#That priest with cheekbones so sharp that turn people into belivers

[doriansapprentice]

Road to Undermount

Ship: Mal Volaris X M, MC Solaris

Words: 1 586

Warning: Racist slure and homophobic mention, fighting, and one curse word.

Disclaimer: All characters belongs to Pixelberry

A/N: Part of @choicesweeklychallenge Prompt "Why are you looking at me like that!? I swear I didn't do anything!" Who will appear in bold. Partly inspired of Road to Eldorado cause I can imagen its something Mal and Mc would do 😉

The archer beamed bubbly as Mal ran a hand in his dark blond hair and wrapped a lock around his thumb. Adventures in all honor, when the wayward group of mages, royalties and acident creature had to search for dark artifacts and fight the shadow court. Tho the young man loved the harmonic and quiet nights like this.

After buying supplies in a rustic middle large village a couple of miles from White Tower, the gang set camp in a hidden valley in a old woods not far from the main road leading almost all the way to Underwood. It were the first woods since they left the capital after going on bumpy and rocky steepe lands. If they wanted to hide properly the experience gang would not make a fire and perhaps even choose a valley further from the main road just to be sure. Mostly they wanted a warm meal after eating lukewarm food and sleeping in drafty inns for days, and wanted to sleep around a fire on soft grass. Tho the gang were a bit wary not making the fire to high. Due to what happen earlier that day...

On their trip to the village three rough guards had mock Tyril calling him knife ear and beeing threatful towards them. The men did not have the royal emblem on their armors, who were a bit worn out but else in good shape. By the hips in old scabbars it were long swords and a arm long dagger. So Tyril and Solar sucpected it were three guards from a bigger city, going around the villages nearby to maintain order, or what seems to be in this case scaring and harassing villagers and drinking ale.

It were only Tyril and Solaris there as Nia and Threp looked to buy new pots and pans, Imtura and Kade for meat and Mal were heavens know where. The rogue had mishviously left the group grinning said he got buiness to do. So the elf and human had walked into a tavern/ Inn to gather usefull informations on the road aheas from the old women incharge. One of the guards wobbling got up from the guards table, waving his knife and grinning his teeth, hissing that he would gladly cut the tip of rough prince ear so he would look normal.

To the guards annoyance the elf did not move a muscle in his face, instead he shoved a elbow in the bend of the mans arm so he dropped the knife. The guard being very drunk had a hard time to to draw his sword, who got stuck in the scabbars, making it easy for Tyril to slide to the side drawing his own sword and hitting the hilt in the back of is head. Rolling his eyes up the guard passed out and it all took a second, so his friends only reacted after he hit the floor. One guard had just stood up when Solaris shot an arrow that stuck in the hard wood one inch from his ear. Laughing dry the archer said the next arrow would cut the tip of His ear of if he did not ran away this instant. Tyril blocked the knife that the third guard throwed with one flick of his sword and glared at the man who feelt over confident and ran at Tyril. Solaris had looked at the knife on instict and that gave the second guard a chance to attack. The guard raised his sword high over his head to attack and it got stuck in the wood cealing. Swiftly Tyril kicked the man in his groin and when his tumble to the floor the elf kicked his knee under the chin making him fall backward bumping his head and lost concious. Solaris did just as good swordfighting the other man and happen to hit the flat side of the sword at the cocky guards hand who dropped the sword howling of pain, and wasting no time the dark blond man headbutted him so he passed out before hitting the wooden floor. It were only a few people in the combinated tavern and inn who looked wide eyed on the fight. Cheering impressive that they succeded to win and moreover did so in under ten minutes.

Hours later the gang meet up after the old women incharge insisted that the man would stay for a drink on the house. Imtura groaned of missing all the action and Kade wide eyed wanting every detail of it, while Nia fussed about them getting some shallow wounds wanting to treat it.

Tyril sat down reading a book near the fire to get more light to read in than the moon and stars. Kade hummed quiently and lazily played on a new song he improvised out of the blue. Nia sat near Tyirl knitting on another scarf, already knitting one for Mal and Solaris. Threep layed on the ground biting and rolling the ball of yarn between his pawn and since it did not disturb Nia's work that much, the gentle priestness let the nesper play. The archer loved that Mal continued to play with his hair as he talked to Imtura about the adventure they both been through competing who were had the wildest ones.

" Maybe you should join my crew landcrab? I would gladly accept the challange to make a pirate out of you." Imtura smirked taking another big swing of her ale burping loudly.

Mal grinned loopsided now running his thumb around the archers sharp cheekbones.

" Why not? What do you say Sol? Wanting to sail the seven seas?"

" We would make a dashing pair. I can imagen." Sol winked tilting his head up and tug Mals hair so their lips meet halfway.

The orch captain rolled her eyes as they snog fiery.

" We might get to work harder to make you a fiery pirate River boy."

Over dramaticaly the dark blond man sat up gasping, ruffling the tousled hair.

" I have you know Captain I am VERY Fiery."

Kade snickered.

" Its true. One time I ate the last chocolate we stole from a rich foreigner, travling through Riverbend. Sol blue eyes burned and he hunted me around the village. It lasted for three days I have you know."

It did not convince the orch who grunt poking a meat club of chicken at Tyril who rolled his eyes wondering what shenanigan the pirate were up to.

" No offence baby cheeks. But prince fancy pants is even more fiery than you and is more likely to grow a pirate beard."

Tyril did not bother that with a answer and had his nose burried in the book.

" Okay enough with the cock measure contest." Solaris glared at Imtura. " And that goes for you to!" The orch just shrugged going thats fair. " We should play a game. I know we knew eachother well. But there is always more to tell and this is our last chance before everybody go their seperate ways. What say you all?"

Mal wrapped his arms around Solaris stroking his thumb on his shoulder and the other ruffled his hair, who the archer doubt would get any messier but alas he were wrong.

" I like that idea. We could do a classic game I have no clue where it orgins. We all tell three stories. One is the truth and two a lie. Then we have to guees. Which one i true. Loser gets to drink."

They all agreed. Mal cleared his throat when three men marched into camp.

" There you are your cheeter! We want our money back your street rat!"

The gang bounched up ready to fight. First beliving it were the three guards, only to see it looked like villagers, arm with axes and knifes.

" Why are you looking at me like that!? I swear I didn't do anything!" Mal said looking at Solaris skeptical face. Not able to smirk smugly.

One of the men throwed some dice on the ground, and Mal made a oh I must have grab their dice as I hurried of.

" Your dice are Loaded!!!"

" What?! You gave me loaded dice?!" Mal theatrical turned to Solaris

" I gave you what??"

The bard played a dramtic tune. Mal winked and Solaris just played along being used to Mals schemes by now.

" You better give them their money back or I will..." The thief pulled out his sword. " En garde!"

The archer on instict stretched his arm to get his bow who hanged round the shoulder and draw his sword.

" I am thief? Take a look in the mirror."

The men jumped around and fought near the fire and up a boulder.

" Ah. You fight like my sister!" The rouge laughed dodge the other rouge sword.

" I fought your sister. Thats a compliment!" Sol grinned loopsided.

" Get them!" One of the men shouted.

" Ops well it were worth a shot. One last fight as a group Kit?"

Beaming of the nickname the dark blond man looked at him mishviously.

" Beside you? Always. But why did you use loaded dice tho?"

Mal brown eyes turned dark as the night sky.

" The men were rude and homophobic to a couple who owed a small inn. So I thought I scam them and give the two men who own the inn the money."

Sweetly Sol gave Mal a kiss on the tip of his nose.

" Okay Mr adventurer. Lets kick their asses."

Also beaming of the new nickname the due jumped down.