Lore/Story Downfall Of Gavel Book One - Undercover

Note: I know Gavel is very soon and hasn't been released yet. So why am I making a book about it yet? Because book one takes place in Wynn. In book two, as you will probably realise just by reading the Prologue, is going to be set in Gavel. Speaking of which, here is the prologue!

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Prologue: Over Nemract’s Delight

It was a cold, damp, rainy twilight in the city of Nemract. Citizens were heading home or drinking Nemract Whiskey at the Drunken Zombie. Everything was normal…

That was when the horse rode into the city.

The horse was, unlike the usual brown kind, pure white. The stallion thundered into town, leaving billowing dust trailing. The residents paid no attention; they thought they had drunk too much.

The majestic beast halted at an ugly house with a porch and smoke billowing from a thick, fat chimney. Like many houses in Nemract, the house was derelict and overgrown with vines.

A rider, masked and clothed in blue, slid off the horse and knocked on the door.

A drunk, ragged, hobbling man clambered out of it.

The man said, “Shouldn’t yer be dead now, eh? I heard ye was sent off to the dark, rat filled dungeon.”

The rider replied, “As you know, I have a tendency to escape from similar situations. Oh, and I want you to look after my horse. I also need some of that Llevigar Pinot Grigio you… acquired.”

The man said, “I can’t say that’ll be cheap. After all, it was hard to get ‘n’ all.”

The rider said, “And that’s why I brought these,” as he brought out two bottles of liquefied emeralds.

The man, eyes wide, said, “But… that’s a lot! Y’know I didn’t mean that much, right?”

“That’s not all I have. I have 5le in all. I will bring one with me to last me in Gavel for a while. The other two I buried where nobody but a select few can reach them, with the rest of my… ah, belongings.”

The man said, “Gavel? You wouldn’t last long there. They have strict laws and-“

“The Gavel gates have opened.”

“When? Why? Who? Wha-“

“Just a week ago, when I was outlawed. The villagers are up to something. Something big. I was just beginning to find out what their plans were when the King of Ragni, who actually asked me to do this in the first place, was forced to exile me. Of course, I was right in the middle of Almuj, so they were hunting me down to execute me. When I found out that they were to be opened, I realised that I had to take revenge on them. A few people who know me or owe me a favour agreed to smuggle me out of Nemract and straight to Llevigar on the sixth shipment. I arrived here just in time for that, so I will leave tomorrow. The abandoned house should be ideal for hiding in. Not even a villager would venture into there.”

“Ok… I sorta understand. But… I seem to be missing something. What happened after I left? And what happened before then?”

“That would be a tale. I should have time to explain before the boat casts away for Llevigar. Hopefully you won’t fall asleep, will you Drucksh?”

“No… I’m not as drunk as you’d think. Want to tell it on the Llevigar Pinot?”

“No. That stuff tastes disgusting. I never understand those villagers. I only want it for purposes in Llevigar. Ah, the things many villagers would give for this… Anyway, only over Nemract’s delight. The finest for the best of us. Now, this is how the tale begins…”

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As you can see from the Prologue, book one is the main character explaining how he got to being an outcast seeking to avenge people he knew and stop a secret plan the villagers have created. And yes, Drucksh is featuring in the lore! Will Yahya be next? Lets find out...

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Chapter List

Prologue: Over Nemract's Delight - Page 1
Chapter One: One Potato, Two Potato - Page 1
Chapter Two: Awakening Magic - Page 1

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Character Applications

... are not being opened yet. I'm waiting until I have gone into the story a bit further. Note: You may want to think of a character beforehand. However, I would suggest only asking for a character in book one, once I make applications, if you want them to die. Pretty much all the characters you see, though the main character and Drucksh have definitely survived, are going to die. I might make a few exceptions though, just to make things interesting.

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Characters

??? - The main character.
Drucksh - A man who loves alcohol. Anyone who needs to do some undercover work or something illegal will come to him first... if he hasn't drank too much Nemract Whiskey.

