Lore/Story For The Wynn (14)

Spoiler: Bovemist Burglary

‘Hello. You two! Squawk!’ The parrot spoke to the ninja and archer.


‘It can talk?’ Skywalker gasped. The bird cocked her head slightly to one side as if thinking Skywalker was some lunatic.


‘It?’ She called out. ‘Rude. Rude.’


‘Haha.’ Localcolt smiled. ‘This messenger parrot here is Echo. She’s trained personally by Igieoo, one of the friends I met here in Wynn.’ The parrot nodded its head in agreement.


‘Where and when are you leaving?’ Hearolie asked.


‘Tomorrow morning, I’m heading to Maltic.’ Localcolt explained. ‘Igieoo has been recruiting people for our guild. Speaking of which, I need to restock some things at the trade market.’


‘Trade market? What’s that?’ The ninja curiosity peaked.


‘It’s a trading post that is used to trade with other people. The ones in charge there have ender chests that allow them to get things that were stored in it from anywhere in the world.’


‘Woah, that sounds… very strange.’ Hearolie wondered, he didn’t have a single clue what Localcolt was talking about.


‘These ender chests are the ones you see in the bank as well. Say if I store my bow in an ender chest in Detlas, I can still get the same bow from an ender chest in Ragni.’


‘That sounds really cool.’ Hearolie commented. ‘How we have not visited a bank before?’


‘Wait what…’ Localcolt’s jaw dropped.


‘Forget what I said, you...’


Skywalker immediately stopped him. ‘We always just stored our stuff in the inn’s chests and threw away stuff that we don’t need.’


Localcolt laughed so hard that he felt a cramp in his thorax. ‘Oh sorry, sorry…’ He giggled uncontrollably. ‘It’s just that, everyone knows it’s best to store things in the ender chest for safety, the items you store can only be accessed by you, and you alone. You can also sell them at the trade market or at the blacksmiths, who buys them for emeralds or scrap, or you can ask them to repair crafted items with scrap.’


Skywalker and Localcolt eyed each other dumbfoundedly as Localcolt teleported ahead, practising his new spell while finding chests. They passed by some ruins as they opened another loot chest along the road. The road was relatively clear, the monsters were nothing they couldn’t handle.

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‘Guilds…’ Hearolie thought out loud. Localcolt turned with a confused expression on his face after killing another monster. ‘What about it?’


‘How do you want to rule it?’ The archer asked, sniping another undead who was way out of their way.


‘I wouldn’t say “rule”.’ Localcolt thought for a moment. ‘I want it to be a group where anyone from any background can join, and that everyone can take part in decision making. Equal and fair.’


‘Why?’ Hearolie countered. ‘This is way too time-consuming when it comes to urgent matters.’


‘Yeah… but…’ Unable to think of a counter, he asked the archer a question instead. ‘If you were to have a guild, what would your type of leadership be like?’


‘I would rather impose a “Rule of one”.’ Hearolie gleamed with pride as if he already were a guild leader. ‘Me being at the top, that goes without saying. So that there will always be no communication error and no confusion will occur even with the minuscule of assignments; everyone will be rewarded and punished accordingly.’


‘I see…’ Localcolt was unsure how to respond to that, it was something completely the opposite of what he brought up. He asked the ninja instead. ‘What will you do if you're a guild leader?’


‘Leader?’ He twirled his fingers nervously. ‘I’m no good at being a leader. I ain’t someone to be looked up to. No one would even notice my presence...’


‘Nonsense. You’re too modest.’ The mage laughed as he drank a potion. ‘I’ll open the chests for around the next nine minutes.’


Hearolie wondered what he had drunk to make him say that. Skywalker didn’t hesitate to ask, ‘what’s that potion?’


‘A rather simple potion that increases loot bonus, meaning increasing the quantity of the items in a chest to be found.’ Localcolt explained.


‘Cool! Can I take a look?’ Skywalker asked. He regretted opening his big mouth after sniffing the bottle. Instantly, he felt his breakfast crawling up from his stomach, wanting to escape.


He felt the smell had numbed his scenes to the point he felt his grip loosen. The emptied bottle crashed into millions of pieces. He screamed. ‘What is that?’


‘Just a Lucky Spider Egg, uncommon drop from the Nivla Woods’ Forest Spiders and Nesting Spiders.’


Skywalker had had it, he puked at the side of the road. He couldn’t believe that the thought of drinking one had appeared in his mind. He heard the familiar roaring laughter of the archer. ‘Another thing for him to make fun of me.’ He thought to himself as he cleaned his mouth. ‘How can he eat that...’


They had opened more chests until they reached yet another ruin, one that looks like a watchtower in Nivla Woods. Its interior was exposed to the outsiders as part of the walls had been blasted away. The debris surrounding the tower seems to have originated from the now missing sections. ‘I’ll climb up and take a look at the tower’s top.’ Skywalker said.



‘Couldn’t we just Teleport or use Escape?’ Localcolt asked.


‘Hey, it’s my turn to do some manual work. You’ve been teleporting around the ruins to find loot chests long enough. Take a rest. The potion should have worn off by now.’


Skywalker tugged on the tower’s vines. ‘Seems strong enough…’ Carefully, he inched towards the leaves and vines. Taking a deep breath, he held on tightly and attempted to lift himself up. The others watched him and were ready to catch him in case he fell. Slowly but surely, he made his way around the tower’s exterior, higher and higher. He dared not look down, remembering that he had fallen in the sewer waters when he parkoured and looked down to check his progress against his better judgement. A groan from a nearby zombie distracted him and he lost his footing. Without a moment to lose and by sheer luck, he managed to grab onto a sturdy brick that was next to him. He could hear the dark wizard’s shocked gasp as he heard the archer asking him a question.


