Unofficial server lore - The Eldermages and the death match.
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The Eldermages
Nobody knows where they came from, but rumors has it somewhere along the line they seized control of an especially powerful orb, made from the so-called "Pure Obsidian Stone". The stone's whereabouts is legend. This orb gave them tremendous power over space and time, and before long, they could connect two places in space and create what we now call portals, allowing free access between the two locations. The recipes of creating such portals has been passed down to the people of the realm, but one secret they never passed on, in fear of it being misused for evil: the portals could be used to travel through time.
First chapter - Disbelief
Mending winds rested up against his torn up skin for a slight moment, before disappearing into the night. They healed him, made him feel alive. They weren't his own doing, but he knew it was driven by something- or someone. His sharp, dark eyes wavered for a second near a cow eating grass three, no four trees to his right. It wasn't paying attention, so a slight wrist movement and a step was enough to sink a glittering sword into it's hide. It didn't feel any pain whatsoever - it was way too slow. Now his bloodlust rose to new heights, and the winds felt warm and stinging against his cheeks, almost made him blush.
Another movement, behind him this time. He swung his sword - whatever it was, it was no friend of his. He gazed in disbelief, there was nothing there. His senses couldn't surely have grown dull on him in his old days? No presence was felt nearby, nothing. Was it...his imagination? He thought he'd abandoned that unnecessary hindrance a long time ago. He was a warrior now. He didn't do any unnecessary actions.
A giggle came from the nearest tree. Or did it? He decided to chop it down, so he swung his sword the hardest he could. The tree got cut clean off, and fell to the ground. His movement had released another. Scurrying over the leaves. He sighed relieved, if it wasn't strong enough to conceal itself when moving, it couldn't sneak up on him. It had simply been waiting nearby, that's why he didn't sense it. He took a step towards the sound, and bam! A big rock hit the back of his head. Everything went dark, as his eyes closed in disbelief. He hit the leaves with a silent dump.
¤ ¤ - ¤ ¤
The wind whispered about the event that had just occurred, and carried it miles away, to a small wooden hut, where an old man sat with a distant glare as he was rocking back and forth, back and forth in his creaking chair made of oak. "The idiot!" he thought to himself while patting on a pipe. "He underestimated Her.."
Second chapter - The limping old man
The sweat was dripping from the old man's forehead as he limped over the floor of hardened, red clay. He stopped at the edge of the mountainside, and as he was gazing over the arena in the valley before him, his cane whirled up some dirt. So this is it then, what a grotesque sight, the old man thought to himself. Definitely what we were looking for.
As he kept limping closer down the road, he started hearing quite the ruckus coming from the building. The noise grew as he approached the entrance, and as he stumbled inside the heated building, bloodthirsty cheering was heard from a thick double iron door. A guard came out of nowhere.
"Master, he has been expecting your arrival. If you would please follow me." He took a step aside and bowed deeply before the old man. The old man sneered, and limped over the floor, stone bricks this time, as the cane made a simultaneous dump in perfect harmony. Dunk, bump! Dunk, bump!
¤ ¤ - ¤ ¤
He came into a bright, circular room(1). The walls were reddish, reminded him of tuna. Ugliest color ever. A man was sitting behind a desk, busy with his paperwork. As the guard left them and shut the door, the man looked up, and smiled a most boyish smile, and nodded to a comfortable-looking chair in front of the desk. The old man limped quickly to the front of the chair and let himself fall down onto the pillow. For a second they were both staring at each other. Then they smiled in recognition.
"I thought you wouldn't make it, I was worried you had gotten lost since your tri-dimensional portal got dislocated last week."
"Shh, not so loud, the tri-dimensional portal is taboo technique, you know that!" The creases in the old man's face became even more furrowed as he looked strictly at the man.
"Look, I have full control of this entire building, every morning my assistant checks for redspy devices in every corner of the room, and the room itself is made of thick brick wall that is checked for cracks every week. We should be okay."
"Can't be too careful you know, if it gets out it can cause major havoc on the realm!"
"We didn't come here to discuss secrets, did we?"
"No, we didn't."
"Then lets get down to business. The arena is done on time, and as you could probably hear when you entered, the matches are in full motion."
"So...is it working?"
"I believe so, where is Hunter?"
"He...couldn't make it."
"Did he really try to, you know...challenge Her?"
"The idiot."
