The Vanquishing of the Easter Bunny

A party of six walked along the shores of Darkmoon Island. A paladin, rogue, ranger, made, and two healers were named among the greatest in their realm. For years, they had defeated many a foe, and for years, they had pilfered the coffers of many more. 

“What makes you think we are up to this challenge?” the level-headed paladin asked. “40 men and women have gone after him before; he all but slaughtered them.”
“And only thanks to the mage that teleported away, too!” the healer announced.

“Today is when he is the weakest,” the rogue advised.

“Does anyone know where we’re actually going?” the ranger asked, his tiger walked alongside him. It was salivating through it’s bared fangs. Still, no answer came.

“How do you figure?” the paladin asked.

“It’s Easter,” the mage answered. “Every Easter, he relives the tragedy that befell his kin… For it was today that he became… the Darkmoon Rabbit.”

On cue, dark clouds covered the Sun, and they were blanketed in the dull gray before a storm.

“Dun, dun, dunnn,” the other healer laughed.

“No. It’s no laughing matter,” the rogue announced as she applied a green substance across the edge of her blades. “The Darkmoon Rabbit is the last… of the Easter bunnies.”

Rain trickled down onto the group and thunder rolled. The waves of the ocean crashed angrily closer to them.

“I sense a story coming on,” the paladin sighed.

“Damn right there is!” the rogue cheered, twirling her blades in her hands.
Lightning crashed, and the rogue immediately slid her blades back into their scabbards and grabbed her pouch of powder. She was set to vanish at a moment’s notice. The mage released his staff from his back, readying himself to cast the first spell.

“Maybe we should seek some shelter,” the ranger finally spoke.

The paladin nodded, pointing towards a cave to the east.

The six huddled under the shelter of the cave, and the mage conjured a flame that they could all sit around.

“He was once the king of the bunnies,” the rogue said.
“But these were no normal rabbits. They were magic,” the mage chimed in. “Every Easter they laid chocolate eggs for all the good children in the land.”

The second healer snickered, “I’ve dropped many a chocolate egg, if you know what I mean.” Her elbow met the paladin’s ribs, but all just ignored her.

“But there was one kid that never got a chocolate egg, and as the years went by, he became resentful. Until one terrible Easter, he polymorphed all of the Easter bunnies into chocolate bunnies,” the mage continued. “The king sat on his throne in Darkmoon Island and wept, as he felt the life be extinguished from all his subjects.”

“The Darkmoon Rabbit’s heart was broken. He hid inside a cave and grieved for one day. Then from that day forward he was no longer the king of the Easter bunnies… He was the Darkmoon Rabbit, and he killed any who entered his cave with nasty big teeth,” the rogue finished.

Silence fell upon the cave, and the six sat listening only to the sounds of the crackle of the fire circle.
“Uhh…. Which cave?” the paladin finally asked.

“This one,” they heard from deeper within.

Red eyes stared at them through the deep. A growl rose up and echoed within the cavern. A blur of white swept past them, latching itself onto the second healer. Ripping a limb off the caster, the bunny went to its next target. The rogue used her powder and instantly vanished. The mage teleported into the water, far from the action, and the ranger sent in his tiger to act as a distraction as he fled as well.

All that remained was the paladin and the healer, once the tiger was vanquished. The paladin struggled to remain whole, losing fingers and an ear to the beast, but the healer managed to keep him moving. The paladin’s blade swung at the Darkmoon Rabbit. It narrowly missed a few times, but never hit its target.

They were entangled in the brawl for a solid 2 minutes before the others realized that it was a fight that may not be lost. Slowly the rogue made her way back. Her engineered bombs landed a nice blow to the rabbit. With it knocked down for a moment, the ranger dealt the first direct strike. An arrow pierced its ear. The mage sent a fireball as it was down, and its furry chest was singed.
It released a terrible scream as the paladin charged forward, smiting it with his holy power before slamming his blade down into it. He slumped into the ground. Air escaped through its terrible teeth as Brown fudge flowed out from its wounds. 

After no movement for several minutes, the paladin lifted the rabbit and searched it. I tiny key hung in its fur. 

“There’ll be loot in here!” he announced.

The mage gave light to the inside of the cave and they saw what remained of the Rabbit’s belongings. It was all within a chest at the end of the cavern. The paladin opened the chest and looked within.

“It seems all that the Darkmoon Rabbit had left in this world was a miniature rabbit that one of us can take as a companion,” he said, lifting a tiny rabbit from the chest.

“Dibs!” the rogue said as she grabbed it from the paladin’s hands. “It’s sooooo cute!”

For a bit of context, the Darkmoon Rabbit is a killable mob in World of Warcraft during an event called the Darkmoon Faire. It is a crude reference to Monty Python and the Holy Grail, hence the fearsome teeth. This is a rehashed story that I wrote a couple of years ago with prompts my stepson requested, including Easter, comedy, and Darkmoon Rabbit. Hehe