The difference between myself and a real hero? Other than my stunning good looks, impeccable fashion sense, and outright modesty. I seriously consider leaving people to horrible things everytime. I don't neccessarily actually leave them to those fates, but I really really want to. I'm sure for a hero they never think about that, they have some heroic heroicness that says "NO YOU MUST SAVE EVERYONE!" where as the voice in my head is telling me I really should just leave these idiots to their fates, because they'd do the same to me if our positions were swapped.
All of this to say when I was free of my binding and walking towards Dezryan's frightened horse, I gave serious thought to leaving the slimy jerk to die. He also thought the same because I heard him cry out again, though that could have also been because a group of flesh creatures was approaching him, either way he was afraid he'd just freed me for me to run away. I wasn't actually planning on that mind you, I'd thought about it, but that other part of my stupid head told me I had to save him, because of I dunno guilt? I don't understand my own crazy very often. I was planning on grabbing my pistols, not for their normal purpose (I had as always a crazy plan).
I didn't have a lot of time, the creatures which had been ignoring me prior to Dezryan calling out for me, had dispatched enough brothers to come kill the one lone naked necromancer reborn. This was about to be to their detriment. I snatched my revolvers from where Dezryan had been tauning them me with them and opened the breaches dumping the bullets in my hand (those of you with intelligence can probably guess what I did, and think at the same time "WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?"). Now I knew those bullets had gotten wet and perhaps the blasting caps in the rounds were still too wet to fire normally, but if you apply a lot of heat like say fire... You have a much more likely chance of them firing, or at the very least igniting the powder and turning the bullets more into shrapnel.
I tossed my deadly package at the flesh creatures (which I'm sure were amused at the gesture at first) and then ignited the bullets. Now I had intended on a small explosion, and then some loud bangs from the bullets going off. What I got was a large explosion and deadly pieces of metal whipping by my damn head. I'd like to think it was because those bullets were ones my former slave masters had made themselves and perhaps packed incorrectly. All I know is that I had a pack of flesh creatures in front of me prior to the explosion, and a lot of dead flesh after it (and a cut right under my ear from something blowing by my head, so I almost killed myself AGAIN!). In the carnage a few brothers had survived and had freed Dezryan who immediately had his staff free and charged me, such is the thanks I normally get.
"I shall end you monster."
"Is that anyway to thank the person who saved your life? No I think what you and your brothers will do is leave this land with your tails between your legs." We were standing about a person's length apart, he had the blade staff free, and I personally knew he had some kind of wind/force magic. But I had my necromancy and fire, and the pistols (which were empty, but they didn't know that).
"This isn't over." It was defiance but that of resigned defiance, the Brother with him knew they were beat, they had faced the evil and failed.
"Of course not, but your part is princess, don't worry as usual I'll fix the mess here and then we'll settle up back in Ronerawth," With magic returned so did my mouth, well more of my mouth. Dezryan was about to offer a rejoinder, but one of his fellows put a hand on his shoulder and they turned to the task of burying their dead (or what was left of them).
Now if I was smart I'd have left the lands of the east to whatever stupid disease had taken over and started to wipe them out. But as I've said before I'm dumb as all get out with stuff like this and despite my best attempt to ignore it I felt sorry for poor Ruk and his fellow "heroes". So I liberated one of the brothers horses (with so many dead it was a shame to just let them keep it!) and set out east deeper into the madness (the brothers had been laying waste to coastal areas, because even they knew that real problems were more inland). And thus began another shameful chapter in Lorentino stupidity. Like most things I should have just left awful enough alone!
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