"Truly, I was looking forward to seeing him in action here in the arena. Guess we'll have to wait until he gets back. Could take a while."
"Meanwhile, I want to see what you have achieved here. Lets go look, shall we?"
"It's my pleasure."
¤ ¤ - ¤ ¤ (1) - Not really circular, there is no such thing. But in geometry it would mostly resemble a circle.
Third chapter - Waking up in the sacred meadow
For away, deep in a meadow, the warrior known simply as Hunter came to. A light played before his eyes, and his eyes tried to shut out the brightness, and when that didn't work, he used his elbows. But as the light finally faded from his eyes, an annoying peeping sound played in his head, as if he had just heard an explosion. Frustrated, he simply stood up and tried to adjust his eyes to the room before him, bathed in sunlight.
Apparently it was made by humans, as the carvings were definitely that of stone bricks. But moss had it all covered over, and a terrible stench, as from drained sewers, hung over the place like a death sentence. He looked around for his sword, but found nothing. His armor had also been relieved of him. No matter. Hunter could kill with his bare hands, and he had survived a bunch of really deep arrow shots in the chest.
Suddenly, he heard the smooth trickle of water outside, so he went to see where he was. The outside looked like a paradise. Green forest, green grass, and in a corner of the square clearing he was situated in, a marvelous fountain was carefully placed to beautify the old trees around it. In the middle of the fountain, a small girl, maybe six, no eight years old. Around the corner came her mother, a white dressed woman with long, blonde hair, laid in braids. She picked the girl up from the fountain and held her, as she gently swung around to face the man in the temple opening. Hunter became distressed by this sight, and wished he could find a place to wash up and change.
At the same time as this thought popped in his head, she spoke to him: "The bath is in the back." He almost forgot his warrior dignity and jumped, but at the last second he remembered and stood firm.
Did she read his thoughts? Hunter's eyes became disarranged, as he tried to focus the blonde woman with the long white dress before him. He could feel his temple boil, and he wondered why he felt like he did. It was truly a mystery.
He then collected himself and replied, with a remarkably hoarse voice: "Where am I woman, did you take me here?"
As he said those words, he realized how stupid it sounded. She couldn't possibly have carried him here, he was a 315 pounds heavyweight warrior.
"That is correct, but as you were so heavy, I had to leave the armor," she replied in a voice like it was the most obvious and easiest thing in the world.
"What about the sword?" he asked her.
"Oh, such artifacts are not allowed on these sacred premises. You will find them in a chest inside a wooden hut just outside the meadow."
"One more question," he said, stuttering over how clean her voice was compared to his.
"You want to know my name," she replied. "It's Gaia." "Gaia the forest guardian."
¤ ¤ - ¤ ¤
Fourth chapter - Hurry, little rabbit.
Terrified, he ran all he could. It had been four days since the incident. His tongue was glued to his already hoarse palate, and his eyes had been unable to see since She revealed her true form to him. Now all he could do was run, his sword left behind in the little wooden hut. He thought he was hallucinating, but his strained brainmuscles told him to not look back, in case it wasn't.
This is terrible! - he thought to himself, over and over as he galloped above the mesa, unaware and unscathed by the nightfall and the fact that none of the mobs seemed to be even remotely aware of his presence. As he closed in on his hundred-and-eighteenth hour of running, he started to feel hungry and exhausted, the saturation from that day started to wear off.
Inside a bush, he fell asleep moments after sensing he had been crawling the last hour. His consciousness faded away as a warm and green place welcomed him. This was as far as the warrior known simply as Hunter got.
In the morning, not so overly far away, perhaps a thousand feet, or maybe two, a geezer sitting on top of a rather lousy donkey wandered over the desert. From his belt, he had a scimitar made of the purest diamond and steel. He was constantly taking sips from a flask he held in his right hand, and the big hat on his head covered his face from the irritating morning heat. "Gringo" was his nickname, but his full name was Edward Rconiandro. Wandering over the desert was a piece of cake for him, and he was already close to his goal.
Over the dune to the west, he could see a watchtower, and the light coming from it signaled a guard with binoculars had spotted him. He raised his hand in a gesture of courtesy, and grinned friendly to the watchtower as he rode over the dune.
Now he could spot the full area. A wall made out of stone bricks kept the mobs out, and he knew inside these walls his goal was waiting for him - but only he himself knew what that goal was.
