So we continued our quest after tentacle-y monsters. Which I always thought would be sexier, but it turns out not so much. In any case, we arrived in a village being terrorized by a horror composed of many chickens fused head to tail end with tentacles in place of the normal feet. It laid eggs with tentacles protruding from the shell, which the eggs then used to make a speedy exit. It was sort of comical, when it wasn't killing people. Interestingly, this village was also visited by a Theran airship not too long ago.
Of course we stepped in to relieve the village of this monstrosity, thinking, "How bad could this possibly be? It's just a chicken, after all. Just a horrible, mutated, freak of nature chicken." It didn't take long for us to find out that it, could, in fact, defend itself quite nicely using its many, many tentacle-y feet. But our sheer perseverance paid off, and after steady blows, it was finally defeated. The townsfolk were very grateful and threw a party in our honor. Thankfully, no chicken products were served.
The townsfolk showed us the direction that the Therans went, and we followed their trail. It looked like their luck had run out, because we found their ship some ways up the road, crashed and wedged upside down in between two tall buildings. A crowd had gathered, and they had already captured some of the airship inhabitants and held them in cages. Also caged was what seemed to be a dog, but with a tiny tentacle instead of an ear. Some bleeding hearts wanted to save it -- they always think, "Oh, it's just an adorable <blank> with just this one strange little <blank>. What's the worst that could happen?" I think I'm pretty quick on the draw, if you know what I mean, and I can tell you that, assuredly, the worst _will_ happen, and it will be exceedingly painful. So, long story short, I stealthily dispatched the dog-thing, and returned its corpse to its cage. And no one was the wiser!
After some serious strategizing, we decided to board the airship and look for the remaining crew members. We ended up finding a captive princess-like lady who -- of course -- needed rescuing. She wouldn't leave her cabin for fear of the cook. The cook? Yes, the cook. She was afraid of the cook. Okay, so we went to "talk" to the cook. With swords, thinking that this was going to be pretty straight-forward. Well, the man has got one helluva arm -- he threw a turnip at me and I nearly _died_. The rest of the party didn't fare much better, and we all ended up fleeing the ship, leaving the princess to fend for herself. While we were recovering, _someone_ set fire to the entire ship, burning the captive alive. I was really disappointed, because I like princesses, and especially saving them. They always feel so obligated afterwards.
Luckily, a woman appeared with some sort of soup -- I declined politely since I only eat leaves and berries -- that thankfully replenished everyone, even the charred corpse of the princess. Even though she probably won't sleep with me, now, I'm glad she's alive. She seemed nice.
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