‘No, I’m fine.’ Skywalker replied. Slowly scaling himself back to the greenery, he let out a deep breath and pressed on. Before he knew it, he was at the top. He climbed over the stone wall and saw how little flooring there was left, at most he had a meter wide to stand. He leaned against the remaining stone bricks, balancing himself on the wooden floorboard; the sound of creaking and cracking floorboards underneath him sent shivers up his spine. He could feel the floorboard ready to give way at any moment. There was indeed a chest, just right beyond his reach. Heedfully, he strode over gently to the chest. With a deep breath, he opened the lid and took the contents inside. He let out a breath of relief as he let the lid closed on his own, relaxing too soon. The lid slammed into the chest as it disappeared, a loud crack could be heard under his feet. The ninja mentally cursed himself and was about to climb over the stone wall to begin his descent when a familiar yet strange weapon caught his eye. It was a bludgeon.



‘Could this be?’ The floor finally gave way as he felt his entire body starting to fall. Right before that however, he grabbed the bludgeon as he crashed onto the floor below. Before he saw darkness, he could hear his name being yelled from below.

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‘Is the lad fine? When will he wake up?’


‘The potion should help.’


Skywalker slowly opened his eyes. The noise surrounding him began to sound clearer and more coherent. ‘He’s waking up!’


Skywalker looked around and found out that he was lying on a bed in some barn, as evident with a cow mooing somewhere near them. A farmer was looking at him wearily as Localcolt helped him.


‘Who… Who are you?’ He asked.


‘I am Bylvis, though most call me Farmer Bylvis as if that was my first name.’ He chuckled at what he had said but quickly grew serious. ‘You alright, lad? Nothing broken? Do I need to go look for a doctor?’




‘No, no…’ Skywalker shook his head. ‘I’ll be alright.’ He felt his abdomen tense up with pain. He wondered if it was from the fall or Herobrine’s inhumanly powerful kick. He looked around to see the bludgeon still in his hand, his grip didn’t seem to have loosened one bit ever since the fall.


‘For someone unconscious, you are unbelievably strong.’ Localcolt added. ‘This whole time, from when we dragged you down from the rubble to carrying you for an hour or so and finding this ranch. You never let go of it. Your hands are made of steel. We couldn’t even pry open a single finger.’


The farmer added. ‘That's some amazing blacksmith skills. I have never seen such a well hand-crafted weapon.’


Skywalker looked at the weapon he was grabbing onto and released his grip. He could have sworn something was off because it took a slight delay for him to be able to let go of it, barely noticeable but he was sure it was there. The weapon crashed onto the wooden floor with a loud thud.


‘An injury of my nerves? This weapon? Herobrine?’ The ninja’s mind was racing. ‘What’s going on?’


‘Well.. anyways. You’ve woken up. Can you walk?’ Localcolt’s face is filled with worry.


‘I think I can.’ Skywalker slowly got up, holding onto the bed for support.


Hearolie had entered the room, back from guarding the farm. ‘I swear. The bludgeon is as heavy as you, or maybe even heavier.’


‘Thanks for carrying me, bro.’ Skywalker smiled with gratitude. ‘I hope the total weight wasn’t much trouble.’


‘Nonsense, I’m as strong as an ox.’ Hearolie flexed his arms, hiding the fact that his shoulders are aching.


‘Let’s not bother you any longer. Thank you so much for your care and food.’ Localcolt said to the ranch owner. Skywalker gave a deep bow whereas Hearolie just mouthed a ‘thank you’ to him.


They were about to leave when one of the Suburbs Farmer ran inside the room, almost bumping into the archer.


‘Bylvis…’ The villager panted; wiping sweat off his face. ‘Cows… missing… Drale.’


‘Curse that Bovemist.’ The senior immediately leapt into action. He grabbed a nearby hatchet and both farmers ran out of the room.


‘Bovemist?’


‘I only heard of the term, but I never knew what it meant.’ Localcolt shrugged.


‘Let’s follow them and see.’ Hearolie cracked his knuckles. ‘If it’s trouble, I can't wait to meet this Drale and beat him up.’

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The three recruits followed the farmers post-haste, although Skywalker lagged behind a bit. They could hear Framer Bylvis shouting out loud. ‘Huh? Hey! What do you think you're doing down here? This is private property, you know!’ They were just in time to see a bunch of people wearing cow suits opening the last fence gates that contained the cows inside. The Bovemists fled like wild animals when faced with an angry predator, a predator with a hatchet. They hurried back to the hole they made near the wall, leading some cows away before engulfed by the darkness.


‘Stay out of my farm you varmint.’ Farmer Bylvis was as red as a tomato. ‘My tip-top shape cows, stolen again! Now how can I feed the townsfolk on time?’ Several farmers who heard the commotion came to investigate. The once neat basement that housed the cow pens were all open, the hay bales nearby that were used to feed the cows were scattered and overturned. Some of the wood was almost burnt by the torches that were knocked off its holders.


He pulled out a strange machine and looked at its monitor. ‘Luckily, I put a tracker on each of my beautiful cows.’ He twisted a few knobs and pressed a few buttons. ‘Argh, how do we use these Corkus devices again? So complicated...’


A beep could be heard from the small handheld machine. The farmer’s eyes widened. ‘A-hah! They are in the newer part of the Ragni-Detlas Tunnel, heading west.’


