Ronal Barbaren Page #2

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Oh, thank heavens.

They're saved.

This is a mad, f***ing sick party, man.

- Bummer!

- No!

Help! Help!

Punch! Smack!

Bash! Muscles!

I don't think

there are any more.

F***, f***, f***, f***.

He's mine.

We're done for.

Why didn't you blow the horn?

- I tried!

- You tried?

"Trying" isn't good enough, Ronal.

Get up. We must rescue the others.

The famous sons of Crane.

How pathetic.

Put them in chains.

Leave no one behind.

We Barbarians shall never surrender!

Everyone must bow to me...

No!

...or die!

No!

- Take them away.

- You heard Prince Volcazar!

Get the last barbarians in the cart.

Come on!

Put him in! Move!

- Come here!

- No, I won't...

- In with them!

- What the hell?

Remember your shoes and bags... axes!

We will not come back

and get them!

General? This prisoner

doesn't fit in the shackles.

- Should I just throw him away?

- That's not a barbarian.

- Drag him over there and kill him.

- Oh, thank you.

- Lucky son of a b*tch.

- He's always the one who get to do it.

- Kicking ass feels good

- Kicking ass feels good

- as a bonus, it is really nice

- as a bonus, it is really nice

sits well

feels good

No, I can't die. Help! Help!

Shut up,

this is really exciting.

Oh, man. Sh*t, it's night, man.

My head, man.

The town is torn up, what happened?

Where did everyone go?

Did they go to the after party?

Hey, you, wait!

Ro... Ronal.

Uncle. You're alive.

Not for long.

Crane... calls to me.

No, uncle,

it's probably just a... flesh wound.

Ronal when your parents died,

I swore to take care of you.

And I've kept that promise. But now

it's your turn to promise something.

Promise me that you will save the others.

You owe it to them.

- What? I can't save them.

- Promise me!

- But...

- Travel north to the oracle.

- He will help you.

- Oracle? How?

You are our only hope, Ronal.

The last of the barbarians.

Uncle? Uncle?

Uncle?

Gorak's invisibility lotion.

Yo.

- What happened? Going on a quest?

- Uh, no. I must find the others.

Well, okay.

- It's a quest. You are going on a quest!

- No. I have to find my people.

Awesome, this is a quest.

Wait a minute.

- Who are you?

- Hey. Alibert, the bard.

Damn nice to be joining you.

You can't say no;

I'll just follow you anyway.

Now we are on our way, shall we

go through the Amazon land?

- No.

- The girls down there would be lovely.

- We should investigate.

- Listen to me.

- Don't follow me.

- Those girls are super horny.

- No!

- F***, you're boring, man.

Now I know where we're going. We're headed

to Berylia. They have ladies with tails.

And four breasts! This could be

awesome, man!

- No, it's not.

- Come on. Why are we here?

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