Journey to the Swift

This is the tale of a man without fear who got scared to shit out of.

Fellowship of the monkey

It all began last summer deep in the mountains of Harburg, a little town behind the wall.

A group of young people, all jolly like a bag of hopgadoozle beans, left into the wildenis to finally see the creature. It was dark. Even during the day. Actually during the day it was even darker than at night. It is a commen phenomenon in southern Lampura, the land where beer flows like wine.

All four of them were in pain. But not at first. The group consisted of a pretty girl who was also a doctor, a nerdy computer guy with an affinity for self printed fire arms, an axe soldier with an iq of way over 160 and an old man in a wheelchair made of solid gold.

The dragon of justice awakes

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The night where they had to share one sleeping bag

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Who's the monster now

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Spoiler alert

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It was the old man all along

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Epilog

The End