¤ ¤ - ¤ ¤
To be continued...
The Eldermages
Nobody knows where they came from, but rumors has it somewhere along the line they seized control of an especially powerful orb, made from the so-called "Pure Obsidian Stone". The stone's whereabouts is legend. This orb gave them tremendous power over space and time, and before long, they could connect two places in space and create what we now call portals, allowing free access between the two locations. The recipes of creating such portals has been passed down to the people of the realm, but one secret they never passed on, in fear of it being misused for evil: the portals could be used to travel through time.
First chapter - Disbelief
Mending winds rested up against his torn up skin for a slight moment, before disappearing into the night. They healed him, made him feel alive. They weren't his own doing, but he knew it was driven by something- or someone. His sharp, dark eyes wavered for a second near a cow eating grass three, no four trees to his right. It wasn't paying attention, so a slight wrist movement and a step was enough to sink a glittering sword into it's hide. It didn't feel any pain whatsoever - it was way too slow. Now his bloodlust rose to new heights, and the winds felt warm and stinging against his cheeks, almost made him blush.
Another movement, behind him this time. He swung his sword - whatever it was, it was no friend of his. He gazed in disbelief, there was nothing there. His senses couldn't surely have grown dull on him in his old days? No presence was felt nearby, nothing. Was it...his imagination? He thought he'd abandoned that unnecessary hindrance a long time ago. He was a warrior now. He didn't do any unnecessary actions.
A giggle came from the nearest tree. Or did it? He decided to chop it down, so he swung his sword the hardest he could. The tree got cut clean off, and fell to the ground. His movement had released another. Scurrying over the leaves. He sighed relieved, if it wasn't strong enough to conceal itself when moving, it couldn't sneak up on him. It had simply been waiting nearby, that's why he didn't sense it. He took a step towards the sound, and bam! A big rock hit the back of his head. Everything went dark, as his eyes closed in disbelief. He hit the leaves with a silent dump.
¤ ¤ - ¤ ¤
The wind whispered about the event that had just occurred, and carried it miles away, to a small wooden hut, where an old man sat with a distant glare as he was rocking back and forth, back and forth in his creaking chair made of oak. "The idiot!" he thought to himself while patting on a pipe. "He underestimated Her.."
Second chapter - The limping old man
The sweat was dripping from the old man's forehead as he limped over the floor of hardened, red clay. He stopped at the edge of the mountainside, and as he was gazing over the arena in the valley before him, his cane whirled up some dirt. So this is it then, what a grotesque sight, the old man thought to himself. Definitely what we were looking for.
As he kept limping closer down the road, he started hearing quite the ruckus coming from the building. The noise grew as he approached the entrance, and as he stumbled inside the heated building, bloodthirsty cheering was heard from a thick double iron door. A guard came out of nowhere.
"Master, he has been expecting your arrival. If you would please follow me." He took a step aside and bowed deeply before the old man. The old man sneered, and limped over the floor, stone bricks this time, as the cane made a simultaneous dump in perfect harmony. Dunk, bump! Dunk, bump!
¤ ¤ - ¤ ¤
He came into a bright, circular room(1). The walls were reddish, reminded him of tuna. Ugliest color ever. A man was sitting behind a desk, busy with his paperwork. As the guard left them and shut the door, the man looked up, and smiled a most boyish smile, and nodded to a comfortable-looking chair in front of the desk. The old man limped quickly to the front of the chair and let himself fall down onto the pillow. For a second they were both staring at each other. Then they smiled in recognition.
"I thought you wouldn't make it, I was worried you had gotten lost since your tri-dimensional portal got dislocated last week."
"Shh, not so loud, the tri-dimensional portal is taboo technique, you know that!" The creases in the old man's face became even more furrowed as he looked strictly at the man.
"Look, I have full control of this entire building, every morning my assistant checks for redspy devices in every corner of the room, and the room itself is made of thick brick wall that is checked for cracks every week. We should be okay."
"Can't be too careful you know, if it gets out it can cause major havoc on the realm!"
"We didn't come here to discuss secrets, did we?"
"No, we didn't."
"Then lets get down to business. The arena is done on time, and as you could probably hear when you entered, the matches are in full motion."
"So...is it working?"
"I believe so, where is Hunter?"
"He...couldn't make it."
"Did he really try to, you know...challenge Her?"
"The idiot."
