Lillithandrosoth was going over tnhe plan for the sixth time. She sighed, thinking that these moronic
bandits were not quite cracked up to be everything
promised in the listing.
“Okay, again. When the new hero –”
“Miss! Miss Lillithand…” interrupted one of the bandits,
trailing off either in stupidity at having forgotten her name
or in a linguistic conundrum at it being virtually unpronounceable.
“Yes,” she gritted her teeth.
“I have to go to the outhouse.”
“I told you to go before we left!” shouted the bandit leader,
a bigger and badder version of the regular bandit.
Lillithandrosth closed her eyes and counted to three, just
like her therapist
told her to do when she was about to NUKE
the world out of existence. Freezing her heated emotion, she opted to simply
freeze the unfortunate bandit in question.
Running down the hill, Tygar
tripped noiselessly
as he witnessed this event. “Cool,” he said.
The other bandits backed away from the banditsickle.
“Now, as I was saying, when the new hero –”
“How do we know a hero’s gonna come here?” asked a bandit.
“Prophecies!
And our super-advanced satellite tracking system has pinpointed his location.
He will appear here!”
Just then, Tygar appeared.
“Do not fear, fair maiden!
I have a sword!”
he shouted.
He wants to save me.
The hero’s gullible. Didn’t see that coming.
“Arrrr.
Attack –”
The bandit leader, was cut off by Lillithandrosth’s freeze
spell, as were the rest of the bandits.
Tygar skidded to halt, gazing at the now frozen horde of
bandits.
“Er, I’m here to save you…?”
“Oh! My hero!” she whispered too innocently.
Tygar was gazing around at the bandits who now resembled
some sort of demented
ice demon’s chess set.
“Cool,” he said.
“You saved me!” she lied through her teeth. “How
can I ever repay you?”
“Er, yes, I suppose I did…” Tygar trailed off, somewhat
distracted by fact that Lillithandrosth was wearing less than one square foot
of rather sheer cloth.
Knowing the limits of the male mind,
she sauntered slowly, sambaing sensuously, toward the stricken simpleton.
“What’s your name?”
“Uh. Uh. Uh. Tygar? I think?”
“Well, Tygar, I’m Lillithandrosth. I’d like to thank you
properly for what you just did.”
At this point, Tygar manages to regain some sense and
sensibility. A
somewhat brilliant thought struck him.
“Excuse me, Miss
Lillithandrosth. Are you the Sacred Booty?”
“Let’s just slip – what?”
“Oh, I knew it. Wyznbach’s going to be so proud!”
“Wyznbach! What’s he –” she was cut off as he scooped her
off the ground and slung her over his shoulders.
Tygar started running back to the village, Lillithandrosth
bouncing behind
him, trying to keep Tygar’s sword from cutting off anything valuable.
Wyznbach! I’ll finally
be able to kill that old fool! Hey! Wait a second! Get out of my head!
And so the two hurried back, one to hand over the Sacred
Booty, one to be handed over as Sacred Booty.