‘Don’t worry. We’ll catch them and return the stolen cows.’ Farmer Bylvis was very grateful. He then shouted an order alongside a few farmers, they went to Detlas to report about this thoughtless thievery to the guards.


The three soldiers try to speed up as much as possible, without letting Skywalker trip over or get even more injured than he already is. They could hear the cows mooing ahead of them and picked up a few of the thieves’ conversation. Luckily, because the thieves and cows were so noisy, their own footsteps and breathing were inaudible to the burglars.


‘Etus, these cows are biting my suit. Switch positions with me.’ He let out another cry of pain.


‘Stop complaining, Delny. We’re almost out, out to freedom. Elmis? How are the cows?’ A second voice spoke.


‘They are behaving nicely. Well, relatively. One almost bit off my “tail”.’ The thief named Elmis replied.


‘You three go ahead. I’ll seal off the passage that we dug towards freedom.’


‘Stay safe Drale.’ One of them called out.


Despite not being able to see them due to the tunnel’s natural bends, the three recruits could hear the cows thundering away from the main tunnel, possible to where the thieves said ‘freedom’ was.


Drale was so hasty with sealing the passage that he didn’t notice three pairs of feet were in front of him.


‘Huh? I thought you three went ahead…’ One of them grabbed the ‘cow’ by his collar, forcing him up on his feet.


‘Get up! You coward.’ The archer’s aura was full of intimidation. Drale dared not to speak, maybe he’s one of Detlas’s guards?


‘H… Hi there, Sir.’ Drale stammered. He could feel the archer’s breath breezing through the suit.


‘We’re sending you to prison, so this is goodbye.’ The ninja next to him said, he was a whole head shorter than the archer.


‘I’m just a simple Bovemist, not worth the trouble or attention of the great Detlas armada.’ Drale smiled innocently.


‘Look, we will tell the guards that you surrendered peacefully. Maybe they will give you a lighter sentence, if you tell us where your friends are heading, and return the stolen cattle.’ The dark wizard spoke severely.


‘So they aren’t the guards, maybe this will work then.’ Drale thought to himself. His mind trying to figure out a way to save his skin, that’s when an idea clicked. ‘No, wait. Please! These cows, they were stolen!’


Hearolie tightened his grip even further whereas Localcolt and Skywalker cast a glance at each other.


‘What do you mean?’


‘Those farmers stole those cows, those poor sacred animals.’ Drale hoped that this would gain their sympathy. ‘They're about to turn them into steak! Thus, after hearing such tragic news, we went to this ranch to free those innocent cows from enslavement, as we did in Katoa Ranch!’


‘So? Tell that to the guards as well.’ Hearolie dragged Drale out of the small tunnel.


‘We need to get these cows out of the province. They should be freed!’ Drale continued, struggling to break free. The archer’s grips were so strong, he felt like his wrist bones were about to snap. ‘To what new life awaits them! These cows deserve a better life than being farm animals.’


Not convinced nor deterred, Hearolie began forcing Drale towards the farm's direction. Drale panicked and tried to squirm, Hearolie grunted and simply kicked his leg with such force he felt numb.


Still, Drale tried to find another way to gain their attention. He just needed some leeway to swallow some dry seeds and the ring he made that he had in his pocket. Without any other way, he decided to take a gamble. ‘If you were to help me, maybe I could help you.’


‘You could help me by shutting your mouth up so that I can help you locate your new jail cell.’ Hearolie replied; secretly smiling at his cheeky reply. ‘Good one, me!’


‘I might have information that you will find... interesting.’ Drale said, praying to his cow lord that it will work. ‘Three years ago, we Bovemists and some cows built the Cow Passage, which was meant to be a temporary utopia and inhabited entirely by cows during a "cow revolution". Well, after work was done and we were trying to expand the passage, one of the Bouncer Cows saw… it.’


‘It?’ Skywalker asked. Somehow, he just felt the need to know more. What could it be? He wondered.


‘Ahh… A curious one, he is.’ Drale thought to himself. ‘A peculiar looking scimitar. Metallic curve blade with a basket guard, like a pirate's best weapon.’ Drale recalled. ‘He attempted to take it and suddenly attacked us and some Rebel Cows. The commotion gave away our position and the soldiers who were tracking us swarmed the place. Only half of the cows and Bovemists there managed to escape, the Bouncer Cow destroyed some of the supporting beams and caused a cave in. Luckily, that separated us from those soldiers, no, more like killers… So many of us have died…’


‘Where is this place you speak of?’ Skywalker couldn’t help but ask.


‘The Cow Passage is long, located between Detlas Suburb and Katoa Ranch. Just keep heading west. Although… they covered up most of the Cow Passage to keep its existence a secret and hide what they have done to us Bovemists.’ Drale clenched his fists. ‘From what I heard, they just mined this tunnel parallel to the Cow Passage, so just dig around and you will easily find our old base.’


‘Alright cool story.’ Hearolie said, proceeding to drag the cow back instead. ‘Now let’s go before I decide to disable your knees.’


‘Wait! I still got more, another one… Hear me out!’ Drale pleaded, he remembered how close this bend is to the farm. By then, he will be caught with no chance to escape. ‘They call it “Ruins of Detlas”.’


‘You’re full of crap, Detlas is still standing now.’ The archer snapped and kicked him once more.


Drale braced for the impact and continued. ‘I heard Wynnic archaeologists discussing something about the Detlas before this one. They say they believe to have found more areas of the old Detlas village before the modern city you stand upon was constructed.’


‘Reygina would want to hear this…’ Hearolie thought, ‘she would be overjoyed to know more about this.’


