Vendragar and the Serpent's Fang
April 24, 2020
Vendragar the Slayer in
“Vendragar and the Serpent’s Fang”
Story by Chriscripts.
Vendragar wipes his sweat coated brow as he enters the witch’s tent. The intense rays of the desert sun shine brightly through the gaps in the entrance’s flaps. For once, Vendragar’s unconventional choice of clothing worked out well for him, though it made it immediately obvious just how sweaty the hairy barbarian was, his back was practically a waterfall, his loincloth stained with perspiration.
The Witch smiles as she taps her fingernails against a crystal ball, warty, old and sporting a crooked back, a textbook example of a witch indeed. She looks Vendragar over, sitting up slightly as she addresses him, a calm, cold tone to her voice.
“So, you have come to me after all, Vendragar… The Crusher, was it?”
Vendragar grunts, folding his arms in annoyance as he examines the tent, adorned with various potions, spellbooks, and magical artifacts. He was looking for something, gripping his axe firmly.
“I am Vendragar the Crusher, yes. You promised many men if Vendragar find you. I do not see men here. Only old woman.”
The Witch nods her head slowly.
“Patience, barbarian. I have something to ask of you first. I require a Titan Serpent’s fang for my elixir. I am certain you’ll find its effects… beneficial”
Vendragar scoffs, frowning at the Witch.
“How do Vendragar know old woman isn’t lying?”
“Step closer. Gaze into the crystal ball, my dear. I will show you the future should you accept this task…”
Vendragar is reluctant at first, glaring down at the crystal ball on the table before him. He slowly takes a seat, his loincloth riding up between his plump buttcheeks as he squints into the crystal ball.
”…Is just glass ba-”
Vendragar is cut off as his eyes glow a bright white. He can see himself, standing in a bedroom in a nearby inn. He has his gut pressed up against another, hairy, bearded man sporting an impressive beer belly. Pinning this mystery man against the wall as the two make out with each other. There are a couple of other men in the room, drinking ale as they watch the two sweat coated men kiss passionately…
…And then Vendragar returns to the present, a look of astonishment on his face, having to wipe a small amount of drool from his face. He clears his throat, looking at the Witch with stern determination in his eyes.
“Vendragar will retrieve fang for old woman. You are certain this future is real?”
“The crystal ball never lies, dear. You have my word. Though I would recommend finding some sort of protection… the Titan Serpent is no ordinary snake.”
Vendragar points to his axe, then to his muscular arms, smirking.
“Strength is Vendragar’s protection. Snake will cry home to Mother like injured child on first look at muscles! You have Vendragar’s word!”
The Witch chuckles, sitting back in her chair.
“I have no doubt. That is why I got you to come here after all. Good luck to you, Barbarian.”
Vendragar thuds an ab with his free fist, nodding towards the witch.
“Vendragar needs no luck. Prize of many men is all I need!”
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