Writer wanted to remain anonymous so they shall not be named. Still once again thanks for the fan work if your reading this. (admittedly editors would be helpful for proof reading this and other stories I have but it's a thankless job.)
Anyways on to the story
Bob sat in a large red velvet armchair in the middle of the tallest tower reading over a scroll on a hero called a Musketeer. Beside him was an ornately carved table covered with other scrolls, empty wine bottles and his still partially filled gold goblet. He was enjoying a light breeze as the afternoon sun light up the tower which he normally used for star gazing to better prepare for summons and other powerful spells.
As he was reaching for his goblet loud roar erupted from the forest, in the direction of the front fortress gate. Quickly he set down the scroll and went to the balcony that circled the tower and looked for the source of the noise. Another roar let him pinpoint to a figure that had just exited the forest and was now heading for the gate.
“Another Hero…” Muttered Bob annoyed as he watched the figure approach. Oh well one the ladies would deal with whoever it was, he thought for a moment before changing his mind as a thought struck. No he would deal with this foolish hero himself after all he didn’t want his skills to get rusty and it would be amusing to change another hero. But first he had to figure out which hero it was so he walked over to the pile of scrolls on the table and started to dig through it for one with a matching description.
It didn’t take him long to find the right one and he immediately started reading. This hero was the Berserker:
‘The Berserker is a large thick built hero that prefers to wear furs and plate armor that is often scratched, dented and blood stained from previous fights. Likes to fight with two weapons at once, usually swords, axes or hammers and often carries more around his waist in case one breaks or he throws one at something. Is unusual from most heroes by being quite aggressive and single minded. They can shrug off most attacks once their battle fury has started and they keep going until he wins the fight or passes out. Curses or charms are suggested to stop his fury before it starts.’
Bob went back on to the balcony to see how close the Berserker was to fortress. A quick look placed him a good ten minutes from the gate and Bob smiled under his helm plenty of time to prepare. He headed into the tower drained his goblet and went down the stairs at a brisk pace. Making his way through the fortress passages he went to the armory and grabbed a simple looking stone carved snake then made his way to the gate to wait for the Berserker.
A short while later as Bob waited in the courtyard for the Berserker when the gate burst open and the Berserker charged in shouting oaths and battle cries. Bob waited as he suddenly stopped and looked around a slightly confused look on his face as if he had been expecting more. Bob on the other hand leapt into action and threw the snake directly at the hero and watched in satisfactory as the snake hit him is the neck and preceded to wrap tightly around it.
“Nothing will stop me from defeating you Bob!” yelled the Berserker reacting instantly and charging towards Bob not noticing the sound of flute music filling his ears and mind.
Bob watched as nonchalantly as possible and prepared to move as the Berserker came into range with his rather large swords and causally side stepped the first swing. He continued to dodge as it became almost like a strange dance as he goaded the Berserker on. It would be the easiest way to get the Soothing Snake Charm to work faster so he just duck under the cleaving swing, turned to let a stab fly past him and stepped out of range of the riposte that followed it.
The Berserker roared in anger at his inability to hit the overlord and redoubled his efforts to try and catch him with his swords. But no matter how he slashed and hacked something was keeping his battle fury down and putting off aim. He tried to focus and aim his blows but the strange sound of flute music flared up and distracted him.