever you want. That's really not cool."
Lone puffed her cheeks.
Ralph sent Dave a private message, 'Good. Now show them you're still a good guy, that you can be generous if they behave. Give them a ride on Spike.'
"Spike," Dave nodded to the fiend. Spike suddenly took off, galloping along the city wall. The girls shrieked, taken by surprise at first. They recovered almost immediately though, they were soon soon yelling and giggling in delight, enjoying their ride atop the bloodthirsty stag.
Spike circled the city walls a couple of times before finally coming to a stop in front of Dave.
"AGAIN!"
"More please!"
"Okay girls, we have a long way to go, we need to get going."
"No we want to keep riding Spike!"
He felt like a parent taking a new favorite toy away from his children.
"We'll travel on foot. It's not fair for if only a few get to ride and the rest of us walk," Dave said.
Dave shared the location of the tomb with the new party members. After confirming their destination, they left the city and were soon in the Deep Wilds.
"You guys travelled really deep into the Wilds, I don't think anyone's ever gotten this far before," Lone commented after looking at her map and trying to locate Urburg relative to other known locations.
"Yeah, well it was all thanks to the dragon," Dave said.
"You met the dragon? And survived?" Ralph was surprised.
"We got lucky. Anyway, we should be careful, monsters could pop out from anywhere. Perfect, can you please scout ahead?" Dave asked.
"Yeah, I'm on it." Perfect went ahead of the party to secure the way ahead.
After some time and hearing nothing from Perfect Demeri asked, "Will he be okay?"
"Yeah, he's been doing a great job scouting for us so far."
"Dave," Perfect spoke through party com.
"What is it Perfect?" Dave asked.
"I think we should go around another way, there is an orc camp up ahead."
"Orcs? We can handle some crummy orcs," Flanker spoke.
"Don't be a tool. Not regular orcs, this is the Wilds, they're High-Orcs. Level 350 at least," Perfect said. "Shit, they spotted me!"
The party heard a loud commotion coming from ahead of them.
Perfect was running toward them with everything he had, "Split up!" he shouted.
Perfect ducked a shooting fireball like he had eyes in the back of his head, but it continued toward the rest of the party. Lone nocked shot at the incoming ball. The arrow exploded midway creating an icy fog that smothered the fireball into wisps of vapor and smoke.
"We need to go another way, there are too many!" Perfect said.
"I think it's too late for that," Dave said.
Oversized green-skinned humanoids began to emerge from the forest. Unlike regular loin cloth wearing orcs of Conquest these orcs were armored and armed to the teeth, carried swords, clubs and war axes.
The orcs spread out to surround the party like a well organized combat unit, their named-tags were bloody red.
One of the orcs pointed his rusty battleaxe at the party and shouted in a hoarse phlegmy voice, "Fresh meat!"
"No meat on the menu today," Dave snarled back, drawing his flamberge and lifting his tower shield.
Chapter end
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