Corrupted Radiatons

by Michael Rogers

Fisherman B: "The tavern?" *He looked at Lezard from head to toe.* "You might want to be careful."

  Lezard: "Ooo, what's wrong?"

  Fisherman B: "It's not a place for just anyone." *He implied Lezard would have a hard time in the tavern.*

  Lezard: "Bwarharh. I'm in a guild myself, little monster."

  Fisherman A: "You are?" *He spoke in confusion, waving his hand beside his face, as if he was shooing away flies.*

  Lezard: "The delicious Remenistal Guild." *He giggled, wiggling his bottom to each side.*

  Fisherman B: "If you say so-" *He shooed flies off his forehead and stepped to the side, pointing down the path he came from.* "All the way down there, the larger house with weapons at the front. You can't miss it."

  Lezard: "Thankies." *He giggled and adjusted his cone-shaped hat, before hobbling down the aisle.*

  Fisherman A: "Thankies?"

  Fisherman B: "His guild has delicious in it?"

  Fisherman A: "Might be a guild of Scoldrant eaters?"

  Fisherman B and A: "Narhahahahah." *They laughed and swayed their fishing rods, before continuing towards their destination.*

  Lezard: "Now.. The instructions for my future sidequest is to find a gentleman wearing noticeable clothes." *He pulled out the object wrapped in skin coloured sheets and observed each person he bypassed.* "They all look the same."

  *Lezard mumbled in confusion and hobbled past several people standing behind little carriages, as they tried to sell him stuff.*

  Lezard: *He looked closer towards the water and noticed a man, wearing a clown suit, sitting on top of a bunch of large wooden crates.* "Well, if that isn't noticeable, then beat me down with a hotdog."

  *Lezard hobbled towards the man in the clown suit and coughed, trying to catch his attention.*

  Lezard: *He looked up to the man and coughed more louder.* "Good evening."

  Clown: "Howdy, hyarh hyarh."

  Lezard: "Why does a fellow of your garments look so down?"

  Clown: "If I tell you-, hyarh, you can't tell anyone."

  Lezard: "Ooo, secrets!" *He clapped his hands, looking up to the man with anticipation.*

  Clown: "I'm James and I'm a Rostic Dancer, from the Lost Ruins of Estel, formally known as the city to the Elementalists."

  Lezard: "Plot twist?" *He gasped to himself.* "They say you all disappeared after an encounter with the Consultants."

  James: *He pressed his red button-like nose, causing it to squeal like a toy.* "There are a few dancers not currently in the city."

  Lezard: "The Purafetic Ceremony?"

  James: *He focused more attention to Lezard.* "You know about that?"

  Lezard: "Telling me something like this.. Why?"

  James: "Should we both stop playing dumb? I felt the Radiatons from within you."

  Lezard: "Plot twist."

  James: "What really brings you here, divine sir?"

  Lezard: "Nothing of importance. I'm merely a Radiaton User. I have no connection to the holy city."

  James: "I'm sorry to hear, hyarh."

  Lezard: "Have you posted a request in Silver Wind Island?"

  James: *He looked surprised.* "How do you know-?"

  Lezard: *He presented the item to James.* "Was it you?"

  James: *He jumped off the crate, causing his large boots to make comical sounding squeaky noises.* "You found it?" *He gently grabbed the item and started to unwrap it.*

  Lezard: "Was it for you? It was posted anonymously."

  James: "The few people that knew of the Consultant's impending arrival and didn't want to fight, left the key in case the city was raided by the warriors in the aftermath."

  Lezard: "You knew the Consultants would win?"

  James: "Only four dancers mastered the art. All the others were told to protect the others."

  Lezard: "This isn't the time for an emotional scene!"

  James: *He nodded his head, adjusting his clown-like garments.* "So, we hid the key-"

  Lezard: *He watched James reveal a large blue key with ruby carvings on it.* "Ooo."

  James: "Unfortunately, the Rostic Dancer who used to have this key was tail-gated by the number two captain. That is why I'll now be the guardian to this key."

  Lezard: "What does it unlock?"

  James: "Radiatons or not, I can't tell you."

  Lezard: "Lezard understands."

  James: "You have my thanks, Lezard?" *He spoke in confusion, as if he wasn't sure that was his name as Lezard spoke in third person.*

  Lezard: "Yuppers." *He adjusted his cone-shaped hat.* "Why didn't you obtain the key yourself?"

  James: "It's not easy travelling between continents when the Consultants have warriors everywhere."

