Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-32960671-20171222074603/@comment-33773064-20171222210125

(It was a bit long so sorry if I got something wrong. Also my ending was pretty bad, so sorry about that as well. My only feedback would be that this was really long, there were just a lot of factors for me to keep up with, for me at least. But never the less it was a good WWYD)

"H-hello," I say, "W-what can I do for you?"

The five did not respond.

"Y-you look very wary," I continue, praying that I was not pissing them off, "We could show you were the local inn is, o-or you could stay here if that pleases you."

My wife shoots me a glare at that last note, but if that's what it took to not have us all killed, then I would let them stay. Frederick slammed his hand down on the table. The young hellhound let out a yelp.

"What are you," he growls.

"I-I'm human sir," I say

"No,' he gestures at my wife, a young dark priest, "her."

She looked shocked.

"I'm a dark priest, sir."

"So you are. And them," He gestures towards the orphans.

"Monsters, sir, but there young they have not done anything!"

"Silence," speaks the arcane, "How old."

I step in, "Between five and thirteen, not old enough to go into heat."

He nods. I notice the hellhound, who has stopped cowering, and begun to try to convince an Ogre and Minotuar to help her. Me wife notices as well. She looked at me, even more terrified.

"Just please," she began, "tell us want you want."

This time to dwarf spoke up, "We want to rid the world of filthy monsters and restore purity to this earth."

"Wait!" I shouted, "There not even adults yet, just, just kill me, but spare the children."

Before they could respond, the door burst open. The captian of the local militia walks in, followed by six trumparts. She was even big for an Ogre, almost as tall as the gaint. She wielded a massive battle ax and was clad in silver armor. She looked at me.

"Is everything all right?" she asked, "Are these men causing any trouble."

"Are ya lookin fer trouble?" spat the dwarf.

"I assume your not adopting," growled the Ogre. Then she stepped back. "I have notified the local hornet hive and amazonee tribe that you are here. The entire town watch is outside. And you five are under arrest. Do you wa-" The arcane sorcerer blasted her out the window. The Trumparts charged. After the five dealt with the five trumparts. They ran outside. Into the fight. I looked over at my wife.

"We can run, with the kids, lets go, before this ends." She nods and we gather the children and leave into the forest. After two days worth of walking, we reach the next town. All of us rested outside the inn, me and my wife reading the local paper.

"They killed the dwarf and arcane," said my wife, "And one of the elves was captured! How is that even possible, I mean-"

I pulled her into a hug. We had escaped.