Thursday, 30 October 2014

Stomach pains was the thing that woke me up. A gentle breeze of fresh air and bleaching sunlight alerted me that I was no longer in the humid, dark cavern where an orphan's final resting place was. The outside finally felt nice, and eased my disgusted stomach and mouth, but not by a lot though. A familiar growl was heard nearby the foliage, it was the hermit's massive white wolf that always following him. The wolf strangely had the voice of the hermit, seeming that he was eaten by the wolf, but my fears were no longer to be feared as he was speaking to us telepathically.
    "Where's the Arsenal?" the hermit asked. Immediately all of us shut our mouths and only spoke silence. We attempted to tip-toe across the subject of what our quest in the first place was and instead fell off into the pool of awkwardness and eye-contact avoidance. One of us broke the ice by simply stating that we did not have it since it was stolen by werewolves. The hermit let out a sigh of disappointment and warned that if we did not obtain it soon, the attacking army would take over Avendale and later, the entire kingdom.
    The hermit, told us of the town Redstone nearby, destroyed and taken over by the attacking army, but not without the resistance of the town leaving the army with some casualties and some wounded. He soon left with our ranger and wizard, they were both having blank minds and empty stares. But he said not to worry, after tossing what seemed to be a transportation gem when they snapped out of non-conciousness.
    A plan needed to be hatched and it was luckily laid by the half-orc wizard who seemed the best at planning. He was extremely charismatic and even been able to befriend enemies of the attacking army, before backstabbing them. He said we could ambush the carts of wounded coming back to the stronghold that are barely guarded and take it to the stronghold, supposedly where the Arsenal was. We scouted out for the bandwagons, once spotted we set up ahead and prepared to take back what was ours.
    I set atop a tall tree by the trail feeling the fresh wind breezing my face instead of smoke and flames which I was used to see on the treeline. When the caravan passed the plan was executed. Three of us, walked and stopped right in the tracks of the bandwagon.The half-orc wizard hailed them saying that the people with him were prisoners, tricking the caravan. All of the rest of us turned away, letting the wizard conjure a blinding bright light destroying the vision of all who dared to look. The three carriages' drivers and guards forfeited their lives after they looked at the vison-destroying spell, being met by a barrage of fists, spells and arrows. Somehow, one of the carts caught on fire during the blitz. Not wanting to give away my position, I remembered the silent blow dart I owned and pulled it out. Each shot I did with it seemed to merely annoy those I shot, except for one wounded goblin in the cart died by the measly tiny prick of the dart.
    Parts of the caravan, guards, the wounded and drivers were strewn everywhere mixed in with chaos and inferno fires. It finally seemed a plan that had actually gone well! Or so I thought. A small brown flying glob that was barely over the horizon was spotted by my eyes. It was something unmistakable to me, A wyvern. A small green goblin sat atop of the wyvern commanding the wyvern because he was his master. I slinked down deeper into the tree to hide in the foliage and not grabbed by its powerful predator talons. Crap, the rest of the team was taking one of the wagons without me! I couldn't simply jump down thirty feet breaking my ankles and start dashing for the fear of falling a hundred feet more because of the wyvern. I stayed in the tree longer, for the sliver of hope that the rest of the team would come back for their talented rogue.
    The entirety of what was left of the caravan was now set ablaze, coming dangerously close to the surrounding forest. Melting colours of orange, yellow and red clashed with each other, but there was one that I feared the most, grey. The translucent grey smoke rose above into the blue sky, now the attacking army was most certainly alerted to the contrasting smoke, Now I realized why the wyvern was flying low to the ground, searching for prey. I had another realization seeing the wind brush the leaves, making the smoke come towards me! A stinging pained managed to grab my eyes and choke my lungs of their fresh air. At the same time, I could feel the air whoosh knowing that the wyvern was nearby, I barely managed to not make a cough. But the wizard did.
    The damn wizard coughed right beneath my tree, but something was amiss with him. He took off every single possession and clothing and ditched it and ran, far. The wyvern immediately landed down near the tree, at least it didn't spot me. The wizard, embracing the joys of being naked, casted a magic missile on himself and the goblin that commanded the wyvern, knocking himself out and killing the wyvern's master. The monk ran out of the carriage and tried to help the suddenly suicidal wizard, to be picked up in a snatch by the wyvern and flown away. Just seeing one of my teammates face a near-certain death, I decided to stay in the tree, there was no opportunity to run to the safety of the team.
    Hearing only the forest's nature and fires that will soon swallow nature's sound, I chose to silently go down the tree picking up the only possessions of the spaztic wizard. Another teammate, the fighter decided to follow the footstep's of the monk and charged directly at the wyvern. He got picked up too. I saw the chaos and smoke that alerted the attacking army, I attempted to set my tree on fire to destroy evidence of the events but there was no kindling to start it. Knowing my only chance to run to my allies since the wyvern was distracted is now. I turned my back, filled with adrenaline to start dashing. Instead of that, there was a wyvern. Even before I could set a foot ahead, three slashes of pain slapped the front of my body, I felt like dying again. But this was weird, It wasn't even a fatal injury, I could just feel the life in my body faint away and fall asleep forever.
    A jolt combined with a rotton wooden floor woke me up again. I pondered on how many times I have cheated death so far. I got up, stripped of all my belongings in the carraige with my allies. I dare not to ask how I was still alive, for the fear of jinxing it. Yet another plan was deviously hatched by the half-orc wizard. All of us were to empty all of our belongings to look like prisoners except for a lockpick I kept under my tongue. The orc-wizard was going to be part of the "attacking army" saying that he captured us and get us into the stronghold. The carriage stopped and the wizard faked it saying that he got prisoners for the stronghold, with our authentic looks of prisoners we tricked them. We were lead into the stronghold, and spotted the Arsenal! We were so close, but so far I thought as we were tossed down a deep prison pit.