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And that's all for now! Hype inbound! And yes, that is pretty much the longest prologue I have ever done.

 

Bruh, my prologue's 10 pages.
Regardless, great start to this tale! I'm looking forward to reading the rest of it :D

 

Seems an average wynncraft story
7/10

 

Well of course, you do really long chapters XD. Still, I'm trying to do longer chapters than I used to. What I used to do? 1 page per chapter, maybe 2 or 3 if you were lucky.

Note: This is just the beginning.... Chapter two/three is going to get gruesome. So gruesome that the only one which beats it was the lore which fibunny started like a year ago. Well, at least I think. I've already started chapter one, which is meant to introduce the main character before anything bad happened to him.

 

Just going to tag a few people who knew I was making this from my status.
@xNaverx
@Rawb

 

^prologue
totes

 

your usage of the number seven has summoned me here.


Also, we're not supposed to apply for a character in book one unless we want our character to die?

 

Well... basically book one is about his past. The main character's talk with Drucksh implies that many people Drucksh and him used to know have died. Or at least something has happened to them which isn't good/they have gone into hiding. But basically, I mean if you don't want to have a chance of your character dying, don't apply for book one.

Also, chapter one is about half finished! Prepare for the inbound hype (I'm so hyped for my own lore and Gavel that its actually driving me crazy)!

 

Ah mkay

 

Got distracted by the Gavel Update... anyway, Chapter 1 is almost ready, I just have to add in a few more things. Get ready for Gavel Hype Train 2.0!

 

*drank :(

i dont think somebody would say "5le" irl

 

Here we go! Bare in mind that this is the introduction chapter, so it isn't meant to be action filled or really good. Instead, it is meant to introduce the main character and a few others who will be very important in the story. And it is also meant to do other things too, which you will see later.

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Chapter One: One Potato, Two Potato

“The merchants are coming! Get the potatoes, armour and trinkets ready!”

A teenaged boy ran from over a hill leading to the hot, deserted savannah. He had been perched on his small, makeshift outpost on an acacia tree when he noticed a cloud of dust far away.

On inspection, a small group of three caravans were being drawn towards his home village. They had come at long last!

Excited residents clambered out of their huts or streamed from their potato fields. They immediately set up their merchant stands around the fireplace and brought crates filled with crops and materials ready to be transported to the rest of Wynn.

You see, the small village of Bremminglar was barely on any map, less than thirty residents lived there and it was in the far corner of the almost inhabitable savannah.

However, it was the largest sort of food in eastern Wynn. Almuj, while a few people grew crops in their houses, depended on them for food.

And that was certainly not all.

We in Bremminglar were also great craftsmen. Remember those stalls in Almuj selling unbelievably expensive yet interesting and beautiful trinkets?

Bremminglar traded specially designed, ceremonial armour made from ocelot hide. This was traded for many, seemingly invaluable objects. But these made Almuj prosper.

Beacons were lit to bring welcoming warmth to Bremminglar. The merchants rolled into the village on their wagons just as the last crates were being set out. Food was being prepared in the guest dining house and more was being prepared for the residents themselves at the fireplace.

The head villager of the caravan came out of his wagon and strode towards the Chief. The Chief, as he always did, was clad in the ceremonial Tribal Armour, which was covered in wolf fangs and made out of ocelot hide.

“Welcome to our humble village once again! What have you brought this time?”

The villager said, “Plenty of emeralds, tools, materials and more! How are the potatoes?”

“We had a good year, even with the drought in Almuj. Of course, the same price as usually per potato. Let the trading begin!”

With that, the twenty-three villagers and the three caravans full of merchants cheered and dashed excitedly towards each other.

The farmers immediately went to the potato merchants and talked about the year’s events – the drought being one of them.

Other merchants went to the cooks and bartered meats and other items for parts of the local animals.

The head villager looked around Bremminglar, surveying the events. Then he too joined in, making sure bargains went as planned for both his merchants and the people of Bremminglar.

The boy who had run from the hill was still waiting by the wagons. He was waiting for someone he had known from every time the caravans arrived.

