Chronicle II
On a quiet night at the Big City Port, a legendary hero from a faraway land stepped foot onto the boat of a notorious criminal. From afar, he was monitored by a local hero, Beaverclaw, who suspected him of nefarious acts.
Beaverclaw held his hands like binoculars over his eye mask, scoping out the situation. The giant in lederhosen was viewed laughing boisterously at something said by Puff, who was known for his violent, reactive nature.
The duo and Puff’s posse entered the boat and left the sight of Beaverclaw, who began to swing from tree to tree, using only his teeth to grasp branches. He wondered if his hunch was right, if the mysterious beer that indirectly killed his brother was a product of Bierguardian’s false heroism. Was he just a fraud? Though Beaverclaw idolized the old man as a boy, he couldn’t allow the world to go on believing he was good.
Beaverclaw set off to expose Bierguardian’s facade, revealing his true intentions and criminal behavior. He landed on the boat’s deck and unleashed his dagger-like claws, tearing off the faces of a couple of unarmed guards. With a whack of his tail, he silenced them and forced them into the river below.
Down the stairs Beaverclaw followed, hearing more laughter and then an abrupt silence. As he crept along, he heard a single SLAM. Around a corner, he heard footsteps. He swung his tail at near top speed and it was halted with ease by the oaken shield of Bierguardian.
“Beaverman!” Bierguardian smiled and shouted. He held in one hand a locked metal case, his famous spigot stuck into his waistband. “I saw you on the TV!”
“What?” the Claw paused his investigation upon hearing this news. “What do you mean?”
“Yes!” replied the jolly giant.
“Yes?”
“Yes!”
“What is happening?”
“Your parents want you home. They say, ‘COME HOME BABY BOYS’ all over TV and then they show videos of you covered in beavers.”
“Boys?”
“Yes! Your brother. They say, ‘BLAKE BRING HOME OTHER BABY BOY’.”
“So they don’t know.” Beaverclaw sat on a stair, suspending the situation to converse with the Guardian. “Brett went down with the yacht. I was the only survivor.”
“I’m so sorry, friend. How did this happen?”
Beaverclaw stood, remembering why he was there. “What does ‘Hoffenjofferbrostlbach’ mean to you?”
“Ahh yes. This was a traditional lager when I was still… When I was younger.”
“Who brewed it. Was it you?”
“No. Only the Brewmaster could create such beauty. Me? I drink, Blake Baxter.”
“Where is this Brewmaster? That beer killed my brother.”
“Impossible. The last bottle of Hoffenjofferbrostlbach was sold to the Big City Museum. That’s a relic of the old country.”
Beaverclaw considered the implications of this revelation.
“Why are you here and what is in that case?”
“OH HAHAHA.” Bierguardian laughed from his chest, realizing how the situation must look to a young hero. “Worry not, Beaver Blake!”
Bierguardian motioned for the Claw to follow and they entered the room where Puff was lying on the floor. He had clearly puffed up real big and been struck by the big man, as his body was deflated across the entire room.
“I came to take this!” Bierguardian raised the metal case to show Beaverclaw. “It’s some silly weapon or something.”
Beaverclaw felt embarrassed doubting the legendary hero. Noticing this, Bierguardian offered support. “I can help you find the Brewmaster… If that is truly what you want.” His tone was quiet and fearful.
Beaverclaw lit up and looked up at Bierguardian, saying with pure determination, “It is.”
“I must warn you, young hero, there is something….someone, that is always at his side. Something infinite. Someone sinister.” he continued on with an eerie tone, in complete contrast to his usual demeanor.
“That’s okay.” Beaverclaw started walking out of the ship paying literally 0 attention to Bierguardian’s warning. The big man followed happily.
“At least my identity is still a secret.” Beaverclaw stated.
“What? No, they know you are Beaverman.”
“They think I’m Beaverman.”
“Okay!”
Beaverclaw and Bierguardian set off to locate Brewmaster and put an end to his wicked brews.