Monday, 27 October 2014

Time shifted in and out of random paces, bright white lights engulfed my vision exchanged with pitch black darkness made sure I could see nothing. I felt my entire soul exhume itself as life in my body extinguished, I could see what happened outside my body. My soul totally invisible, floating above and could not alert any of the others of what happened. I watched my limp and doll-like body picked up by a hill giant that burst open through the door of the golden-glowing room as if I were only a chew-toy to it.
    I cringed and winced as the hill giant took a huge chomp out on my lower body, blue alien liquid came out- wait a minute... I always knew I had the regular blood of a half-elf, right? Was I something completely different, something I should not have been? The whole scene of what was happening started to stretch- literally. As if the unfolding scenes were drawings in a piece of paper. Slowly my legs felt a tug of pressure, pulling away from the paper that was surrounded by ominous pitch-black nothing. Not even a little resistance could be put up by me as nothing existed at all. Nothing. But a small, wheezy breath was heard and slowly grew in volume.
    A prickling feeling came as is I had been reincarnated, but this body is so similar to my old one... I struggled in a bound position on the ground tired and tied by what seemed to be the doppelganger who went on an orphan rampage killing. The ropes were seemingly tied poorly and in a rush resulting in a quick release from them. It seemed that I was in a cavern again, similar to the one before. I crawled to the wet puddle showing off its glowing reflection. I stared into the puddle intently, seeing any reflection to indicate who I was. Me. Exactly the same before, realizing I was in the same cavern even!
    I saw all of my allies in that golden room with the aftermath of my doppelganger, a hill giant and some dead orphans. I needed to tell them of the murderous doppelganger without being brutally murdered over again. I decided to approach the situation like any logical person.
    This speech was surprisingly effective as they shrugged their shoulders and continued to fight the hill giant. The half-orc wizard stood by me distrusting me and inspecting me with his sword. However, this was no regular sword... It was a talking sword! Ted, was his name and he said I was the real Mordecai, speaking the truth and not your average orphan rampage killer. The other wizard shoved some potions that were of brown colour. He told me to drink them since I was parched. I was actually really thirsty at this point and started chugging both of them for the anticipation of hydration, oh man I did not expect what would happen next.
    My stomach was the first thing to warn me of oncoming poison. It contracted to an insane amount causing massive pain already making me fall to the ground vomiting and my body in a mass panic started to excrete out of every single orifice. My tongue was a battlefield long inhabitable and brown, permanently. I layed in a prone position seeing the wizard's eyes of psychopathy and no mercy. He pulled out even more potions of horrendous torture, pain and humiliation. Please, no more. I fought as hard as I could and at least stopped the mad man from feeding more potions. I may have won the battle, but he won the war as I could no longer cope with life and decided to pass out.
Stunned and prone, that's what my body currently was after a devastating blow by that traitorous monk that I once thought was cool. Laying in pain with my eyes closed but the shimmering gold glow from the bright and wet cavern shined through them. My hair then caught my attention, I realized though, strand by strand of hair ripped from its precious head screaming at me to immediately stop the source of pain. But my arms were already tired and my will could not muster them to command. I was being dragged away!
    Through the narrow caverns the floor dragged and scratched my legs. No matter how much pleading and resistance I could give, nothing stopped the mysterious figure that dragged me away from the monsters I so desperately needed to kill. I needed to know who or what was making my skin rip apart with the floor. Slowly turning my neck in anticipation, it was exactly who I thought it was. The monk!
    Nearly giving up my body soon felt more damp and Less and less light and more darkness as I could no longer open my eyes. A sudden shift of balance and the empty space appeared behind me. Gravity forced me down onto a puddle and changing my perspective directly toward onto the ceiling. Slowly, the idea of freedom drenched my mind, feeling the ecstasy of being free! My donkey loyally followed behind me as I recovered the hair from my head that would never be the same again. Leaping on my donkey valiantly, knowing I must defeat the enemy.
    Time slowed down the moment I spotted the children, my heart paced down to a snail's. I must do this. CHARGE!!! I rode my donkey as fast as possible through one of those monsters bellowing a yell that would make the gods proud. A blood curdling scream emerged from one as his lungs were punctured and forced air throughout the throat. I could hear its small bones crunch and muscles struggle over the mighty power of my brave little donkey. He breathed his last breath finally, feeling like I completed my life goal.
    CRACK!!! I had pain resonate through my skull ringing my vision and balance. But surprisingly I felt strangely calm, like nothing mattered at all. My life's purpose was complete. I let the mysterious figures maim me, slamming something heavy shaped square on my jaw. I felt the last of the life on my body disappear suddenly, but calmly.