An old man carrying a staff leant out of the wagon. He threw the staff to the boy and carefully clambered down the steps of the wagon. The boy gave him the staff back and the man leant on it as he trudged towards the village.

The boy said, “Wedyf, what stories will you tell us this time? I’ve been waiting for more about the Corruption since you told us about the emerald mines.”

The old man, Wedyf, replied, “I’ll tell you at the fire later. Right now, I have to bring the herbs to the cooks.”

The boy mumbled, “Fine, then”, and ran back into the village.

A girl, a few years younger than the boy ran to him and said, “Tim, what did Wedyf say?”

“Ella, you know what he said. Every time he comes, he always tells us to wait until we gather at the fire.”

“I guess the wizard likes drama more than many… speaking of which, when did he say that he would teach you magic?”

“Last time he told me that was going to be after my sixteenth birthday. Ironic, that’s going to be next week, after he leaves here and goes back to Almuj. Maybe that would be a good time to leave Bremminglar for adventuring anyway.”

“Have you told anyone else yet? And you do realise how dangerous the wilds are?”

“No, I haven’t told anyone. Still, I wouldn’t be surprised if Wedyf told the Chief and maybe my parents. And yes, I know the dangers. But then again, I know the savannah very well and after I leave the savannah behind, I will know enough spells to blast a Corrupted army to pieces.”

“And how are you going to practise that in the centre of Almuj? Blow up the side of the bank so you can find out what emeralds taste like?”

Tim sighed.

“Maybe Wedyf will take me out into the desert to practise spells like that.”

“See you later! I have some chores to do… and homework. Of all the days to do homework…”

With that, Ella ran into her family’s hut.

Tim spent the next few hours watching the traders. While most of the farming trades weren’t interesting, as he had grown up on a farm all his life, he found that some items of interest were being sold to the Chief. He watched as the Chief thanked a merchant who handed him a bottle.

Tim immediately recognised it as Nemract Whiskey, which the Chief saved for the adults on special occasions. The Chief picked up a large crate and hauled it into his house and prepared for the next trade.

Hours later, the trading stopped and everyone gathered around the fire for a celebration. Tim and Ella sat at the front so they could see Wedyf tell his stories.

The Chief had passed around a few bottles of the Nemract Whiskey. The only adult not drinking from them was Wedyf, who had explained in the past that alcohol dulled the senses and changed the drinker’s judgement, thus making casting spells difficult.

Meat from the merchants was served with a variety of strange herbs Wedyf had gathered from various locations or merchants when he wasn’t studying texts in his house in Almuj.

Minutes later, the talking died down and the Chief stood in front of the fire.

“I thank you all, fine merchants, for coming here. The Head Merchant has given gratitude for our hospitality here in Bremminglar. We have had an incredible day here but tomorrow, the merchants must sadly leave. But now, we must hear from Wedyf many tales and wisdom.”

Wedyf stood up and bowed as he was applauded by both the merchants and the people of Bremminglar.

“I also thank you all for your great hospitality. I could spend days talking about this proud village but we do not have days. Instead I will tell you some tales. But first, I have some interesting information.”

“In Nemract, just two months ago, a great ship made from wood not found in Wynn docked at the port. Many crates were loaded onto it in the next month to come. Yes, this ship was from Llevigar in Gavel. A few representatives of Llevigar made their way to Ragni. There, the King greeted them and they discussed… well, nobody knows what happened there. At the end of the month, the representatives boarded the ship again and left for Llevigar again. I expect that messengers may come any day now from the King himself to inform us of this meeting, if anything important was changed at all. Anyway, onto the stories.”

“While I can’t say that this year was extremely eventful, some interesting events have happened. I’m working with some interesting villagers who are studying the Wynn Province. They have found my help useful and are always rewarding me with interesting objects. One was a map which they had never been able to decipher. After studying it awhile, I found that the map did not describe anything about what it was showing. A note on the map showed a riddle, which was hard to solve. The riddle said:

“From the towers of nine,

Follow the signs to the fort of mine.