  Lezard: "Holy fish-cakes, that would be frightening." *He wiggled his bottom to each side.*

  James: *He stared at the key in his hand, before looking at Lezard with a slightly guilty look on his face.* "Unfortunately, I didn't personally make the request, so I have nothing to give you."

  Lezard: "That's okay. I'm sure you'll play a delicious part later on in the series as a sensational sidequest."

  James: "Pardon?"

  Lezard: "Don't worry, little monster. Bwarharh. I'll talk to you later! Toodles!"

  James: *He watched Lezard continue to hobble down the aisle, stopping in front of the tavern.* "Delicious? Toodles? In third person?"

  Lezard: *He stood on his toes and stared at people's heads from inside the tavern.* "Swinging doors? Just like our delicious tavern-"

  *Several backpackers brushed past Lezard, as he stood in the middle of the walking aisle.*

  Lezard: *He noticed two large barrels with different types of weapons poking out of them, stationed on either side of the swinging doors.* "Okies, here we go."

  *Lezard took a deep breath and listened to the waves slapping against the wooden docks, before hobbling inside the tavern.*

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  *Nathan ran with one eye squinted and tried to contain his exhausted breaths, as he carried Karol on his back.*

  Karol: "Nafan, I fink we lost them."

  Nathan: (We haven't found Destiny or this creature. We're scattered from the Champion. I've exhausted all my Neurons. The entire Black Brigade is in the forest, and now there's an Ancioldrant nearby. We are screwed.)

  Karol: "Nafan?"

  Nathan: "Huh?" *His eyes widened, as he focused on Karol's voice.* "What is it?"

  Karol: "We should be far away now."

  Nathan: "We'll have to rely on my abilities to memorise the terrain."

  Karol: *He nodded his head.* "How many Spacial Funnels have we entered? You shure you can remembarh?"

  Nathan: *He nodded his head and suddenly collapsed to his knees, causing them to slide forward.* "Arh-"

  Karol: *He rolled over Nathan's head and landed on his bottom.* "Nafan?"

  Nathan: "I'm-." *He struggled to talk and suddenly lost consciousness.*

  Karol: "N-Nafan?" *He squealed and quickly crawled up to Nathan, quickly shaking his body.*

  Nathan: "..." *He became limp and failed to respond to Karol's cries.*

  Karol: *He looked around him, noticing they were in the middle of an opening.* "We have to hide-"

  Nathan: "..."

  Karol: "I'll haff to-" *He stood up in a tired-like manner and grabbed Nathan's arm with both hands, readying to lift him.* "W-Wah-"

  *Karol squealed and Nathan's arm slipped through his hands, causing him to stagger back.*

  Karol: (He's too heavy-)

  Synthoss: "They went this way!"

  Tara: "Slaughter them!" *Their voices echoed in the distance, alerting Karol.*

  Karol: (Oh noes!) *He squealed in thought and stood back up in determination, grabbing Nathan's arm with both hands.*

  *Karol scrunched his face with all his might, slightly dragging Nathan across the ground inch by inch.*

  Karol: *His face turned red.* (I haff to do this! For Nafan!)

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  *Lezard hobbled up to a
man behind the counter, who was cleaning cups with a dirty rag.*

  Lezard: "Ooo, a male version of Keeper?"

  Bartender: "What?"

  Lezard: "I'm here to spread word of a warning. Where is the strongest guild?" *He looked around the tavern.* "I don't recognise anyone here."

  Bartender: "Recognise? You sure you're in the right place?"

  Lezard: "Yuppers-"

  *A table full of warrior-looking bandits made cheers over the table, carelessly spilling beer all over it.*

  Lezard: "Ooo, they look scary enough!" *He giggled to himself and started to hobble towards the table.* "Greetings friends."

  Villager: "Then we slew the Scoldrant, and that's how we got yer hefty reward."

  Bandit: *He sat on the opposite side of the table.* "Yer don't say!" *He raised his large cup of half drunken beer.*

  Warrior: "Our Azure Bursts were enough to take the dirty lamp down."

  Lezard: "Very strong!" *He stood beside the table and noticed nobody paying attention him, as if they purposely ignored his presence.* "So, I need help-"

  Bandit: "My request was transporting some wench across the continent, who's not to say we didn't have fun along the way."

  Villager: "Yeryer!" *He chuckled with a smile, revealing his missing teeth.*

  Lezard: "Friends?" *He purposely leant over the table.* (They're not looking at me.)

  Villager: "I actually fulfilled two requests."

  Bandit: "Yer?"