Thursday, 2 October 2014

My body awoke as if I had been in a slumber for aeons. I could barely remember the acid burning flesh right off my body. Slowly moving my body all knowing it went to hell and beyond, expecting to wince in pain. No pain whatsoever happened as if an angel gave me ambrosia. My eyes curiously opened.
    Midgets. Midget was the first thought that came up in the dark and cold cavern I had awoken in. All my blood boiled so hard as I saw them surround my allies and friends. Damn those abominations to hell! My skin was seething red and steam came out of my ears. I wished and prayed more than a priest for lightning to strike fear and death into them.
    Prayers were answered as my devoted loyal donkey appeared. Even though I've never ridden him before, I mounted him perfectly as my sights were set on those monsters. We valiantly charged in battle to save the only allies I have towards those things. Unbeknownst of me, the figure whose shape I could not recognize in the darkness put a stick in front of me. What was she doing! I thought before crashing passing out yet again, this time I was left to the mercy of the midgets.
    Even though my eyes were closed, I could see the glowing of something yellow, maybe gold even. Just one more time I opened my eyes. There they are, those animals. In a blinding rage I tackled one of them and was about to yell a voice that came deep from the soul and bellow from the bottom of my body. As the adrenaline was about to make my vocal cords tear themselves apart, the monk quickly grabbed my throat and threw me aside, traitor.
At the crack of dawn we set our horses and ourselves onwards to find the Arsenal. We trotted slowly and quietly through the once alive but now burnt forest and our battlefield to search for any clues of the ruthless were-wolves that took one on the Citadel's most prized possession. On the battlefield, one of the rangers spotted the tracks of the were-wolves which were deeper than the others showing signs of something heavy they were carrying, along with a lot of blood at the scene which was apparently mine and the bits and pieces of my donkey!
    We followed the tracks which led to the first town that was abandoned after the raid on it. It all seemed so quiet, Way too quiet. Another eagle named Bastard the II was summoned to scout out the town, but first pooping on the ranger's arm for avenging it's predecessor. Reports came back that the town was completely dead. A small team of us were first sent to see if anything would cause great trouble to us if we all came. The assassin spotted a kobold passed out inside from a house from partying too hard from the spoils of battle. Two quick slashes of his scythe and the problem was solved. A door became ajar as an old wizard nonchalantly popped out yawning. A voice yelled asking if he was part of attacking the town. Tired, the wizard just said yes.
    This prompted three our our guys to attack him, but all of them missed miserably without him even moving an inch. He seemed so confident of himself, He was a big threat seemingly doing nothing as three people tried to take him on. I charged at this wizard with my horse at full speed in order to trample him, But I too missed and paid dearly by crashing through!
    I felt a heavy breath on me as my body lay on glass, wood, and steel. My head turned around and saw an eye as big as my own head open wide and stare at me. It was no doubt that this was a dragon. It felt surreal to suddenly have a dragon thrusted into my face. slowly, I unsheathed my rapier and stabbed its eye, the eyebrow, specifically. All I felt next was a burning sensation all over my body.
A coat of pain covered my entire body was regaining conscious, starting to regret it as it rocked to and fro. All joints retaliated against me by refusing to work properly. Every fiber of my being wanted to scream out in pain, but alas it had no mouth. I could only feel my pain and nothing else with no input from the outside of the world.
    My body tensed up as I could feel sudden air rushing on the bottom side of me where ground used to lay. A loud CRACK was both felt and heard on my skull. I could feel the cognition of myself deteriorate and slip further away. The first function to go was thinking coherent sentences, only vowels and verbs remained, the rest were casted away only to be used for the intelligent. Another unexpected skull crack caused extreme muscle control loss and all loss of speech.
    DONKEY. MOON-WOLF. TOWN. JAIL. Those are the only things I could try to remember since arriving in Arendale. Our party arrived at the tall gates of one of the last frontiers before the kingdom would completely fall. It seemed very suspicious that we were scouting for the attacking army since we were complete strangers demanding to enter. All of us were immediately thrown in jail, with me still retarded and half-dead.
    My cognition and body were put back together by a healing spell, like a puzzle that had been smashed and hastily glued again passing off as "completed". Before any plan could be hatched by the remnants of the Citadel, a wizard tried to grill as much information from us. She deemed we were not a threat anymore, or anytime soon. The wizard is the daughter of the mayor of Arendale, and he too was a graduate of the Citadel but now too old and fat to help defend. She asked us to help defend Arendale as the "soldiers" were the smith, baker, farmer and some other peasants, pity was hinted to them.
    The wizard asked if we had "The Arsenal", which was the Citadel's most prized treasure. It contained the most powerful weapons known to the realm to defend against evil and those who wielded it. Explaining the loss of it was no easy thing to do to her. She lost it, a torrent of how we failed the Citadel and the kingdom by being idiots and losing the only thing that could've saved us.
    The Arsenal was taken by were-wolves while we were on the way to Arendale, But I could barely recall this as at the time I was retarded. We needed a plan to take it back. At the time, it was already hours since the wolves had taken our only hope and long gone then. Our vague plan was to track them down and take what was rightfully ours.
    Our wizard sold my VERY valuable gem to a merchant without me realizing for some stupid potions. This caused an outrage to burst from me and yell at him for being such a dolt. Another man who owned some stables offered to let us rent some of the horses for 100 gold. Me being already in a storming mood blew up in his face. This situation is a matter of life or death! Gold doesn't matter at all when your dead! We needed all help possible to get the Arsenal. A good yelling at him convinced him and he was enlightened. Free horses were given for compensation for him being to greedy and stupid.
    We slept uneasily, knowing every second we sleep the wolves are getting away.

