Carrion Crown

The Z-Men: Enter the Barbarian

“My name is Fedifensor. Yes, I know it’s a strange one. It means “Defender of the Faith.” My dad heard tales of this powerful Holy Avenger stolen by the githyanki that roam the Astral Plane. He spent years searching for it before finally abandoning the quest to marry my mom. Now when I get a sword I am going to name her “Lenore.” Len and I will carve out our legend throughout these lands. She will be my bride until I get old and retire. I’ll probably do that at 22 or 25.

Well today, the Z-Men were hired to aid some farmers with bear trouble. Two new heroes answered the call today in the midst of battle. Aramis, a ranger provided covering fire while I strove to keep the baby bear’s attacks focused on me. I did a really good job at that because after one particularly vicious claw attack I found myself prone on the ground. With heroic resolve, I returned to my feet. Standing over 6 feet tall, I secretly pride myself of being the team’s big man. This other new guy looks like a human tree with a hammer stuck to its trunk. He dispatched the first bear and we turned in unison to face a huge demonic bear.

The barbarian’s opening attack gained the demon spawn’s attention. A bite and shake felled the shaggy man tree. Inspired by his bravery, I knelt to reach my prone companion. A quick prayer and some of the barbarian’s wounds heal up. I deftly blocked the bear’s next attack with my shield. A strange cry bursting from his chest, the barbarian smashes the beast. This time it is the demon that falls and a fel spirit leaves the beast. Soon it too fell to the Z-men.

I wish life could be lived on the battlefield. Things are so much simpler there. Returning to town, I found myself haggling with Father G for supplies that we need to defend their town. I’m not looking to profit from their plight but these warriors are under my protection. I need money to get them the tools we need to do this job. I hate when the people we were hired to save get tight fisted and miserly. After all of us promised to go to church on Sunday, I secured a new hammer for my barbarian buddy. His child like delight at being able to hit bad ghosts almost bought a tear to my eye but I blamed it on the dusty musty store.

Better equipped, the Z-Men return to the prison to look for the Lopper and the rest of his ghost gang.



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