Jupitus smiled. Leaving his homeland to seek out mercenary employment in foreign parts had been the right decision. The ragged scar running over his left eye gave him the look. When people looked at him, they saw a rough man who knew how to fight. They most definitely didn't see a fool who let a chicken kick him in the face.

Leaving home had been a very good idea.

Oran had never seen such a majestic goat in all his life. Its horns glistened as though polished by angels. Its hooves glittered like the night sky. When it chewed, its mouth move in dainty little circles, which flashed perfectly white teeth. Its beard glistened as it waved beneath the circling chin. Its piercing gaze could hold the secrets to the universe. What knowledge could be gleaned from such a magnificent beast.

Sadly, we shall never know for Oran was a hungry idiot.

I had thought of asking people to only enter if they had RPG Maker, but the license terms for GCH have finally changed to allow generated characters with whatever you like (which is good considering the overhead you have to deal with with RPG Maker). I'll present it to whoever wins.

The universe was quite unfair Boris thought. Wizards worked for decades to be able to summon a first level imp. You needed to take into account everything from the position of the stars, to the current humidity, and even the mood of the demon you were summoning. And then there was Al. Al was a prodigy among geniuses. He commanded an expansive understanding of the powers and natures. He could tell just what was needed to tune a spell to summon even the most powerful demons and bend them to his will.

Al was out in the garden teaching a 7th level Enraged how to burp the alphabet. The man could rule nations with that power and he was teaching an abomination to burp the alphabet. The universe was very unfair. Boris turned back to his studies.

I had to stew on this one for a bit.

Harmony poured the last of her filtered water into the reservoir and checked the gauges. 2 hours. That much water would last two hours in the measly generator, enough to charge two of her battery packs. She fetched them from her pack and started the machine.

Steam rose as the radioactive material was activated and turbines spun. It would be enough, it had to. LEDs started flashing on the radioactive generator indicating excess energy production and a fan started up to bleed off the excess energy. One of the batteries was already charged? Harmony ran to her bench and grabbed a volt-meter. She set it on top of the generator and pulled the first battery out. The generator started beeping and the fan spun up faster. Not that one. Harmony put it back. She quickly slid the other out and yanked it up. The bottom fell out and its lead core dropped out onto her foot. All two pounds of it. Harmony screamed and hopped back.

"Another one?" She screamed as she threw the ceramic casing against the wall where it shattered. "These blinking things barely work, let alone..." No acid fell out with the core. Harmony froze and ran to her pack and threw back the leather flap. The acid had coated its contents. This was going to be a long night.

Shea gaped at the squad of knights riding by. They were women! Shea had heard tales the merchants told over their ale of female fighters, their beauty able to seduce a man to bed before murdering them, but she chalked them up to fancies. The egos of men as they dreamed they were worthy of being seduced. Could those tales be true? She looked at the near empty common room and then slipped off her apron and then out the door. Aggie was going to kill her for ditching.

Shea ran down the street, past the knight's walking horses, and turned so she could get a better look at them. This earned her more than a few stares in return. These were no beauties. These women were hard. Shea could not imagine them seducing anyone, but murder stared back at her in every face. Her head turned to follow them as they went. Shea felt as though she would be struck down if she looked away. Not until they had turned down another street did she move, and then she ran back to the inn, glancing back as she did. Women knights!

Aggie was going to kill her for ditching.