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Rusted Knight replied to the topic Character Castle 2.5 in the forum Fantasy Writers 3 years, 8 months ago
“If ya say so. I go by Burn.”
Burn took a sip of the whiskey.
“Hey, is anyone keeping tabs on Metal-Punk? He’s skulking in a corner like he thinks I can’t hear that non-stop clanking. If we’re gonna do revenge, I bet a hitter would be useful.”
“Revenge? Revenge on…”
The loud whine of aircraft engines filled the saloon of the trading post. Caleb instinctively looked up. Judging by the changes in pitch, he guessed six planes. The bartender quickly set out a dozen glasses. Regulars opened the space between them and the bar. Caleb suddenly felt isolated by everyone else. Before he could think about it any further, the doors swung open to boisterous laughter. Eleven men in heavy jumpsuits sauntered into the bar. Two shouldered very long drake rifles, weapons meant to punch through the scales of dragons.
Caleb now understood. Drakers were often reckless sailors who were quite frankly crazy. Fighting the king of the skies in his own domain on a daily basis couldn’t be called anything else. The crews who did choose such a life were a different breed from everyone else, not that many cared. Those who got good at it could make a small fortune off of each kill.
“What’ll it be?” asked the bartender.
“Rum and a shot of the Dragon’s Breath for the rookie.”
A bear beastman put a great hand on a lad not much older than Caleb. The boy held up great claw still red with draconic blood. The rest of the crew patted him on the back.
“First kill!” Yelled the boy.
The others cheered. The bartender set about mixing the drink.
“Couldn’t have been a better shot.”
“Up came the monster. The harpoon had him fast but he would stop fighting.” the speaker tried to gesticulate the fight. “Set on blood, he snapped left and right chasing us out of range. Bart here flew right up to the beast, spinning like a madman to dodge ‘im. Boom! One shot in the eye and it was over.”
The bartender returned with the glass. Striking a match, he lit the top on fire. Bart looked at the drink obviously stumped by last ingredient.
“Drink up lad.”
“Drink it, Drink it, Drink it.” began the chant.
Grasping the drink, the lad looked at the dancing fire. Then the upper layer burned off. Suddenly reassured, he quickly gulped it. Caleb watch from the side. He would NEVER drink anything that had been on fire. That guy was braver or crazier than him for sure.
“So, um, Burn, you were talking about some kind of revenge on something?” Caleb said trying to divert his attention from the drakers.
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