War Bird and Fruit Lute (Caer Lyon Brief Interlude)

(Didn't expect to find myself back in Caer Lyon, but oh well...)

The armor and shields were pretty easy to find, they were scattered all over the area near the Archives. We collected four of each for barding...

Or so we thought. "We're crafting a mount?" I asked.

"Aye," said Sir Jean Paul. "In the Ruined Tower, there is a treatise on that greatest of sports, the joust! Find Struthio's Royal Book on Mounts, Jousting, and Knightly Combat and bring it here. Oh, did I mention you might to fight an ogre?"

Yes, yes you did. :(

(Luckily, the Ogre is the least sturdy of the Avalon Bosses, having only 9800 HP. Sadly for Sierra, he is also Myth. Sorry, he's Life, which is good because I don't like being Quaked.)

"Here is the book," I said. "But why is there a bird on the cover?" (BE SURE TO GRAB THE BOOK BEFORE YOU LEAVE OR YOU'LL HAVE TO DEAL WITH THE OGRE AGAIN!)
 

I do NOT want to know what is in this puddle. EWWWW! O_o

We delivered the book and asked him about the bird on the cover.

 "Sorry, I didn't..." I paused. "War Ostrich used in jousting?"

(Obscure video game references FTW! [One of the mini-games is a Joust clone.])

 

We took the armor, shields and book to the smith in Abbey Road, but ran into Page Jummy needing help AGAIN. We also got some salt to help Sophia Greensleeves protect herself from the Wildfire Treants until they stopped rampaging. (This world is side-quest Central, so be prepared. Still, loads of EXP!)

"Word travels fast," said Grace.

"Can you craft a mount?" I asked, handing the items to Wayland.

"Aye, I can craft a fine mount with this," he said. "But I'll need you to get some more things for me first. First, we need Iron Bark. I had some in my old smithy in Caer Lyon."

It was not difficult to find, but we had to sneak by Night Goblins to get to it.

He then asked us for a very hot stone...

And I knew exactly where to look. Ceara was all too willing to lend us another Living Ember after all we did for her in making her the next Flame Knight. ^_^

 

Wayland asked us to lend Shane's magical hammer which would make the mount very powerful. Sadly, it was stolen by a stinking Red Cap. He tried to cook us, but we cooked HIM.

(Ricimer Flavel has 11900 HP and is Death, so watch out for Death Ninjas. He also has a Black Cap, so watch out for Leviathan and STORM LORD as well! Sierra was brought to critical health before Medusaing the Black Cap. Grace got both of her Feints up which one-shot Ricimer.)

With the Living Ember and magic hammer, Wayland was able to craft a War Ostrich. (It's not a bird of prey, Grandmother Raven! You don't know anything about ostriches!)

No words. NO. WORDS. (-)_(-)

"If you are done staring at it," said Wayland. "Deliver it to Sir Jean-Paul."

After a while, Grace agreed to ride it to the knight. She had knowledge of riding ostriches from her youth, as Zafaria had many wild amazing creatures. (I still need to get that Basilisk egg.)

Sir Jean-Paul was very pleased. He mounted the ostrich and rode it away, meaning we could walk right in and see Innes Idle. We hurried in before the Amber Knights found out the place was unguarded and sent somebody more powerful to guard it.

I wish I hadn't.

"SHUT UP!" I screamed. "You have the Sword of Kings, give it to us or tell us where you lost it!"

"The Sword of What?" asked the bard. "Sorry, I am so terribly distracted. Some wretched Red Caps stole my lute. I tried to make do with this fruit lute but it isn't working." He sighed. "Can you go beat up those Red Caps and find out where my lute is, and I might remember where this Axe of Ages or whatever you call it is."

"Grace," I whispered. "I will count to ten, and you have until then to restrain me so I don't kill that @$$ in cold blood!"

She touched my shoulder gently. "Do not worry, Mma, you will be fine. I did not like him either, but we must deal with bad and good to recover the blade."

"One, he didn't know what the most legendary blade in Avalon is," I said. "Two, he was rude. Three, his songs are morbid and make me ill. FINALLY..."

"We have to fight more of those stinking Red Caps!!!!"

(The Red Caps are the Greyhorns of Avalon. *groan* Ten to one we are told to fight a boss after we defeat them...)

(Yep, called it.)

 

(Feva Earlicker is Ice and has 10950 HP, and he's accompanied by a Hobgoblin Plunderer... Feva is destroyed by Medusa and the Plunderer is slain by a Levi. :p)

"Take your silly lute!" screamed the Froudling. "It didn't taste good anyway!" He tossed a lute which had been gnawed on at me. The jerks.

The two sad things was (1) Innes didn't sing any better and (2) the part about my spells sometimes failing was true. (cries)

"It's time for me to leave this place for safer climes," said the bard. "I heard that the brisk land of Nodor is lovely this time of year. Go find the map to Nodor in the Archives and I'll work on a song... er, work out where your Rod of Rulership is."

"Please kill me now," I groaned.

I picked up the map and returned it to Innes.

"You dropped it in the Weirwood... near battling monsters... where it could be stepped on and possibly destroyed," I said through clenched teeth.

"Go ask Deidre Madden, the fairy leader," said Innes. "Now if you excuse me..."

Had to resist... the urge... to kill him! X_X

[To be continued...]