Unlock the mountains, follow the path,

But touch not the stone for fear of our wrath.”

“For days I looked at the map. It was not showing all of Wynn but just a small area. I knew I was missing something. And I was right. The next day, the villagers told me that they had found something. That something was a stone tablet of a language we cannot understand here in Wynn or in Gavel. I knew what it was, though I didn’t know what it said. The language was of Dern.”

The crowd gasped. Everyone knew that Dern was evil, though they knew nothing else.

“The next day, I departed for Detlas. There, I was shown a private collection of ancient scripts. Many, I could not understand. Nor did anyone. But in the end, I found a script mentioning an ancient tablet said to show something. Four provinces had combined to create it: Wynn, Gavel, Dern and Fruma. This had happened after a war between all of the provinces. Yes, even Gavel and Fruma were our enemies then, according to those scripts. However, it did not say what the tablet was for. Since four provinces had created it, I’m guessing that the piece I found was the only part written in Dernian. I have no idea where the map was taking me. I still have no idea. But I’m certain that it is leading me to either Ragni or Troms, as they are the only fortresses in Wynn. Sadly I still do not understand what the tablet is trying to tell me. Maybe that will become clear once I collect more of the tablets.”

The crowd groaned. They had wanted to know what the tablet meant.

“However, that is not the only tale I have to tell. I did not spend all of my time with the villagers. Different factions throughout Wynn are fighting against each other. War is coming to Wynn. Though, it may not be for a few years. The other tale I have to tell relates to this. Almuj and Detlas have been attacked by many Dernians. The Icy Islands are fighting again. Selchar and the Pirates have been at war for a few months. Troms and Nesaak are now completely cut off by the Corruption. Ragni are often under siege from the pigmen. The people of Nivla are still trying to wipe out the last spider dens. And Nemract has turned the coast into a battlefield against the undead. But none of these are the worst threat.”

“The worst threat is that all of these factions may combine against Wynn and possibly even Gavel. And this almost happened earlier in the year. Detlas became under siege. From the east, the Dernians flew in with their dark dragons and their powerful weapons. The Necromancer’s Army came from Ancient Nemract. And finally, the Pigmen came from the west. Detlas was surrounded by four great armies. I wasn’t in Detlas at the time it was surrounded but when I arrived later, the stones and dirt were covered in bodies from all sides. They are still rebuilding even now. Detlas was caught completely by surprise as all four armies attacked at once. For a while, the armies waited. They had noticed each other. The Pigmen and the Corrupted started to create a pact. Then they both surged forward.”

“The Pigmen fell upon Detlas first, thanks to their great speed. The Gates had been closed long before and archers felled many of their numbers. But they can resist pain and exhaustion for a long time and started to break down the door with their strength. The Corruption themselves brought blazes which easily broke their gate down. The Dernian Army teleported over and opened the gates and even started to blow holes in the walls. Nowhere in Detlas was safe. Everyone except the army hid wherever they could but many were still found. The Necromancer’s Army did not try to enter but instead he used his soldiers as sentries.”

“But something went wrong for him and his sentries had fallen, one by one. That was when I arrived. Yes, I was the one who destroyed them with my spells. At least, the ones on the west side. Just as all hope was lost, the Armies of Ragni and Nivla marched into the city and drove back the undead. Meanwhile, the Army of Nemract, with my help, completely vanquished the Necromancer, though he is still alive somewhere. The Corruption and the Dernian Army soon retreated. The Pigmen stayed but were completely wiped out.”

“Detlas’ Army was filled completely by the other cities, as they had lost so many of their people. Some parts of the wall are still broken. The damage has cost their city a great deal of money too! But no attack on that scale will happen again, as those armies found out. For Wynn always holds strong, no matter what the evil.”

The crowd gave Wedyf a round of applause as he sat down again. The people of Bremminglar and the merchants continued to talk for a while. After an hour, they went to wherever they would sleep that night.

