The amazing adventures of the sextuplet elven dwarves CHAPTER 1: The Tavern

They entered the tavern. One by one till all six stood in a line facing the bar. In their minds the music stopped. It didn’t actually since that would have lost the piano playing goblin its head. At least, however, all eyes did turn to look at them. And what a sight they were. The one on the far left had a beautiful face with pointy ears, much like an elf. The longish blond hair came till his shoulders. His hands were slim and looked as though they had never been used. Lower however everything started to get ... strange. His body was fat. Not a cute fat or an elephant fat. It was the kind of belly that had clearly decided to stay in the world for as long as its carrier would. It was strong and out there, so that most people thought he had eaten a cannonball. Then came the feet. These followed the logic of the lower part of the body. Short and thick they were, close to being unable to carry their weight. All of this combined with the, one would call it, [dwarf height], made him a pretty interesting sight even in the dim light of the place. Still one of the reasons for people to be staring was standing right next to him. The reason for this was that the other person had very similar physical attributes. Now the word similar is used in a very broad way here since they were looking exactly the same. In fact all six of them were brothers, born in the same day, of the same parents. Sextuplets, that was what they were called.
Now it was true that the world had become a place where personal freedom was very important and few things were still frowned upon. Still, the love between an elf woman and a dwarf was something people were not very accustomed to. One of the main reasons was that people had just been introduced to some other new races and were not really sure they were ready for more. Centaurs and Mere people still scared some of the less knowledgeable. Nevertheless life went on for the happy interracial couple and one day Aimli, Bimli, Cimli, Dimili, Eimli and Fimli were born.
Bimli was first to move after entering the tavern. He was feeling right at home once again. The el... dwar... dwelf? went to the counter, struggled for a few seconds to get up on the stool then turned to the lovely human lady that was sitting on his left. “Hello gorgeous.” he said to her through a wicked, horny, partly bored and quite smelly smile. Aimli was already near him and pulled him off the stool, just as the slap came flying. “You know we don’t have time for this Bimli!”. Meanwhile the brothers had all gathered around them. Fimli was nodding his head “He is right you know...”. Bimli scoffed and went to a table. The human woman came down from the bar stool to kneel beside Fimli. “Hello gorgeous” she said through a smile while battling her eyelashes. Fimli let out a short shriek and followed the others to the table in a quick hurry. Bimli was muttering under his breath many a curse that would scare the skin off quite a few people. Luckily nobody could hear him and his own skin was not easily scared. It had heard and indeed seen much much worse.
Aimli came next to his brothers and stood for a few seconds watching them. Meanwhile, Bimli finished two goblets full of beer and made a sign to no one in particular, to have another one brought to their table. “Allright” said Aimli all of a sudden, “Bimli, Fimli and I will remain here while you three get some ponies and meet us at the town gate in two turns.” He then slapped the newly brought goblet from Bimli’s hand while giving him a stern paternal look. His brother attempted once again to kill Aimli using only his mind, but was unsuccessful and so just turned away.
So they separated. The three sitting at the table were looking around. Actually Bimli was scanning for potential targets. Aimli was scanning for potential routes for stopping Bimli from reaching his potential targets. Fimli just looked at the table trying to count the small indentations made by daggers that had been used to make a point clearer than it already was. An elf woman passed them and lightly touched Fimli who shuddered and looked down searching for more irregularities. Bimli looked at him as he channeled pure rage. Still no effect. Suddenly they all clasped their noses. The whole tavern took their cue. In comes a tall fellow, quite slender one might say considering he had only part of his flesh on. “The rest must be rotting in a grave somewhere” Bimli noted. The undead creature came to their table and sat down. A greenish cloud followed it and almost completely covered another seat. Aimli looked from one thing to another slightly confused. Bimli took the chance and addressed the zombie. “Hi”. “Hello” came the answer from the cloud. Bimli raised his hands in the [That’s it, i’m done] fashion and left the table to hunt for some more fuel. A full goblet had already appeared in his left hand. He looked at his right but there was no beautiful woman there. He still needed some practice, it seemed.
Aimili smiled pleasantly. “I do wish you a good evening. I hope you have what we are looking for?”. The zombie started to look through its pockets while the cloud nodded in agreement. This however was not noticed by the two brothers since, well, it was a bit hard making out a nod of a formless gas. Still the little package came forth from betwixt the zombies hands. Aimli took a coin from a little pouch and threw it on the table. It rolled and fell with great metallic ringing. The sound echoed through the room several times catching the attention of all the people. It was heard so much stronger since the goblin had somehow escaped leaving the piano to fend for itself. Another reason for all of this was that gold in this area held a quite bigger value that it did in the brother’s hometown.
The zombie retreated carefully almost giving a piggyback ride for the gas form. Meanwhile the table was surrounded by all sorts of people, mostly the kind that you would treat with respect even though you had none for them simply because that was safer for your physical self. There was the sound of a very loud burp after which Bimli appeared from out of nowhere carrying two empty bottles. He was smiling.
Cimli was pacing around annoyed. His eyes were hurting from having to roll them around so often. The other three brothers appeared from behind the corner just as a new explosion sounded through the little town. Bimli stopped dead and looked at the ponies. Cimli jumped on his and told him without turning “The last six, I don’t want to hear a word”. Mumbling, Bimli jumped on his pony and they all exited through the gate. Eimli turned to the newcomers and smiled “Anything interesting to happen darlings?”. Aimli yawned “Nothing new really, although we might have to burn these clothes, they are starting to turn green”. And so the six brothers rode their beautiful six pink ponies, into the sunset.

©Iustin