In the mythical world of Everdale, a lithe, archer lizardman named Sladesh decides to team up with a bulky, flatulent black minotaur named Morltar and the two partners go on adventures together, using both of their talents to fight evil, get in or out of trouble, or to just stink up the joint.


Part 1: Sladesh heads off to a pub and finds his adventure partner inside, and has an up-front experience of the beast's special talent.

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Everdale was your atypical fantasy land, with a diverse ecology, strong economy, plentiful magic, and a thriving market for adventure. Many explorers teamed up to search for treasure, hunt monsters, or just eke out a wandering living. In a pub outside the village of Bort, frequently gathering the land's toughs and thugs, a small lizardman makes his entrance. Lithe and shifty, his eyes dart about as he looks for the one that answered his bulletin post asking for an adventure partner. He wears a leather outfit, having grown up in the swamps. On his back are a quiver of arrows and a bow, his only weapon besides a hunting knife.
Somewhere inside the pub was a minotaur sitting inside the bar, waiting to meet up with the person, or creature who requested to have an adventure partner. The minotaur had a thick, black hide and shiny blue armor that could file a skull into dust. A yellow and blue loincloth donned his nether regions while his buttocks hung around for everyone to see. The horns on his head were like any common bull, easily able to puncture someone's ribcage and poke the sac around a heart. In his right, bulky arm was an axe roughly the size he was: ten feet tall. He looked like any normal minotaur...but he was so much different from the rest of the crowd.
The lizardman eventually finds himself at the bar, when he notices the absolutely huge minotaur. He gulps, steeling himself and hopping up. "Ah, hi," he says in a small voice, and can almost smell the bull's hide this close. "I'm Sladesh, the one you answered the post to?"
The minotaur looks down at the meek and low in stature reptile and cocks an eyebrow. He then grunts to himself and resumes drinking his beverage, ignoring the lizardman.
The lizardman pauses. "Bartender, a mug of ale please," he orders, then looks up at the minotaur again. Definitely a lot bigger than Sladesh thought. His butt barely fits on the stool, spilling over it like a massive black pudding! He also notes the way he flicks flies away with his tail. Man, what was with the mammalians? "So, uh, you're interested in my offer, yes?"
"I said I'd work with a partner. I never said I'd work with someone as mini....um....mini-skull....someone as small as you."
The lizardman looks offended. "Hey buddy," he says, jabbing a finger in the minotaur's armored side. "I'll have you know I'm an experienced adventurer and an ex merc." He isn't very good at either, but this isn't something he reveals. "My skill with a bow or crossbow is second to none! You look like you could hold your own pretty well, though."
"Yes, of course I can handle myself. But I would never work with someone this....small. C'mon, you're smaller than my ax!" said the minotaur, raising his giant axe.
The lizardman sputters. "That's not fair! I need someone big to prote-I mean, team up with! It's better to travel with a companion than alone, am I right? At least give me a chance!" he glances back as someone shoves past him. "Man, this bar is crowded. I should have come when it was thinned out a little."
"Now that you mention it, this bar is getting pretty damn loud. Lucky me, I ate a lot of fiber and protein before I got inside." chuckled the minotaur, patting his stomach.
The lizardman looks up at the bull, not understanding. "What's that got to do with anything?" he demands. "You do look like you're a big eater. I worry about food expenses, unless you can hunt.”
The minotaur ignores the lizardman and gets off his stool, placing his beverage down and looking backwards. "Well, here we go." And with that, the minotaur squatted to the floor with his buttocks nearly touching the floorboards, raised his tail, and proceeded to release a tremendous amount of malodorous gas from his ass crack. The sound of it was small at first, but then sounded like engine sputtering loudly and had a loud squish at the end. All the patrons stared at the black minotaur and gasped, before many of them ran outside the pub, screaming or retching so hard it made their head hurt.
"Oh stars!" Sladesh yelps before leaping behind the counter. He clamps his nostrils shut as the minotaur lets loose. After it’s over, he slowly leaps over the counter and stares at the minotaur. Flies return to nipping at the bull's butt. "That was terrible! Have you no class?"
The minotaur lets out a small poot before sighing loudly and swatting the flies away with his tail. He stands back up and starts to laugh heartily, basking in the eggy odor. "What is this 'class' you speak of?! Morltar the Minotaur does not need class to enjoy his sense of humor!"
Sladesh hmmphs, folding his arms. "My offer stands, Morltar. Will you adventure with me or not? If you'd rather fart up a pub your whole life, then fine. But if you want to bring your 'talent' to the world..."
"Talent you say? My stinky farts are actually a talent? I just think it's funny to pass gas."
"You don’t even want to make yourself more eloquent during our journeys?"
Morltar scratched his scalp. "You lost me at elo....that word starting with the letter 'e'."
Sladesh sighs. "Look, will you join me or not? I'll let you try new and exotic foods, beat up monsters, and break wind all you want, especially since we'll be out in different places."
"Well, no one's ever been willing to let me break wind on their adventures. If you put it that way, sure! We can be partners!"
Sladesh sighs in relief. "Good. Nice to meet you, Morltar." He extends his hand to shake. Just after he hears the minotaur's gut gurgle, the sound of solid waste putting the hurt on one's bowels.
Morltar held his stomach and let out a small toot before rushing over to the restroom. The lizardman could only plug his nose as he heard seismic farting and plops from inside.