Prologue Unto Greatness: Redux

[Olvelsper]

"Right...we'll be off, then. Give our regards to the king." Craig shrugged and lead everyone off to the horses, hopping on top of his, and giving the others enough time to get on theirs, they rode off with the artifact in their possession.

"So, anyhow. You were Matoya's old whipping boy, right?" He smirked at Zack. "Care to lead the way? You'd know the fastest route there of the lot of us, afterall."

[Zenthor]

Zack fumbled on top of the horse, clambering on top of it, his robes not helping at all with the matter.

"I was not a whipping boy," he growled indignantly.  "I was an apprentice."  He sighed, and looked around, getting his bearings.  "She lives in a cave on the northern cape of the continent.  Across the bridge, through the valley, and through the woods.  To Matoya's house we go."  He pointed northward, accidentally firing off a fire spell that dispersed off the town walls that were in the way, but caused no harm other than just knocking himself off his horse.

[Nephrite]

Quatre laughed a little bit, offering a hand to the recently downed ally. "You should be more careful about that sort of thing, you know. You might hurt yourself." he said with a smile.

[Olvelsper]

"Or, y'know, get us all arrested or something." Craig mumbled with wide eyes, while quickly setting a pace on his horse so they'd get out of there before the guards were onto them.

He'd already rebuilt Morte's house, that was it for his manual labor for this week. Rebuilding town walls weren't in his schedule.

[Dracos]

Morte, meanwhile, chomped a bit in his bag as the horses road off towards the bridge, the sun high in the sky, a fortuitious sign.

Dracos

[Olvelsper]

"Well, now that we're outside of the easily spooked confines of society..." Craig took out the talking skull from his bag. "You alright there, Morte?"

[Dracos]

"Sheesh, a guy could sufficate in there!  Cha-cha!" The skull chattered, floating up above his hand.

Dracos

[Olvelsper]

"You're already dead. I think you're past that whole needing oxygen thing." Craig wryly stated, even as he slowed down his horse so he was on an even pace with the others. It kept him from losing control of his horse at the same time.

"Anyhow, Morte, meet my party mates. I don't think you got to meet them."

[Zenthor]

Zack climbed back on his horse and hurried to catch up with the others.  Getting caught by guards for burning up a wall was not on his list to do.

As he caught up, he glanced at the levitating skull.  Not knowing what else to say to a floating skull, he opened his mouth and said what had been on his mind since he first got a glimpse of him earlier..

"Say, what would you do if I lit you on fire?  Think about it, wouldn't it be cool?  You'd be a flaming skull of death!  Wouldn't that be cool?"

[Nephrite]

Quatre caught up with the others as well, just laughing a little bit.  He wasn't entirely sure what to say about the floating skull either, so he just decided to watch the antics for the time being.

[Dracos]

"Yo, Yo... Morte in the houuuuse!" Morte rapped poorly, self-ignited.  "Fire ye say, I got the jack of flames!"

Dracos

[Zenthor]

"Oooh, cool."  Zack said, his beady little yellow eyes becoming starry.  He blew on Morte to put the flames out.  "Well, you can do fire.  How about ice?!"  Zack, appearing excited, threw a ball of ice magic at the levitating skull.

[Dracos]

"Hey, what do I look like, a flying target?" Morte spun out of the way by ...well, not a hair?

Dracos

[Zenthor]

"Aw, damn."  Zack snapped his fingers.  "I could have worn a frozen skull on top of my hat if you hadn't moved."

[Olvelsper]

"Is it really smart to mess with the dead like this?" Craig mused out loud to himself. "I mean, he can't even help you if he's as frigid as the Princess."