the adventures of garl and odra manyboots

The Adventures of Garl and Odra Manyboots- Wick and Wax’of’Candle

The herb garden was coming along beautifully this season. Sahsi hummed softly to herself as she plucked mint, tucking them all into her bag. They’d need to be dried, of course, but once that was the case it’d be a nice tea. Oh, and who could forget the rose petals? They were a good ingredient in healing potions.

“Well, hello there… you’re Miss Sahsi, aren’t you?”

Sahsi looked up in surprise to see a fire genasi standing beside the garden. “Um, yes, hello!” Sahsi got to her feet and brushed off her skirt. “Sahsi Humble, that’s me. What can I help you with?”

“Let me introduce myself.” The genasi bowed. “I am Wick’of’Candle. Wick, for you. I couldn’t help but notice your eldercross.”

The Adventures of Garl and Odra Manyboots- A Declined Confession

“So… you see? I’ve never fallen in love with a client before, but you’re different from all the others. I love you Garl. Please… won’t you love me too?”

The deafening silence coming from Gemlyl’s room was all the answer that Besh needed, even if the dwarf was still waiting with baited breath. Besh hadn’t intended on listening in, but she was bringing Gemlyl her new gown from the tailor’s, and had paused when she realized that Gemlyl was with a client.

“Garl? Garl, please say something.”

The gargoyle sighed and Besh winced.

“Fine. I won’t be seeing you again, Gemlyl.”

The Adventures of Garl and Odra Manyboots- Nail Polish

“Sahsi? What are you doing?”

The goblin rogue had been so quiet Sahsi hadn’t even heard her enter. The shock of suddenly seeing Odra poke her head up over the foot of the bed almost caused her to drop her nail brush, but she managed to recover and just put it back in the polish cup. “Oh! Odra! I thought you and Garl were handling the bandits near-”

“Already done,” Odra pulled herself up on the bed. “Easiest eighty gold we’ve ever made.”

“They’re… very dead, aren’t they?”

“Dullahan cast sleep on most of them. It was over before Sylvia could summon a single thing.”

Odra pointed towards the nail kit. “Answer my question- what are doing, and what is that?” she asked.

The Adventures of Garl and Odra Manyboots- The Showdown with the Black Knight

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“Calipha. So this is where you’ve ended up. How have you been?”

Calipha clenched her jaw as she lifted her mace in front of her, staring down the smarmy bastard of an aasimar smirking at her.

“Calipher. I’ve been worse. Now leave.”

“No welcome for your brother?” Calipher tutted his tongue. “Shame. Not even inviting me in for tea and-”

Calipha didn’t even look, she slammed her mace into the face of the raider trying to sneak up on her right. The man dropped to the ground with a scream, clutching onto his broken nose. Calipher cackled and tossed his head back.

“Very well then. Least you’ve learned a thing or two since we’ve last seen each other.”

The Adventures of Garl and Odra Manyboots- The Origin of the Black Knight

“Garl, are you going to keep chewing on these guys until-”

“Get in my way, I’m chewing on you too, Dullahan.”

“… Well, I didn’t know I was your type… but before we begin, my safe word’s apple bread.”

Garl growled as he turned towards Dullahan, ready to rip the idiot limb from limb, but before he could Sylvia stepped between her father figure and the irate gargoyle. “That’s enough- from both of you,” she glowered at both of the men. “Odra’s not here. We’ve combed through the whole town but the only people here are dead humans. But Ficas thinks he’s picked up her trail, she tore out of west gate like a bat out of hell, but she did it under her own power. The half orc was telling the truth.”

“Good, then we can kill him now,” Garl tried to step past Sylvia but she snagged him by his shirt.

“Sahsi literally just put him back together.”

“He’s probably the one who shot her!”

“Doesn’t matter. Aunva’s on her side for this one, the half orc gets to keep breathing. For now.”

Garl growled and Sylvia responded by slapping him. It definitely hurt her more than him, judging by how she immediately shook her hand out afterwards, but it was enough to get Garl to pause.

Right. The half orc might have some more information. Once he found Odra, he’d join his friends in hell.

Garl hurried off, Sylvia watching him go before turning to Dullahan. “What’s his problem?” she asked, crossing her arms.

“Turns out he’s not completely stonehearted. Just hope he keeps his anger on the black knight and not any of us.”

The Adventures of Garl and Odra Manyboots- When Garl Met Odra

Three years ago…

There was something following him in the brush.

Garl wouldn’t have noticed it if he hadn’t dropped a few gold out of his pouch. Damn thing had a hole in it. He’d bent over to pick the coins up when he saw the brush twitch. Just a little twitch, just enough that he knew something was there. It wasn’t an animal. An animal would run. No, this thing was following him. It was intelligent.

It was hunting him.

How adorable.

Garl waited. Whatever was hiding there couldn’t have been very big. Probably a pissed off gnome from that caravan he hit a few days ago. He didn’t even take much, he just fucked their day for giggles. Not like there was anything else to do. Gods, could he be any more fucking bored?

The Adventures of Garl and Odra Manyboots- The Knight in Black Armor

Smoke. Smoke and blood.

Odra stumbled back in the village, spinning around and around to look for any survivors. Any at all. All she could see were corpses. Corpses of her fellow goblin defenders, but also the bodies of the elders, the farmers, the ones that just stayed home to mind the village… the ones who never hurt a fly.

Why? Why would someone do this? Odra weaved through the ruins and the death, whipping her head back and forth as she searched for her friends. “Mitemouth? Fatgut? Where are you guys!?” she called out. “Pach? Uglap? Anyone?! Clammaw?! Hello!? Come on, this isn’t funny anymore! Get out here, you all can’t be dead!”

They couldn’t be. She’d only ran away from the fight as a joke. They couldn’t be dead because of her joke.

Her pace picked up as she reached the center of the village, where some of the fires were still going. The smell of burning flesh made her eyes water but she sped up, the babies were there, if they weren’t moved away the fire would soon-

Odra skidded to a dead stop as she realized the fire was located inside of the pen.

No. They couldn’t have been that cruel.

But they’d been crueler.

The Adventures of Garl and Odra Manyboots – Too Much Fruit!

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“You know what, Garl?”

“Hmm?”

“I think. The guild master expected this job to be the one we don’t come home from.”

“Really? What makes you think that?”