He slightly loosened his grip and pushed Drale to the side of the cave. He took out his bow and aimed directly at his head. ‘You have thirty seconds to explain, no funny business…’


‘I overheard them saying something like “The house with a cooking station right outside of it”. Don’t know what they mean by that, but I guess it's important.’ Drale dared not to move an inch with the tip of the arrow pressing against his neck. He could feel his pulse touching the sharp tip of the arrow.


‘Don’t need to be so cruel…’ The dark wizard said. The archer did not listen, however.

Drale still didn’t know who their names were, but he doubted he would ever know. The cow suit began to feel hot and itchy, especially his back.


‘That’s all I know, I swear!’ Drale squinted his eyes. He could feel the arrow had cut through the fabric and the cold metal pressing against his skin. A moment later, the pain and pressure were gone.


‘How did you walk around the city?’ The dark wizard scanned him.


‘It’s a cow suit…’ The reply came. ‘A Bovemist always wears this, as a symbol of our love to our almighty god. Unless the situation we are in makes wearing these suits a disadvantage, we never take them off.’


‘What is a Bovemist anyway…’ Localcolt asked.


‘The devil Peppered shall curse you all for never hearing the god’s greatness.’ Drale spoke in disgust as if the three recruits were the real criminals here. ‘Salted, the lord of the world has given us much protection against corruption. All cows are his holy descendants, and such animals will not be eaten or slain just to feed the people. Blessed be his diary.’


‘This guy is mad,’ Hearolie giggled. ‘Like a mad cow.’


‘Curse you!’ Drale began chanting something the others can’t understand. ‘Peppered will curse you.’


‘Blah blah blah…’ The archer prepared to force Drale to walk the remaining bend when he suddenly shouted that he had a headache and squirmed on the ground.


‘Argh…’ He gripped his head tightly, with some strength he managed to grab onto the archer’s legs. ‘Please let me take my medicine…’


‘You can take your medicine after you are in the barn… Now let’s go, before I also disable your arms as well.’ Hearolie yanked his foot free from his grasp.


‘No… please.’ Through the suit, he began to sob. ‘It hurts too much. I feel like my bones are on fire.’


‘I think we can let him take his medicine… I mean… What is he going to do?’ Skywalker said.


‘Don’t tell me you trust him…’ Hearolie rolled his eyes, casting an annoyed look at the ninja. That was the moment Drale was waiting for. He immediately fished the dry seeds in his pocket as the archer looked away.


Localcolt kept watch on their prisoner, debating whether he should be trusted or not, his answer came sooner than expected. Localcolt’s eyes widen with shock. ‘Stop him. He’s going to eat those dry seeds and gain speed.’ He sent an attack at Drale whereas Hearolie fired an arrow at where Drale’s head was.


It was too late. The cow suit man just barely dodged both attacks before running away in the opposite direction. Localcolt teleported up ahead but missed his chance to tackle the man, having overestimated his reaction time.


Hearolie cursed as he knew he couldn’t use Escape to catch up, having lagged behind a bit due to the initial shock. Skywalker was right behind him as the two ran as fast as they could. He wasn’t sure where Localcolt would appear after teleporting, so he didn’t dare to shoot forward.


Localcolt had teleported once again in front of the escapee, but Drale had managed to put two rings on his fingers. In an instant, he became even faster than before.


‘These rings I bought from the black market sure are useful...’ He recalled getting these customised rings made with Forest Web that boosts his walk speed in Almuj. ‘Perfect for a getaway.’


Despite his teleportation, Localcolt just couldn’t catch up. Neither could the archer nor ninja. Drale was getting farther and farther away until he made a sharp turn for the passage his cult had made. He knew he won’t have time to fill up the hole, so he hoped his friends would be ready to set sail on their getaway raft. He had found the TNT that was placed earlier at the side of the passage, so they could seal their escape route again, making sure no one would follow them. He ignited the TNT and ran for his life. The first rays of sunlight finally met him as he jumped out of the hole, the explosion roared across the passage.as the cave began to collapse behind him. He rushed ahead to see their cows and disciples on the raft, who were all waiting anxiously for him.


‘There he is!’


‘Quick! Start paddling.’


‘To Cow Utopia!’


‘Indeed. We Bovemists shall free all the cows in the world.’ Drale joined their cheer. The raft slowly bobbed up and down on the waves and left the shoreline. The white and grey sail picked up the wind and took the passengers to wherever their promised land was.

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Localcolt was drained from teleporting so many times, which allowed the others to catch up with him. Hearolie was gritting his teeth, he had changed his mind alright. If he ever caught Drale and the rest of his crew, it wouldn’t be just their arms and legs broken.


The archer led the way but stopped before he skidded to a halt. He cursed under his breath as he saw the ignited TNT ticking down till everything went boom. Without a moment to lose, he turned around and grabbed Skywalker and Localcolt’s writs, quickly dragging them away from the passage.


‘Get down!’ He shouted as he used his arms to shield the two recruits, pressing them onto the floor. The explosion shook the entire tunnel before a massive cave in occurred and sealed the passage, causing a lot of small stones and dust to cover the three soldiers.


When things had finally quieted down, Hearolie got up and shook the dust off himself. ‘And.. they got away…’ He tsked in disappointment. ‘Skywalker, you should have known better. As punishment for the one who aided the fugitive to escape, you shall be the one to do the explaining to the farmers and guards.’ I would have beaten you up if you weren’t a friend of mine…


‘That’s…’ Skywalker protested but knew deep down he was the catalyst of this. ‘... Fair.’


