Scald Crow のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

    Fort Vermillion is a small town near the Northwest Territories. The latest numbers show the tiny town has one hundred residents even. It's easy to forget that it exists. People will remember Fort Vermillion now. The residents are besieged by cannibal dog people called Adlets. They blew into town with their flesh golems called Tupilaq and mounted ferocious wolf /bear hybrids called Waheela. The untested crew of the Scald Crow is on their way to meet them.       Swarms of butterflies tickled Warrens's stomach. Fear refused to visit him. Instead, the desire to test the eidolons' limits ruled him. The eidolon stalked back and forth across Warren's mind. Every fiber of Archons being sat on the edge, ready to show the visceral majesty of griffins. Warren did his best to ignore the spiritual creature, and drew a pistol blade, and admired the quality. 

    Certain quotes stick with people. A penny saved is a penny earned, give a man a fish and you feed him for a day, teach him to fish and you feed him for a lifetime. For Warren Vandal, the immortal words of Coach Macintosh play themselves over and over, as he prepares to go into battle for the second time in his life.        “You can practice until the cows come home, but it won't mean a thing until you apply it in real life,” While he'd only released the eidolon twice up until this point. He felt confident, Archon would show him the ropes. He stood shoulder to shoulder with Grace O'hara, captain and leader of the Arcane Seekers.       The fiery-haired pirate queen Looks over at Warren with her pistol, excitement in the air, “Are you ready boy? All we have to do is ho

      The creature defied all explanation, instead of a solid body, the arms, legs, and hands were stitched to the torso. The eyes glowed with a sickly purple hue and it went with the malevolent wolf head attached to the twisted form. Warren expected the creature to be awkward in movement, but fate saw him wrong again. It started to jog at a brisk pace toward Warren and his two companions.       “Maybe we should get going?” Jack played with the dice bag around his neck and the rattle of hard plastic kept silence at bay. “I have a feeling this creature is a cut above the rest.”      Grace shook her head, “We are running out of time, and we made a promise to those people trapped in the school.” She pulled out a night scope and peered through it, “Oh goody, he brought frie

     The plan was a daring one and all of it hinged on Theria, a true Seelie with the power of song. One would ask, how much damage can a song do? Most people would say a whole lot of nothing. Those who live tyranny and oppression would disagree. Music is more than just notes arranged to please the ear. It shows us the depth of our humanity and brings hope to the frightened masses who believe things can get better with effort.       As a teenager from the earth, Warren's life is intrinsically tied to the music of his generation. He believes the young Seelie maiden is capable of the feat. As is Jack O'kent, the man who beat the devil. It came as no surprise the compulsive gambler favored the plan.        Warren checked on Theria who was hidden behind the armored tra

    Warren awoke to his face pressed against the cold steel bars of a holding cage. He vaguely remembered the battle with the adlets. His entire body ached and complained about every movement. His throat burned as if scorched by napalm. Every noise sounded just a little louder, as his head throbbed.       A hand waved a white flag in his mind. Warren guessed it meant Archon needed time to recharge. He opened his eyes and saw Theria curled up in a chair next to the cage. An angelic smile on her lips gave Warren pause to admire her for a few moments. He gave the action a full thirty seconds before, he picked up an empty cup and rattled the bars.       Theria's eyes flew open and she leaped out of the chair startled, “Warren?”