Tim was filled with thoughts of the war and the tablet. Could Wynn become the battleground of yet another war? What was this ancient tablet hiding?

He knew he would probably never find out the answers.

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That chapter was a bit more than 7 pages... well gg.

Where was that first one? As for the second one, le is the same as saying '£' or '$'. Of course, in this case it is after the number but still.

 

that was dialouge though,

 

Drunk is actually correct, though thank you for pointing out the sentence! I found out that I spelt paid wrong.

 

typical robo watch not working

 

7 page chapter 2op5u.

 

So I'm the main character? I love this already

 

It was based off the original endgame armour skins. Well, at least half of the endgame armour and the other two armour pieces I had.

 

Get ready for the most horrifying chapter I have ever wrote. If you feel sick or anything, don't read any more. I mean it.

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Chapter Two: Awakening Magic

The next day, the merchants climbed back into their caravans once everyone had woken. Tim and Ella went over to Wedyf.

Tim said, “So just next week?”

Wedyf replied, “Yes, next week. I’ve already told the Chief, who will tell the village soon after. Do you still feel ready?”

“Yes. I might not be good at magic in the end, but who knows?”

“Then I will be delighted to train you. I’m not sure what I will train you in yet but I will find something. Good luck!”

They said farewell and the caravans departed for Almuj again.

Tim and Ella watched them go into the distance through the savannah.

Ella said, “I wonder what is beyond this savannah. I’ve heard that there are wonders beyond belief.”

Tim said, “The places out there are more dangerous than the savannah. I heard that the areas around Nesaak and Troms are incredibly dangerous.”

The next few days were normal: the village went to work and started planting new crops, hunting ocelots and everyday life happened all the time.

However, Tim couldn’t shake the idea of the riddle off his mind.

“From the towers of nine… that has to be wherever they found that tablet,” he mumbled, “The fort it means is either Ragni or Troms… but how do you unlock a mountain? I’m guessing that means a door into the mountain… and then you follow a path through. But what is the stone? Another tablet? And what guards it? Urgh, I’m talking to myself again…”

And then it happened.

On the night before Wedyf would arrive to bring Tim to Almuj, the people of Bremminglar were talking about his training. Tim himself wasn’t able to sleep with all of the excitement.

Then Tim heard a noise.

It was a shuffle, as if many ‘somethings’ were making their way into Bremminglar.

Silently, he reached to a shelf and grabbed a hunting knife. He smiled. Maybe he would become an assassin.

There was more shuffling. Was a pack of ocelots coming into their village.

He heard the first screams and the sounds of steel clashing on steel.

Bandits.

The ladder up to his house started to creak and a bandit swiftly jumped into his house. The bandit, seeing Tim holding a weapon, grabbed and axe and leapt through the air with surprising speed.

Tim ducked one swipe but stumbled and fell. Another swipe aimed at his chest and he rolled to the side, lifted himself to his feet and stabbed with his knife.

However, the bandit saw the knife coming and grabbed his arm and twisted. Tim screamed as his knife arm made a cracking sound.

He dropped the knife, with clattered to the floor. Tim saw another bandit enter the house and pick up the knife. The bandit holding him hauled him to his feet and dragged him to the centre of the village.

Everything was chaos. People were being dragged into the centre, where over thirty bandits stood guard. More were searching the houses for valuables, then lighting fires and destroying everything else.

A man wearing a helmet made out of a skull, which definitely wasn’t a human skull, walked towards the hostages. Tim realised that he was the leader.

The man said, “Take them to our cave! Make sure none of them escape.”

The bandits bound the wrists behind their backs and hauled them up the hill. Tim couldn’t see where they were going.

Further along the hill, he could see a farm. It seemed abandoned, yet crops were still clearly being freshly grown, yet out of sight from anyone below.

Hidden behind rocks was the entrance to a seemingly large cave. And after entering, Tim could clearly see it was.

Carved out of solid sandstone and rocks, there was a gigantic cave. It was clearly still being created and wooden structures held up the ceiling above. Below, there were some strange ruins.