‘Let’s go and tell Farmer Bylvis.’ Localcolt patted the ninja, receiving a sigh in return. ‘We have a lot to tell him…’

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‘What happened? My cows were out of the tracker’s range, so I got worried.’ Farmer Bylvis cried.


‘They got away before we could catch up with them. They blew up their escape route so we weren’t able to follow them.’ Skywalker explained to the guards and the farmers.


‘No…’ Farmer Bylvis sobbed. ‘My cows… My precious cows… Their meat was already so tender, ready to be made for food...’


‘Sorry…’ Skywalker added, looking away in shame. This was truly his fault, but of course he didn’t tell them that. Luckily, Hearolie and Localcolt played along.


‘Oh, what am I going to do…’ Farmer Bylvis dried his tears, he turned to one of the guards. ‘Your leader should just disband and make it illegal to be a Bovemist.’


‘We… get your point.’ One of the guards replied while the other nodded her head out of necessity rather than agreement. ‘We’ll track them down and tell the sea patrols to be on alert.’


‘Thank you. Oh, I wish my wonderful cows weren't stolen…’ Farmer Bylvis pointed to one of the workers present. ‘You there, call the city’s best carpenter. This basement must be fixed so that my amazing cows can be even more spectacular once they return or new, magnificent ones were bred.’ The appointed worker immediately set off to the city. ‘Geez… I did drink quite a few drunkness potions the night I found him, so I thought he was a cow. And now he’s doing this in return.’

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‘Thanks for playing along.’ Skywalker thanked them. ‘I would be in hot water if you didn’t do so.’


‘Well, I doubt that I would want to visit you in prison.’ He looked at the archer. ‘Right? Hearolie?’


The archer didn’t respond, but Skywalker and Localcolt knew his answer. Instead, he changed the subject. ‘Do you need to go to the hospital, for real.’


‘I said I’m fine… You saw me run.’ Skywalker replied.


Localcolt knew they wouldn’t be able to convince him, so he looked at his clock. ‘It’s nighttime now. I don’t think it’s wise to still go look for that strange scimitar at this hour. Too many mobs for my liking by the time we got out then.’


‘Yeah… we got a lot of new stuff to bring back.’ Hearolie added. He wished he had his own backpack, feeling a bit guilty for borrowing his friend's one all the time. She might need this someday as much as I do.


Localcolt helped carry some of the gear as well. ‘Can’t wait to see Reygina translate all these gear for all of us. She’s amazing and talented. Does she like travelling?’


‘Not as much as me? Why ask?’ Skywalker gasped and looked wide-eyed. ‘Wait… Are you?’


Hearolie stopped for a slight moment, also looking at the dark wizard. He wasn’t sure what it was but… he felt… Uneasy? He wasn’t sure what the right word was.


‘Not remotely what I meant!’ Localcolt went on the defensive. ‘I’m just saying if she’s interested, she can come with me to Maltic.’


‘That’s up to her to decide, not us.’ Skywalker said with a slight smirk. ‘You can ask her before you leave.’


Hearolie watched as the two soldiers walked back towards the city’s Western Gate, with him slowly trailing behind. What would Reygina and Krisstal think of this?


‘That reminds me!’ Localcolt snapped his fingers. ‘Let me show you how the bank and ender chests work.’


He led them back to the centre of the city. The familiar crossroads are still filled with people all around the province despite the time of day.



‘It’s so crowded…’ Skywalker said rhetorically.


‘That bank always is in particular.’ Localcolt pointed out. ‘Welcome to Detlas, a city that never sleeps. People just go out and have fun even in the middle of the night. Though with the recent raid, most people tend to hold off all nighttime activities, so that the ones affected and the city itself can recover better for the next few days.’ The redstone and candle lantern posts were lit up or turned on one by one.


‘Oh, so that’s the bank.’ Hearolie pointed to a large building in their southeast direction. It had large signs with an emerald on it, hung overhead with strong wooden supports. The building was decorated with green objects, from green and lime carpets on the floor to a giant green lantern on the topmost part of the structure, a faint green light was emitted from it. He could barely see it, but he was certain there were some rose bushes, grass and moss on the rooftop.



Inside the bank were three floors. Most recruits gathered on the lower level while some businessmen lined up to go to the second floor. However, one of the stalls was relatively empty. Seeing only two golden armoured recruits standing there. ‘That’s a short queue, so why aren’t others lining up there?’ Skywalker thought.


‘The lower level contains only Emerald Merchants who will convert emeralds into blocks and vice versa. Meanwhile, the upper floor houses all the Liquid Emerald Merchants, who will convert blocks into liquid emeralds, same can be done inversely.’ Localcolt explained as the two looked around the busy building. Its warm-coloured lightning brightened the whole building up brightly. Large pieces of expensive art hung over the walls, there was also a large villager portrait inside the building. ‘Top floor is where the conference rooms are. People use them for meetings, trading, discussions, investments…. Those sorts of things that I know nothing about. I heard there’s even a small lounge up there, but only for VIP members.’


‘You already know this, but I’ll explain more a bit.’ Localcolt said. He pointed to one of the citizens taking out a stack of emeralds and handed over to the merchant. ‘Emeralds are the base currency. Emeralds are a common drop from mobs and are found abundantly in all four tiers of loot chests. Other than that, they can also be gained through trading, doing jobs, completing dungeons and lots of other ways...’


The boys saw how the merchant counted the emeralds carefully and nodded. The villager then carried all the emeralds and went to the back. ‘Sixty-four emeralds are equivalent to one emerald block. Therefore, this lady will get an emerald block from the merchant.’ The merchant had now come back with a green block, the size of a fist. The lady thanked the merchant and opened the ender chest to store it.


