The Hybrid Fateful Sorrow

The Impurity

The Bucklers and Swords inn, home for the weary mercenaries, and the likes lingering their drunk state inside.

Munzen, the owner of the inn while she is still out visiting the Longrider family. The place was left to the drunken brutes for themselves, grabbing all the drinks they wanted from ale, mead to high-priced wine.

Singing joyfully by the log fireplace in the center, as they trashed the place.

Amadeus is still bothered by Juno's strange encounter when they reach the tavern, while Amelia proceeds to knock on the tavern's door with Elise at her side.

The door slowly opens only to be greeted by the stench smell of alcohols or old unbathed people.

A half-drunk mercenary holding the door with his weird smile and the red bag under his eyes, you can tell he has been drinking for a while.

“Hey there, me wench!” A stink of alcohol came from his voice.

“Greetings, good sir, is lady Munzen available?” Amelia asked as she endured the stinking smell.

A grin can be seen from the man as he widens the door, gesturing his hand to invite them inside.

“Aye, my sweet young lady. Welcome humble woman, ” he said as he smiles at his friends.

There they are, messy as usual, the mercenaries of Vaxia, with the ale, mead, tankard, broken chair, unfinished food that fell from the table. 

You can easily recognize the rowdy group inside. They weren't just some common mercenaries. 

These were old and veterans, who have been in a countless fight to the death, battled in some lord's war, surviving through their tenacity to live.

Fortified by their distinctive Vaxian armors. Their green belted leather vest armors, and black sleeve tunics beneath. Particularly with their good-quality black fur mantle, individually having gray fitted gloves.

Clothed with brown fur trousers with bandoliers and belts strong enough to equip their various steel weapons, maces, axes, longsword, and crossbows. Seated with their black leather boots up to their knees. Although they act like bandits and thieves they were organized regarding outfits. They are well paid to be this well-equipped.

The veterans from thin to shaved head with the diverse manner of their beards.

They were rowdy and merry enough to catch Amadeus's attention as he entered the inn with the sisters.

“What do we have here, a fine lady this afternoon!” one of the mercenaries said.

“Hey Kolben, introduce us, would you? Or better yet bring her here, ” one of the mercenaries said.

“Of course, right away capt!” Kolben said.

“We are just delivering jars of jam for Lady Munzen good sir, ” Amelia said.

“She's not in here, but you could deliver it to us instead, so we'll have a taste of that jam, ” Kolben said.

“I'm sorry but these are reserved for Lady Munzen, ” Amelia said.

“Come on, let's leave, ” Amadeus said as she grabbed Amelia and Elise.

“Hey! What's the hold-up?” the captain of the mercenary said as he stood on from his chair.

Walking towards Amelia with an Ale in his hand and the stench of days-old mixed food and drinks in his body.

“A fine woman, heh! Finally, that green-eyed lady was stunning, but she didn't return today. But you would do just fine, ” the captain said as he offered Amelia a bottle of mead.

“We don't work here, forgive our intrusion, we'll just come back another day, ” Amelia said.

“Sister, ” Elise uttered.

“Now, don't leave us just yet? Are we not good enough, come on let's talk a bit, ” the captain said.

“Capt, we're good enough for her!”

“Take her to us, captain!”

While the mercenaries cheered, their captain moved his hand to grab dear Amelia.

A stressed and irritated Amadeus halted the captain's advances as he grabbed his wrist.

“Listen here, you will let us be and you can enjoy your fine day with an ale and a complete set of your reeking teeth, ” with a displeasing gaze, Amadeus said.

“Hey, I been never touched by tw*t before and you smell exactly like that, ” the captain said as he drinks on his other free hand.

The captain flips the bottle of mead to attempt to break it in Amadeus's head.

Adapting from his movement, Amadeus forcefully clutches the captain's wrist, losing his momentum on his other hand. Like a berry fruit, it crushes from his squeeze.

“Son of a wh*re! You broke my wrist! You pissf*ck!” the captain said freed from Amadeus clutch with a broken right wrist.

As soon as that an easy ten or more of the mercenaries stand from their shambled tables and chairs. Splitting from the commoners, and workers who remained their mouth shut, and their butt nailed in the chair from the tense that is brewing.

“Amadeus, let's not!” Amelia let out.

“Oh ho, yes, yes, Amadeus, you should not have done that!” The captain said numbly from the alcohol.

“Forgive our intrusion, we'll come back in another time. Please continue and enjoy your drink, ” Amelia said pulling Amadeus with her.

“Come on!”

They slowly turned their backs to reach the door and leave, only to be blocked by three mercenaries with their swords out.

“Hey, captain you okay? Should we do our job as I think this man is causing trouble here, ” one of the mercenaries said by the door.

“Ex-knight! What should we do?” Elise worryingly said.

Amadeus gazed at Elise with a confident and calm smile, hinting to her that he'll easily protect them from this bunch.

“Woah, we have a knight in here and an expired one at that. Hey Ex-knight so what did you do? I have never heard of Ex one before thought you were bound to death by this chivalry code? What? Did you f*ck your sister?” The captain said as he fixed his stance while reading his axe with his left hand.