  Villager: "Yer."

  Lezard: (I'll need to carefully think how I can get their attention. Any disrespect and I could find myself in a temperamental situation, as what Trevmeister would like to say-) *He carefully leant over the table and gently held one of the bandit's cups.*

  Bandit: *He continued to ignore Lezard who held his cup.* "When should we start the next request? Yer keen?"

  Lezard: (Carefully-) *He looked at the bandit and violently tipped the remaining beer in his face.*

  Bandit: "What?!"

  Lezard: "Yay me! I got your attention." *He watched everyone on the table stand up with anger filled faces.*

  Villager: "We just completed our missions, we are celebrating-" *He grunted, as if he wanted Lezard to leave the table.*

  Lezard: "That's delicious and all, but I'm here to warn you about the demon!" *He adjusted his cone-shaped hat.*

  Warrior: "Look at the dirty lamp's hat."

  Lezard: "Bwarharh, such evil language, you and Luna would get along fine."

  Warrior: *He stood up and snatched the hat off Lezard, before pushing him over onto the floor.* "Thanks for yer hat."

  Bandit: "He's trying to warn us." *He implied his guild was very strong.*

  Lezard: "Yucky, it's sticky down here-" *He looked up, watching the table of bandits circle around him.* "This doesn't look like a promising angle."

  *Lezard glanced around the crowded tavern, noticing nobody paid attention to his situation.*

  Lezard: "I'm here to warn you-"

  Warrior: "Haha, I got it!" *He chuckled in a bully-like manner, swaying the cone-shaped hat in the air.*

  Villager: "Good work!" *He cackled and clapped his hands, staring at the hat.*

  Lezard: "That's father monster's-?" *He reached up from the floor, implying her wanted his hat back.*

  Warrior: *He looked down at Lezard, placing the hat on his head in a taunt-like manner.* "This is what you get for warning us."

  Lezard: "It has awoken, just spread the word!-"

  ?????: *A small red-headed woman looked over to the men with a bored expression.* "Eh? Teaming up, aren't you toughies!" *She yelled across the room, catching their attention.*

  Lezard: *He looked at the red-headed woman in shock.* (That was easy for her to get their attention-)

  Villager: "Guys, looks like we got another." *He smirked and stared at the woman, poking out his tongue sleazy-like.*

  Lezard: "Lezard's heroes?" *He looked at the small woman, noticing a large and a small man accompanying her.* "A small cranky red-haired lady-"

  *Lezard observed the very large man and noticed his bulging muscles behind the red-haired woman.*

  Lezard: "A very handsome gentleman the ladies would definitely get excited over, and-"

  *Lezard observed the small frail man, as he adjusted the straps to a backpack-like bag on his shoulders.*

  Lezard: "And, a secondary character?"

  *Another villager stood up from a seat behind the red-haired woman and touched her on the bottom.*

  Red-Haired Woman: *She gasped in shock, tightening a fist.* "You have no idea-"

  Large Man: *He quickly turned around, punching the villager in the face.* "Back off!"

  Frail Man: "Umm, I'm going to go-"

  Man: "Harh!" *He shouted and unsheathed an axe from his back, causing Tyler to nervously look down.*

  Red-Haired Woman: *She looked at the large man with blushing cheeks.* "I can protect myself, Holly."

  Lezard: (This commotion, I just wanted to forewarn everyone-) *His pleads echoed in his head, triggering a flashback.*

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  *Lezard and the champion stood outside Silver Wind Island, as the cool sea breeze blew past them.*

  Lezard: (I don't want to leave them by themselves, but-) "I still need to forewarn the rest of the people, but Lezard will come as soon as you can say, jinky winkies."

  Champion: "Jinky-?" *She watched Lezard suddenly disappear in a flash of purple light, causing her to look confused.*

  *The champion hobbled forward in disbelief, watching the purple light fade away.*

  Champion: "Lezard?!" *She shouted up into the air.* "Will you leave your guild members in danger?!"

  Lezard: "Poor old Lezard is sorry!" *His fading voice caught the champion's attention.*

  Champion: *She paused in thought.* "Where did he get a teleportation stone from?"

  *Champion stood on the spot puzzled and a cool sea breeze blew past her, snapping out of her line of thought.*

  Champion: "I must get Rachael. Her fighting abilities will help out immensely!" *She spoke in exhaustion and hobbled towards the cliff, causing an aura-made path to appear.* "I'm too exhausted from our battle with Blake, Tyson and Tara. But I have to keep going."