‘If we went upstairs, we would see liquid emeralds. Liquid emeralds are the highest value of currency due to them created using so many emeralds. One liquid emerald means four thousand and ninety-six emeralds to be exact, you can do the other calculations yourself, I can’t remember the exact figures.’ Localcolt giggled silently. ‘People sell extremely rare or powerful items for them and thus people become quite rich if they know how to do business.’


‘Where was that merchant going actually? If Detlas is a trading hub, it couldn’t have stored the emeralds with just a simple storeroom.’ Skywalker asked.


‘Good observation.’ Localcolt beamed as they lined up to use their ender chests. ‘Below the bank is the Detlas Emerald Vault, where the merchants take or put the emeralds away. It has very tight security, no doubt one of the best in the entire province. Very few bank robbers dare to come here; I mean, you have to deal with the redstone defence mechanisms, Iron Golems, guards, even strong recruits. The people here are very confident in their services. I heard they are purchasing something called observers and cameras from Corkus, not sure what they are though.’


‘Moving on to the last part already, the mysterious ender chests.’ Localcolt pointed to a black box with grey patterns behind the merchant. It had an eye for its lock upon closer inspection, which Skywalker found chilling. ‘Each user has a different “account”, so others can’t take your stuff and you won’t be getting others’.’


‘Very simple basically.’ Localcolt held a potion in his hand and requested to use the ender chest. ‘It sucks the item that the user is holding, and don’t worry, it’s been created to not harm the user and you couldn’t put your hand inside even if you want to, it just feels like a solid wall when you do.’ The villager placed the ender chest on the counter and Localcolt opened it. The potion was absorbed into the chest through a strange looking void.


‘Then to take something out, just concentrate on the item you want in your mind or say the item’s name out loud if you want others to hear it.’ A block of emerald was ejected out of the chest and Localcolt took it.


‘What if we have multiple of the same item but only want to take one of them out?’ The archer asked as they began to leave the bank and head back to the Crossroads Inn.


‘You focus on how many of them you want to take out.’ Localcolt replied, showing them the weight of the block of emerald. ‘Unidentified gear… I don’t see a way around it yet. Which one you get is random I believe. That’s why there’s an entire line just for that. Since it’s random, the user might not get exactly what he wants, and this might cause a long waiting line. The bank decided to open a line only for this scenario, so others won’t have to wait for a long time just to get something specific enough.’


‘For a single block, this seems a bit heavy.’ Skywalker noted.


‘It is relatively, that’s why people usually store their own emeralds in ender chests. Carrying a single block is a bit troubling. Imagine a liquid emerald, that’s even denser than this block.’ Localcolt replied.


Skywalker nodded, wondering if that’s the case for the two golden armoured soldiers. ‘I’d better store my strange steel sword and bludgeon inside, seems safe enough.’

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‘Woof! Woof!’ Reygina opens her eyes and sits up, she sees Wolfred running around happily. Suddenly, she felt a glow of redness and darkness behind her and turned around. Skywalker laid motionless on the ground, spikes protruding throughout his body. He was holding a green sword that she had never seen before, but it looked similar - could it be one of those strange weapons he had been finding? Krisstal was covered from head to toe in blood, her pale body drenched on her pool of blood. She removed her arm and revealed a large wound across her chest, which continues to bleed. Hearolie was vomiting blood nearby, he grabbed his hand and she could see two deep puncture holes. She rushed towards him, but somehow she couldn't reach him. The faster she ran, the further her friends were. It was then she noticed a horrible cry of agony from Wolfred, and she could see corruption began to take control of him. With one last plea of help from the canine, he turned into one of the most hideous monsters she had ever seen, even more so than Farmer Cevalus’s reanimated father. Losing all senses, the monster charged right for her. She screamed and backed up, the whole world crumbled and she began falling into a void of darkness.


She got up in bed and looked outside the window. It was dark and she saw a few recruits, one of them wearing gold armour left the gate. She tried to fall back asleep but couldn’t.



Still in her nightgown, she went to get a robe to prevent herself from getting a cold by the cool breeze outside. She tiptoed across the squeaky floorboards, careful not to wake the snoring warrior who instead of sleeping with her pillow, hugged it as if it were a person. She headed down the stairs and choked on her own laughter. The ninja was sleeping on his stomach while the archer slept sideways, it was so… weird and yet amusing. She noticed an empty bed at the right and wondered where Localcolt went. At the ground floor, she saw the night shift reception reading a book from her seat, giving no notice to her at all.


It was surprising for her, despite being so late at night. They are still shops and places open for service. Ragni was basically dark and quiet after sunset, but Detlas was still running despite nightfall. The lights were only slightly dimmed but enough for passersby to see clearly. The streets were a lot quiet but Reygina can still see people walking around as if it were daytime. Some caravan drivers drove past the streets to deliver goods to the residents and shops, staff began checking the goods and refilling inventory. ‘They really, really like to work. Or maybe emeralds.’ She murmured under her breath.


At the centre, she found Localcolt identifying some of the gear that she presumed where the boys have looted for the whole day. She was going to leave when Localcolt saw her.


‘Reygina?’ He called out her name.


‘Oh… Hi, didn’t see you there.’ Reygina stammered. Her hands found her robe and pulled it tightly around her body.


