Lesson 17: Never ever ever use the wrong map.

Soon enough Viandine, Jackal, Skillrite, and Alamax found themselves in a large forest, and there lay a sleeping knight. Day-dreaming rather, his eyes were far off in the clouds. Alamax prodded him with his rod. A moment later he turned to the group.
"What were you doing? This road is no place to sleep!" and then in quite an odd somewhat British sounding accent he muttered
"I was nawt dahy dreahming! I wahs merehly observing thee clouhds in ah post-hypnothic trahnce!" and with that he angrily stood up and unsheathed his sword. Yelling a loud battle cry he ran at them, missed and ended up with his sword stuck in a bamboo-like tree. The tree ripped open.
"Now what Narrator?" asked Alamax. And you see the object of your quest- oh shit, I've been using the wrong map!
"YOU STUPID NARRATOR!" and with that Skillrite began to whack me over the head with a bean bag. Look, let's just start from back-
"One whole fucking week with the wrong map? We killed the Red Dragon for nothing?" he shrieked at me. He was nearly killed by the Red Dragon when he tried to steal it's gold, his theiving skills obviously were no match for a dragon. Erm, yeah. Sorry.
"Bah! I'm going to find the Holy Graal by myself!" and Skillrite marched off just as the knight who's sword was stuck in the bamboo tree retrieved the sword and slashed off Skillrites head. Immediatley Alamax, Jackal, and Viandine leapt into action. Viandine and Alamaz were slaughtered mercilessly. Jackal flew away full speed.

A hunter came across a prissy educated english woman in a forest. The woman lacked any real combat skills and was more of a schoolmarm than anything else, but still he decided to save her anyhow. She was only armed with a shotgun for her protection and the hunter (this was medieval times of course, so she must have been from the future,) thought that this was an amazing invention. Of course she happened to be from somewhat parallel universe, rather than the future as was assumed. The hunter figured he would have to stay close to her to keep her alive. She was well-learned and more of a socialite than an fighter or adventurer used to rough times.

The adventure had our pair heading to a town that was supposidly hidden, and under an ancient spell. On the way to a town they stayed in the hey found themselves upon a rather small cabin. They entered it and decided to stay there for the night. Early the next morning their horse were being attacked by prarie ticks, the hunter tried to shot it, but the schoolmarm who was a heavy sleeper lay asleep. A few minutes later she woke up to the sound of gunfire as the hunter fired out of the windows in an attempt to kill off the pests. She groggily got up and fired her scattergun at the closest of the approaching critters, and she managed (with a ton of luck) to out-gun the hunter.

Later when they stopped at a rough and tumble bar, the hunter was ordering whole bottles of whisky and booze, the bartender asked the schoolmarm for her order. The reply
"I'll have myself a saspirilla good sir."

Italicized Text = Narrator Speaking

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