Tad Karcher, Bad Archer - the Saga Continues
The Never Ending Quest - Episode 46081
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“Hey, hot mama!”the leering archer shouted from the mighty ramparts of
the castle. “Ditch the zero and get yourself a hero!” Roman dismounted the horse and rushed to Fred’s side, but quickly realized the poor knight was as dead as dead can be. She wept at his deadness. “Hey, babe!” Tad continued his onslaught of verbal abuse. “I know that dude aint hittin’ it right! Why don’t you loose him and find yourself a real man!” He flexed his right bicep pitifully.“You do know you just shot your own Lord Fred, don’t you!?” Roman shouted back. That was news to Tad! He nonchalantly scanned the area to see if anyone else had witnessed the crime and then, after he realized no one had, he nonchalantly shot the girl dead. Now how to dispose of the bodies?“AHEM!” Tad reeled around to behold a decrepit old man leaning on a gnarled oaken staff. His sullen, gray eyes were two sunken pits of despair. His mangy grey beard was so long it...um...that it...uh...looked really really long and stuff. He cleared his throat again and waggled his fingers mystically at Tad.The archer quickly hid his bow behind his back and smiled sheepishly. “Nice weather we’re havin’ today, huh?” “Indeed,” said the man. Their eyes locked in the uneasy silence that followed.Tad finally got right to the point.. “You saw me shoot them, didn’t you?” The old man nodded. “And you’re going to tell on me, aren’t you?” The old man nodded.“Well then it’s nothing personal,” Tad explained as he reloaded his shortbow and aimed it at his next victim. “I hope you understand.” But even as he made ready to release his arrow he felt a wave of magical energy wash over his body. He dropped the bow and swooned forward, then backwards, but amazingly regained his balance. “Whoa, dude!” he exclaimed. “Total head rush!” The old man raised his staff into the air and held it there. “SILENCE!” he commanded the befuddled, blundering bloke in a voice that sounded like pure thunder. “Tad Karcher, you are a bad archer!”“That like, ryhmes,” Tad pointed out. The old man chuckled. “It does, doesn’t it?”“You should be a poet or something.” The old man blushed . “Yes, I’ve been told that before...er, SHUT UP! I DEMAND SILENCE! You have commited a grave sin this day! But there is a way to redeem yourself. Beyond the Forest of the Windy Virgin there dwells the Seventh Crone Who Remembers Stuff That Is Forgotten By Most Except A Few. You must seek her out, for only she knows stuff that is forgotten.”Tad, who was by now transfixed by the old man’s spell, braved a question. “And why must I seek out the Seventh Crone?” Then he drooled all over himself. “I forget,” the old man confessed. “Now goeth ye therefore into the place in whicheth I have just described to thee. You have three days to complete this task. If you do not return by midnight on Sunday I will report your deeds to the high Lord of this castle.” Today was Thursday. The man snapped his fingers and Tad found himself standing in the middle of a dark, spooky forest.
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