Wednesday, 1 October 2014

My mind went blank and dark as reality set it's eyes and targeted me. The Hermit snapped open my mind by telling us of our current options. We could go back to the Citadel and burn the instant we arrive, stay with the hermit until the end of our lives or go to the towns. There are two towns, the first one might be under attack at this very moment. Arendale, the second town, is poorly defended and might be attacked soon.
    Considering our skills as a team, Going back to the Citadel was suicide and crossed off the list. Living with the Hermit would not be fun at all. We were stuck with two options, going to the first town, or to Arendale. An eagle named Bastard was summoned by our Ranger to scout ahead of us to see what remains of the first town. An elemental created by our wizard to do the same task to make sure we could get information. With no choice but to trudge down the mountain we hope to warn Arendale of their impending doom.
    As mountain became trees, and trees became forest. The eagle that had been sent was nowhere to be seen. Afraid it was shot down, we continued through the forest which soon became covered in webs. White webs covered every single spot of the forest, giving a surreal look of nature taking the forest for it's own. A small cry for help became increasing with volume with every step we took. A figure wrapped around a tree with webs struggled to breath and escape. We started to help this unfortunate soul before he became part of the spider food chain. Of course, spiders don't like their food taken away. Surrounded by spiders we were forced to fight back. I slayed one using my bow after shooting it three times, barely getting bitten since one spider spit it's web at my legs getting them stuck!. Even though I'm not that good at fighting, the wizard had the short-end of the stick. Swinging his mighty axe overhead at the same spider, he slammed it into the ground not once, not twice, but a whopping three times...
    Once all the spiders were eradicated, I freed myself from the webs on my legs that prevented movement and nearly got my face eaten off. We failed our objective that got us fighting spiders in the first place, as the man after the fight was sickly green bloated and most of all, dead. His body had nearly two-hundred gold giving the clue that he was a merchant. He didn't need the gold anymore, it would be a waste if we did not take them.
    Once the adrenaline had died down, we had absolutely no clue where to go. The webs blocked any vision to see the sky. I had the brilliant idea to climb the tree which once had the merchant. Slowly climbing branch by branch I reached the top, I could see the dimming sun and the webs that seem to make the forest have a second floor of white webs.
    Something shined in unison with the sun. On the very top of the tree was a gem, I instantly knew that it was worth an extreme amount and took it. I felt compelled to set the forest on fire for absolutely no reason, maybe to get rid of that merchant's body. I pulled out my flint & steel and perfectly set a web on fire, so easily it felt that I was destined to burn this place down to the ground. Hurrying down the tree feeling the increasingly intense heat and smoke, I felt extremely drowsy. Despite my efforts to stay awake just long enough to get down the tree, My body gave in and I plummeted towards the ground.