‘Well. I was going to leave early in the morning, so as a farewell gift, I decided to help identify all the items we found today. You can store any gear you want to keep in the bank with the ender chests or sell them for emeralds and scrap at the blacksmith.’ Localcolt gave some emeralds to the Identifier. The Identifier placed a ring onto an enchantment table and muttered some inaudible incantations. From the table, a stream of green energy arises from the table and into the ring, changing the transparent ring into a shade of golden blonde.


‘I see…’ Reygina thanked Localcolt for helping them with the loot. She smiled slightly, but still kept her distance. ‘Where to?’


‘Maltic, going there to meet my other friends there, the ones I plan to make a guild with.’ Localcolt handed a new wand this time. This time the wand grew a few more leaves, the blue cloth that surrounded the base wrapped around the middle instead, the tip of the wand turned from a Y-shape to a hook. The blue light faded as the Identifier gave the wand back to the Dark Wizard. It was the last item he needed to identify, he packed everything before taking a closer look at the wand.


‘Oh.’ He looked at the new wand and motioned Reygina to come closer. ‘Hey, take a look at this one.’


‘Huh? Okay…’ Reygina was taken aback but recomposed herself. She walked towards Localcolt, her hands never letting go of her robe.


‘You can have this wand, I heard from Hearolie you like learning and studying new things.’


‘Yeah, I do.’ She said quietly.


‘You can have this Ancient Wand.’ Localcolt handed her the wooden wand. ‘It’s really awesome, being able to attack with all five elements with not bad base damage. It will be great for you to learn the effects of elemental strengths and weaknesses.’


Reygina blushed. ‘That’s awesome, but shouldn’t you have it? You’ll be going alone to Maltic.’


‘That’s the thing...’ Localcolt felt his insides heat up a bit. ‘I was wondering if… if you would be interested to go with me to Maltic. I can show you more about the province while we travel to the small coastal town. Poor and agricultural, but I have read about it holding great historic significance.’


Reygina’s face went red as well and couldn’t look at him. She kept her head low without making eye contact. ‘I… I… I need to...’ She couldn’t stop herself from stuttering.


‘Think about it. I know, take your time. I’ll leave at sunrise, so… yeah...’ Localcolt let out a breath, he finally managed to let it out.


‘I’m going back… You?’ Localcolt looked behind to see Reygina slowly inching behind him, head still looking at the ground below.


‘I’ll walk around a bit…’ She thanked him once again for the offer and turned around quickly. ‘Bye.’


‘Did I scare her? Hope not…’ Localcolt wondered. Seeing how quickly the mage is hurrying across the stone brick pavement.

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‘Oh dear, oh dear…’ Reygina murmured to herself. She was still looking at the ground and distracted from what had transpired that she accidentally knocked one of the lantern poles that was outside a store.


‘Sorry, Sir.’ She apologised to who she thought was a man. She turned around to see it was nothing but a lantern post that she had bumped into. ‘Oh…’ She blushed even harder knowing her mistake.


‘Going out with him? Alone?’ She said to herself, twisting her two low ponytails around, unintentionally making knots out of them.


The lone mage is fine with being around her friends, she knows who they are. But a stranger? He’s not a bad person, of that she has no doubt. It’s just that… she doesn't know him at all, and that made her feel awkward and nervous. She knew she had to say something to him if she’s going on this trip, but what if she says something he doesn’t like? Would he feel hurt? She always preferred to have some alone time unless something caught her interest. And the trip sounds very tempting, she imagined what a shame it would be to miss all the fun and exciting lore and history she could have discovered if she sat this one out. Besides, it seems cruel and rude to reject his offer. She wondered how her friends would respond if she were to ask them.


She thought of how Hearolie would respond first. ‘If anyone makes you uncomfortable, he’ll be too dead to regret it.’ Haha, he doesn’t trust anyone.


She wondered what the ninja’s response would be like. ‘I wish I get to go on this trip...’ Easy for the outgoing and extrovert guy to say that.


The imaginary Krisstal spoke to her. ‘You’re my best friend, so don’t get hurt...’


‘What to do… What to do…’ She muttered, to which one of the patrolling guards looked at her curiously. She has been walking around in circles, trying to mentally debate with herself. The first rays of sunlight began to shine through the streets, the redstone and candle lantern posts were one by one put out and switched off by the soldiers.


She knew her time was up and had come to a conclusion finally, and just in time too. A parrot was flying above the sky in circles around the inn, Localcolt was all set and paid for his accommodation bill. He exited the inn and still saw Reygina in her robe and nightgown outside the inn.


‘Wow… How long have you been outside?’ Localcolt chuckled.


‘A few hours…’ She blushed, realising people are leaving their homes, she hurried back to the inn to avoid further embarrassment. She should have done her thinking on her bed.


Before she headed back upstairs, she turned around and bowed lowly. ‘I… I...’ She stopped and mentally slapped herself for stuttering. ‘I’m sorry I can’t go with you.’ She clustered the words. ‘It’s… It’s just that I…’


‘It’s okay. I understand.’ He smiled, he patted her shoulder, which sent shivers down her spine. She knew it was a friendly pat and didn’t feel threatened. ‘Take care of Skywalker by the way, he fell off a tower from top to the second floor. Passed out for a few hours.’


‘You didn’t wake me up to heal him?’ She gasped.


‘He got some rest at a nearby farm and drank some health potions. He said he’s fine, no matter how much we said otherwise, it’s not like we can tie him and drag him to the hospital.’ Localcolt shrugged. ‘He found something as well, a strange bludgeon that he never let go during his coma. Is he very strong?’


Reygina looked on worried, this is just too unusual for her liking. ‘Not as strong as Hearolie, that’s for sure. He never beat him in a hand to hand fight.’