"Truly, I was looking forward to seeing him in action here in the arena. Guess we'll have to wait until he gets back. Could take a while."
"Meanwhile, I want to see what you have achieved here. Lets go look, shall we?"
"It's my pleasure."
¤ ¤ - ¤ ¤ (1) - Not really circular, there is no such thing. But in geometry it would mostly resemble a circle.
Third chapter - Waking up in the sacred meadow
For away, deep in a meadow, the warrior known simply as Hunter came to. A light played before his eyes, and his eyes tried to shut out the brightness, and when that didn't work, he used his elbows. But as the light finally faded from his eyes, an annoying peeping sound played in his head, as if he had just heard an explosion. Frustrated, he simply stood up and tried to adjust his eyes to the room before him, bathed in sunlight.
Apparently it was made by humans, as the carvings were definitely that of stone bricks. But moss had it all covered over, and a terrible stench, as from drained sewers, hung over the place like a death sentence. He looked around for his sword, but found nothing. His armor had also been relieved of him. No matter. Hunter could kill with his bare hands, and he had survived a bunch of really deep arrow shots in the chest.
Suddenly, he heard the smooth trickle of water outside, so he went to see where he was. The outside looked like a paradise. Green forest, green grass, and in a corner of the square clearing he was situated in, a marvelous fountain was carefully placed to beautify the old trees around it. In the middle of the fountain, a small girl, maybe six, no eight years old. Around the corner came her mother, a white dressed woman with long, blonde hair, laid in braids. She picked the girl up from the fountain and held her, as she gently swung around to face the man in the temple opening. Hunter became distressed by this sight, and wished he could find a place to wash up and change.
At the same time as this thought popped in his head, she spoke to him: "The bath is in the back." He almost forgot his warrior dignity and jumped, but at the last second he remembered and stood firm.
Did she read his thoughts? Hunter's eyes became disarranged, as he tried to focus the blonde woman with the long white dress before him. He could feel his temple boil, and he wondered why he felt like he did. It was truly a mystery.
He then collected himself and replied, with a remarkably hoarse voice: "Where am I woman, did you take me here?"
As he said those words, he realized how stupid it sounded. She couldn't possibly have carried him here, he was a 315 pounds heavyweight warrior.
"That is correct, but as you were so heavy, I had to leave the armor," she replied in a voice like it was the most obvious and easiest thing in the world.
"What about the sword?" he asked her.
"Oh, such artifacts are not allowed on these sacred premises. You will find them in a chest inside a wooden hut just outside the meadow."
"One more question," he said, stuttering over how clean her voice was compared to his.
"You want to know my name," she replied. "It's Gaia." "Gaia the forest guardian."
¤ ¤ - ¤ ¤
Fourth chapter - Hurry, little rabbit.
Terrified, he ran all he could. It had been four days since the incident. His tongue was glued to his already hoarse palate, and his eyes had been unable to see since She revealed her true form to him. Now all he could do was run, his sword left behind in the little wooden hut. He thought he was hallucinating, but his strained brainmuscles told him to not look back, in case it wasn't.
This is terrible! - he thought to himself, over and over as he galloped above the mesa, unaware and unscathed by the nightfall and the fact that none of the mobs seemed to be even remotely aware of his presence. As he closed in on his hundred-and-eighteenth hour of running, he started to feel hungry and exhausted, the saturation from that day started to wear off.
Inside a bush, he fell asleep moments after sensing he had been crawling the last hour. His consciousness faded away as a warm and green place welcomed him. This was as far as the warrior known simply as Hunter got.
In the morning, not so overly far away, perhaps a thousand feet, or maybe two, a geezer sitting on top of a rather lousy donkey wandered over the desert. From his belt, he had a scimitar made of the purest diamond and steel. He was constantly taking sips from a flask he held in his right hand, and the big hat on his head covered his face from the irritating morning heat. "Gringo" was his nickname, but his full name was Edward Rconiandro. Wandering over the desert was a piece of cake for him, and he was already close to his goal.
Over the dune to the west, he could see a watchtower, and the light coming from it signaled a guard with binoculars had spotted him. He raised his hand in a gesture of courtesy, and grinned friendly to the watchtower as he rode over the dune.
Now he could spot the full area. A wall made out of stone bricks kept the mobs out, and he knew inside these walls his goal was waiting for him - but only he himself knew what that goal was.
¤ ¤ - ¤ ¤
To be continued...