“I killed a lot of worthless people, and I failed to kill more, ” Amadeus said, smiling at the mercenaries.

“You lots would very much help to fix that mistake.” grinning from the opportunity.

——

Inside the house of the Longrider family, filled with sorrow and sadness from losing a loved family member Jewel the wise.

Families close by visited the Longrider family along with the respected Stockholm family with Geld, Handel, Munzen, and Bran.

Rosett and her son Bogen entertained the rest of their guests, along with them were Geld and Handel. One by one their company leaves as soon as they are done, giving respect to the laid body of Jewel Stockholm.

An old woman rested in peace in an elegant bed, with her white long gown tunic.

The suspiciously tainted skin of a mixture of a darkened violet veins and reddish tone is visible to her skin.

Inside the room was Fahrer, the head of the Longrider family, and his grieving brother Hoch, who is kneeling on the side of Jewel's bed as he clasps her hand tight.

A tall burly man with short bronze hair, leaning on the wall close to his greatsword. It was Rollo Longrider. Upon hearing the grave news of his Grandmother, he came to visit. 

Clothed by a white plain tunic and black pants as he gazes at Lady Jewel's rested body.

Bran, wearing a brown belted tunic and a dagger to his waist, came in together with Munzen, in her ruby belted gown to pay their respect.

“Did you request it?” Bran asked quietly.

“How could I? Master Hoch is still grieving, and he specializes with armors, it was Jewel the one who handles the weapons, ” Munzen whispered.

“Well, at least I have a silver dagger, one of Jewel's gifts to me when I helped her in the forge, ” Bran muttered.

“Can I have a look?” she asked.

Reaching for his sheathed dagger revealing a hint of sweet and spicy smell.

“Why does it smell? Did you coat it with the Godsbane?” she quietly asked.

“Yes, take it out. There is a visible stench of violet, and a tiny vapor emitting from the blade, ” Bran replied.

Munzen with her curiosity unsheathed the silver dagger out. Drawing attention to the blade that she holds.

A fine shiny dagger made from silver, with a spiral and rugged encircled blade near the handle. A crystal clear tip unused and stores for ages.

Releasing a sweet pungent odor as it emits with a white and clear tiny gas.

“Is the blade yours? Lady Munzen? That is some fine-looking blade, ” Fahrer asked.

“It isn't mine Master Fahrer. Bran is the owner of this blade, ” Munzen replied.

“It is looking sharp as ever for a silver, ” Rollo uttered.

“It was Lady Jewel the one who built it, ” Bran said.

“I can see that one of her works, she loves working with silver. She believes it could harm an evil person. I say everything that has a sharp in it could, ” Fahrer said.

“Master Fahrer, Lady Jewel right!” Bran loudly said.

The silver dagger appearance might have caught the attention of Fahrer and Rollo, but the silver sweet and spicy stench caught the attention of someone else.

Just as Bran raised his voice, Lady Jewel raised her body along with her tainted eyes that became beastly red.

From the elegant bed that she rested for long with her unusual vein darkening, and her muscle slowly pumping.

The face of a bewildered old woman who woke up from her deathbed. Her reddening eyes grew larger. The nails that were frail and weak evolve into a tougher and sharper tip.

“Why am I here?” with a deep and wicked voice Jewel uttered.

“My love!” Hock let out with his unbelieving gaze still clasping on her hands.

'SH!T!'

'Did the dagger cause this?' Bran thought.

“Munzen! It was the dagger's stench!” Bran quickly uttered.

“By the heavens grace, she woke up! What is this? Is this a miracle from the Gods?” Fahrer let out with a confused face trying to understand what he witnessed.

Rollo witnessing the resurrection of his Grandmother Jewel he instinctively grabbed his greatsword.

Hoch seeing his action he annoyedly speaks.

“What are you planning to do Rollo?” 

“Dead remained dead pa! They don't suddenly rise!” Rollo retorted.

“This is your Grandma! This is your family!” Hoch said as he stood up pointing his hands at Jewel.

The disoriented Jewel startled from Hoch's sudden movement. 

Quickly sitting on the bed with her legs opened as if her old age is absent.

“My life, you are really alive!” Hoch said as he faced Jewel's ghouled body.

“She's now a strigoi! A ghoul! Get out of there Hoch!” Rollo said as he walked closer with his greatsword.

The strigoi Jewel raises her hand in the air. Breathing heavily as she delivers her tough and sharp claws to Hoch's arms.

Cutting through his flesh as it tears out the blood on his arms, leaving his forearm bone dangling out.

“F*CK! F*CK! F*CK!” The frightened Bran said.

“This is not happening!”

——

“F*CK!!!” a loud yell of a mercenary.

With a metal fork penetrating his eyes. The man greatly wailed to the tavern walls as he indecisively clasps the metal fork.

“You can use the fork just like that, ” Amadeus said.

Turning his back away from the mercenary who he pierced with a metal fork on his eyeball.

“Now, is there anyone who would let me borrow another fork? ” A hungry eye of his as he speaks.

The burly Amadeus hungrily breathing as he stands like a beast. Wickedly smiling at the mercenaries, sending out numerous doubts and fear.

“I'm going to make a red out of you green buffoon.”