A phantasy script.

A Phantasy Script Part 37: Weighting to Ralf

Nodding towards Berd, Fylec takes Jokesum upon his back as the two then fly above the crowd with Fylec golden wings wafting and flying them both in the direction of the entrance. Berd walks towards a weight lifting contest.

General: Wait, you actually want to do this?

Berd: Flip yeah! Dude, you're more buff than me! You should have a go as well.

At the weight lifting stall, a male elephant humanoid is standing. Wearing a red cape with a frown upon his face as the two approach.

Ralf: Alright fellas? I'm Ralf, welcome to the strong being stand! You want to give it a go?

Berd: Oh heaping ice cream yeah!

Ralf: The heck are you talking about? There's ice cream a few stalls...didn't you just come from the food feast?

General: Yes, why? Oh, the ice cream remark. Ah, no my friend here meant to swear but he was trying to make a pun too.

Ralf: Okay, now that makes sense. Anyway, you've got the winning token. Aren't you going to go gamble?

Berd: Oh, right. Well, I don't have...

Ralf: You could win one here!

General: We were actually going to leave.

Ralf: Why? Where were you going to go?

Picking up the mallet, used for the muscle challenge, Ralf then looks at the two of them menacingly.

Berd: Are you threatening me?

Ralf: No, I asked you a question. Where. Are. You. Going?

General: And that's not threatening? Fella, I'll have you know, I could do this without a mallet!

Ralf: Do...what? Oh, you actually want to have a go?

Clenching his left fist, with a click, General Mood rolls up his sleeves and frowns towards Ralf as the elephant looks at the mallet then places it upon the ground.

Berd: General, you really don't have to do this.

General: Oh I'll do this! I'll do this with some huts pa!

Looking at the thermometer type of gauge, General Mood then hits the button down hard. The bell dings then breaks off as the ball that was hit up, flies off the top and lands upon the ground behind the stall.

Ralf: Alright, damn! You won! Though, you broke my stall!

Berd: Deal with it.

Ralf: Fine, take your...token!

Snatching the token from Ralf's hand, General Mood scowls at him before the two of them turn around leaving the elephant shrugging as to what to do now that his stall is broken.

Berd: I mean, wow!

General: Are you still not wanting to go gamble?

Berd: Yeah, it's not really my style. I mean, where are the other two?

General: You have a point.

As Fylec lands down near the entrance, Jokesum jumps off his back and then Fylec begins to waft his wings again before the Fae curse dissipates from them both and he falls to the ground from two metres up.

Fylec: Ouch! What the ever loving heck?

Jokesum: Oh, I'm no longer hot pink. Guess the entrance was the way to remove it. Though, how do we inform those two?

The Goblin at the entrance sees the two, now rejuvenated back to their original forms.

Goblin: No freebies! Get here, get your stuff and leave!

Fylec: But, our friends are still in there?

Goblin: So, serves 'em right for not leaving with you!

Jokesum: Listen, pal. What if we get you to keep our stuff and you let us back in?

Goblin: No leaving and coming back!

Fylec: You mean, you stay forever or leave and never come back?

Goblin: That's not what I meant! You leave and come back in one year! Or you stay for however long you like.

Jokesum: One year? That's a long time to wait for the frivolities.

Goblin: Friv...ol...do you mean the merriment and fun?

Fylec: I thought that was implied by what he said?

Goblin: Poshers! Just use common language.

Jokesum: We'll wait by the entrance, like I said we would.

Goblin: No loitering! Or littering!

Fylec: What if we set up camp a little further away?

Goblin: As long as it's not within ten feet of here, fine. Do what you please.

Taking their golden goblet and fancy fedora back, the two of them sit twelve feet away from the entrance of Prismire on a verge of grass with the Goblin scowling at them.

Fylec: Bloody hell, if we had known that this was going to happen I wouldn't have taken just you.

Jokesum: Not like we had a choice, Mood weighs a tonne and Berd's no bag of feathers.

General Mood and Berd are now tapping their chins.

Berd: Could...could it be that there's been an incident at the entrance?

General: Well, if there was they could use our help. Come on, let's budge through these patrons of Prismire and make our way there!

Berd: Yeah boy!

The two budge each others arms and then begin to move through the crowd, pushing people aside with frowns and angered looks from all. The entrance Goblin sees the two push through people and looks at them with disbelief.

Goblin: Alright, alright! Make way people, these two are leaving!

The crowd parts as both then nod and make their way towards the Goblin.

Goblin: Your friends are over yonder, you done then?

Berd: Well, seeing as though General Mood isn't toffee-skinned any more and...oh, yeah they're gone, my wings and antenna are gone, we're done here.

Goblin: Alright, see you in a year.

General: Ah, my lute! Thank you for keeping it safe, be seeing you!

With a wave from the friends, General Mood and Berd make their way towards them.

Berd: So, that's why you didn't come back!

Fylec: Yeah, the Fae curse left us as soon as we came here.

General: Alright, well now we need to map once more.

Jokesum: Good point, we need to find where the Floating Isle. Fylec?

Withdrawing the large map once more, Fylec flips it over and over to refresh the image until he places it facing the party. Showing the nearby areas, the group then see that there is indeed a isle that is above some ground.

Berd: Well, that stranger that we met said that they were from there.

Fylec: True, but how do you get up there?

General: I think we need to get back to Rico. Fylec, you could then find out more about portal magic!

Jokesum: Hum, yeah. Sounds like a plan, plus we get to go back to the place that love us! Oh wait, we're going to need transport.

Berd: Alright, looks like we need some creatures. Jokes, please don't kill anything this time.

The group chuckles as Jokesum rolls his eyes and wanders off into a forest.

Fylec: He's really taken to this Druid life style.

General: I'm not surprised, he's quite versatile. Plus, seeing as though he wanted to be a magic caster aboard Pioneer Two, it makes sense that he would want to embrace this.

Berd: Hopefully, we actually get some non-skeletal creatures this time.

Jokesum sees a group of white coated, large creatures grazing ten metres away from himself as he ventures further into the wood. Thinking for a brief moment, he realizes that they may attack him if he is not careful.