Fellowship of the Dudes
July 17th, 2010by Ethan
Book 3: Return of the Dudes
Last we left Austigorn and Ethan, King of the Elves, they had just landed in Chicago of the Illinois kingdom to stay with Austigorn’s uncle Sir Ricardo of the Suarez clan – mighty warrior of the night.
Using his well-air-conditioned domain to relax and refuel their systems with meat and mead, the adventurous pair were back on top of their game.
At a feast held in their honor on Sunday, they ate and drank enough to fill four bellies. They met with former Shire-dwellers Paul, a man from the future, and Daria, a mercenary who specializes in theatrical tactics, for dinner and drinks – yum!
Returning to Sir Ricardo’s pad, both brave warriors packed their bags and prepared for what would be their longest stretch of travel yet.
Tuesday morning at 10am, they said their goodbyes to Austigorn’s family and, with lifted and relaxed spirits, mounted ol’ GreyBear, determined to make the dreaded 13 hour trek from Chicago to their destination of New York. The last leg would consist of traveling across four kingdoms (Indiana, Ohio, Pennsylvania & New Jersey) along with the kingdoms in which they would start and end.
With landscapes of fields, mountains and a road that was mostly rolling hills with interminable stretches under construction, the two began to become fatigued with all the driving and the great distance. This leg of the trip also included time traveling forward one hour in time – sadly, this venture through time and space did not help the overall traveling time. Once night fell, the two knew that there was only one conclusion for the night. They would continue forward to rescue Samwise Saarni from the growing monster named LackofDudes.
New Jersey and Newark sucked and were difficult to trek through, and as the last and final test of their trip, they had to fight through the yellow taxi sea of Manhattan. Once across the bridge and into Brooklyn, Austigorn and Ethan, mighty King of the Elves, sang their songs of victory and waved their Santa Cruz Shire flag high.
It was late in the eve, practically morning, when they slowly crept upon their newest rest point. The home of Joe Petersen, mighty Viking lord and mystic man of music, who so kindly let them unpack then took them to the glorious keep of Ali, where they drank much mead and ate delicious food. Their journey across the lands was over, but another journey was just beginning. Something that might be harder than anything they had ever done before, a test of everything they know with results that are yet to be foreseen. It was called Brooklyn, New York – and it begins now…
Check back next week for the epilogue:
The Chronicles of Saarnia, in which we see how Samwise Saarni has been faring, and how Austigorn and Ethan, king of the Elves, have spent their first week.