But Tim wasn’t looking at these. Instead, he was looking at the lions.

Lions were doing as they pleased, not even minding the bandits. But when the hostages were brought nearer, they growled in their direction.

They were led across a creaking wooden bridge spanning the gigantic gap where the cavern below lay. They walked down a path leading to the centre.

Once in the centre, the bandit leader said, “This is as far as you go. Now your fate is no longer in my hands. Lions! Kill them!”

On his command, the lions around them ran straight towards them. Terrified citizens, hands still tied behind their backs, tried to run. Many tripped, fell and were torn apart.

Tim said to Ella, “We have to stay together. If we have to die, I’m going to kill their leader at least.”

More lions started climbing down from the path above. Tim realised that he had to act fast.

Seeing a torch on the nearby wall, he and Ella burnt their ropes. Tim grabbed a wooden pole on the ground next to him and said, “Those crates over there would be good for hiding in. Hide! I’ll distract them. Maybe the bandits will take you outside to collect their crops.”

Ella replied, “No! You can’t fight them!”

But it was too late. Tim had already charged into the slaughter.

Instead of hiding in the crate, she checked through them for anything she could use. Eventually, she found a bow and a quiver, as well as a hunting knife. Wait, was that bow her father’s? And that hunting knife belonged to Tim’s father. These must have been left here while the bandits watched the lions eat them.

Finding a sheath and belt for the knife, she tied it around her waist. She then ducked behind a crate to watch the battle below. Pulling an arrow from her quiver, she notched it to her bow.

Meanwhile, Tim charged towards the leader. Brandishing a sword, the leader swung his sword at Tim, who dived and tried to knock the bandit over. The bandit kicked him in the face and Tim missed; he couldn’t fight with his unbroken left arm.

The bandit held the sword to Tim’s neck. Looking for a way to escape, Tim suddenly saw his parents dead on the ground next to him. He knew he couldn’t join them.

Ella shot the bow towards the bandit. She didn’t have a good aim but he was momentarily distracted.

Time slowed down. Tim knew he had barely a second left.

Thinking fast, he knew there was nothing he could do. The stick could barely hurt the bandit, let alone kill him.

Anger bubbled inside Tim as he the bandit shouted orders. A dozen bandits made their way towards Ella.

Not realising what he was doing at all, Tim raised his stick in the air and screamed.

The stick was suddenly lit up with dozens of runes. A flame lit at the end.

The flame grew into a large ball. The ball hurtled from his stick and hit one of the supports.

The bandit leader gazed upwards as a large chunk of rock fell down. Tim dived out of the way as the bandit was crushed.

More rocks fell in front of Ella, who ducked out of the way just in time as the bandits around her fell.

Tim’s anger continued in the form of fire. The fire burning on the wall then exploded. More supports started falling and cavern begun to collapse.

Tim, snapping out of his trance, ran to Ella and said, “Let’s go! We have to go now.”

Bewildered, Ella nodded and started running.

They ran together along the path. Boulders flying around them, they had to be alert all the time. Finally, they made it to the bridge.

As they stepped onto the bridge, the edge of the bridge exploded behind them. They saw that the other side had also collapsed, leaving them stranded.

The bridge began creaking and groaning. Wood splintered as the bridge started falling. But Tim had not given up.

Grabbing Ella’s hand, He aimed his stick towards the exit. They started to feel slightly sick and dizzy. Suddenly, they heard a strange sound. The world shifted around them.

And suddenly they were outside. It was now dawn.

Behind them, they heard a cracking sound. The cave entrance collapsed.

Then the entire mountain before them started to fall into the cave. Nobody would be left alive.

Tim suddenly began feeling exhaustion. Closing his eyes, he tumbled to the ground.

Ella shouted, “Tim! Can you hear me? What’s happening? TIM!”

Darkness surrounded Tim and he lost consciousness.

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Was that too gruesome? Because the story hasn't even become dark yet.

 

M8 that wasn't gruesome but it was epic.