‘Well Hearolie and I couldn’t manage to move even a finger, it’s like his hand is magnetised to the weapon. He let go when he woke up though. What a peculiar crafted weapon...’


‘Where did he put this bludgeon?’ Reygina asked, her mind racing and theorising what the weapon could be. Is it really a crafted weapon, or something else like the steel sword?


‘In the ender chest in the bank. Meaning only he can take it out whenever and wherever he wants.’ Localcolt pointed to the bank. ‘Maybe you girls can convince him to have a checkup later when he wakes up.’


The parrot landed on his shoulder and pecked him. ‘Oww, okay okay. I know.’ Localcolt glared at the parrot. ‘I better get going...’ He stretched out his hand. ‘Good luck to you all. Maybe we’ll see each other again soon.’


‘Oh, yeah.’ She shook it. ‘Thank you. For everything.’


‘Don’t mention it.’ Localcolt waved. The parrot on his shoulder waved its wing as if it were a human.


‘Bye, you too birdie.’ Reygina bid farewell.


‘Goodbye beautiful woman! Squawk.’ The parrot winked at her.


Localcolt could barely contain his laughter when he heard a scream behind him. The mage blushed crimson red, she didn’t think that the parrot could speak, let alone winking like that at her.

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Here we are, at another end. If you have noticed, I have once again fused and made changes in the game’s quests ‘Tunnel Trouble’ and ‘A Confused Farmer’. Similar to Prison Story, I like trying to fuse old and new elements together, making a slightly different yet familiar story. Moreover, we see Skywalker obtaining two strange weapons back to back (this one and next), why did the frequency increase? I don’t know (maybe). More and more do these strange weapons affect Skywalker, from increased healing to now a strong grip even while unconscious? Oh, the mystery. Thank you DoDoAndTheVampire (wattpad account) for their story ‘The Corruption of Wynn’, with their permission, I fused their story with mine. That’s why you read such a massive contrast between my version and the game., which silly me forgot to credit them last chapter as well, how Miner Linton was aided by four soldiers. I made changes to Detlas Bank as well to better represent how much of a trading hub it is, based on my home HK. Realistically, the shops close very late or open 24/7 here, which is an element I added here. Instead of one level, I wrote there are three because it seems to make more sense story-wise, knowing that Detlas is a trading hub and not just players use ender chests. I added that large portrait of a villager because I pictured (pun intended) them as a self-centred race of people (being very greedy and exploiting ways to earn emeralds for themselves), which is something I hinted at when I wrote that the villagers demanded to use the sewers dungeon as a means of income despite the danger to Ragni’s citizens. Messenger Parrot is an idea by Song of War’s messenger birds, if you read their script, you’ll know what I mean. I also debated how large the emeralds and their counterparts should be, no way would any person be able to lift a cubic meter of emerald in real life, right? After some time, I managed to agree on a scale and size that makes sense.


Thank you to every officer, admin, builder and others who created and developed Wynncraft. Do share important information about Wynncraft, such as easter eggs and timelines or even 'wynn'consistencies. As the information will help me improve my story greatly. Thank you once again for reading until the end. I do not own anything except this story. If you are interested, I could add your player characters as characters in my story, just send me your name and a screenshot of your character (with or without gear) in wynncraft, preferably your front, side and back. It would be a bonus if you can list out the names of your gear and mount. Feel free to talk to me about things not related to Wynncraft as well, I would never mind changing topic anyways. Thank you all and may the force be with you. This is an unofficial story made only by myself and everything here is based on either what's currently in the game or my interpretation of what's currently in the game. Hypixel weapons belong to Hypixel. I only own the main characters and this story only.


Other sources:

Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/699806539-for-the-wynn-king's-recruit-part-1

Fanfiction.net: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12951945/1/For-The-Wynn

Archives of our own: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14778395/chapters/42299039

 

This is great, hope we can see more!

 

You will lol. Thank you so much for the support!

 

For the name for adding something in, do we send the character's name?

 

The name you give me will be exactly the one I will use in my story. However there will be some exceptions:
The name would consist 1-3 words at most {first + (middle) + (last)}
The name would not be something over the top or outrageous or a meme (e.g. god of death, ultra instinct shaggy...)

Below is a list I would like you to fill in. Credits: @WithTheFish for making this.

Name: (read the restrictions)
Personality:
Traits:
Equipment/Class: (can be a person with no class)
Role + Allegiance:
Race: (only those already in game)
(Examples: Guard, Merchant, Member of Guild X, Freelancer, Thief, Cultist...)
Do you want your character to live or die?:
Other Notes:

You may msg me and we will further discuss it. Also if you may send your character's skin so I can use for reference. Rmb to credit the original creator!

I will of course credit your character as yours at the end in author notes. And I will do my best to incorporate what you envision as best as I can. Thank you so much for your support @Indestructiball

 

Sounds good.

 

Name:pick whatever you feel is appropriate.
Personality:Kind and likes to help, but has problems with trust and is quite protective.
Traits:Respectful, Honest, unless the truth will get someone hurt.
Equipment:Equibrilium, Katoa's warmth with t2 water and thunder powders, Panorama, Almuj's walker with 2 t2 fire powders and one t2 water, Blossom with 2 T4 air powders. Brown Horse, Vindicator, Morph Topaz, Witherhead's Amulet.
Race:Adventurer, I guess. Travels around looking looking to help out where needed, and is technically a recruit in the army. Due to the level range of the gear most likely near Almuj, Nemract or Selchar.
Life or Death:I mean, life is good, but you can kill the character if you feel the need to.
Notes: Gear can be adjusted to any part of the story.