Lore/Story Wynncraft Vs. Hypixel Skyblock: Prologue

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Prologue - The Other World
“...What do you see?” A man in the armoring of a Superior Dragon asked, holding an Aspect of the Dragons. A woman sat at her small, humble table, staring into an Eye of Summoning.
“Patience, you barbaric warrior,” she scolded, “My divinations are far from instantaneous, and-”
“Yeah, yeah, hurry it up.” the man impatiently held his sword closer to back of her neck, “If you’re this so-called Ender Oracle, then do your job before I gotta go. My party’s gonna do Dungeons in a minute, so hurry it up!”
“(...Truly impulsive, this one…)” the Ender Oracle muttered, gazing into the forbidden knowledge of the Summoning Eye. “...Hmm...”
“Well?” the man began to tap his foot, switching back and forth between his several enchanted swords and bow. “Whatcha get?”
“...According to the Eye,” she reported, “You shall find great wealth if you seek out another world.
“So, how many Coins we talking?” he sheathed his swords, and put them into his Backpack. The Ender Oracle cryptically answered, “Seek out the Province of Wynn, and you shall find more riches than you could ever imagine.”
“You gonna make a portal or ‘som’n for that?” he inquired, “We’ve got whatever crap you need for it if you need something.”
“...It will take an immense quantity of Enchanted Endstone, Enchanted Obsidian, and Summoning Eyes to accomplish,” the Ender Oracle responded, “And several days of careful carving and inscription. You boast that you have the resources necessary for this, do you not?”
“Please, we’ve got the crap you’ll need for it,” the man scoffed, noting to take the spare 50 Million Coins that his Guild had gathered for him, “(...This is prolly gonna cost a lot, but it’ll work out.)”
“...Then, bring those resources to me,” she finished, “And I shall begin my work.”
“Cool,” the man waved to her, and he was warped to the Dungeons lobby before the elder woman could warn him of the consequences.
“(...Some learn of consequences the hard way, I suppose…)” she mused to herself, getting up from the table to go get her tools.

Prologue #2 - The Beginning of Five Soldiers

The sound of the caravan’s horse trotting along the ground, and the creaking of the oiled wheels were the only sounds to accompany the five new soldiers, engulfed in the darkness of the vehicle. The driver occasionally let out a yell, and a whip would crack, but otherwise, there was only silence to the passengers.
CRACK!!!
“Oh, not again...!” the driver groaned, getting off of his horse to open the doors for the soldiers, “I swear to the Gods, whenever I’m delivering a soldier to Ragni...and it’s always this same damned spot, at this exact time of day...! Hey, what were your names?”
“You dumbass, you forgot them already?!”
The driver nervously stepped closer to open the doors when a large, iron wrecking ball blew them open, sending wooden splinters everywhere. The wielder of the demolitioning weapon, an adolescent boy with messy, crimson red hair, burst out of the broken doorway, yanking the chains on his abstract weapon of choice back over his left shoulder. His eyes were a golden yellow, and, given one looked closely at them, there seemed to be faint embers within them.
“Netha!” a girl stepped out of the caravan after the boy, wearing a flowing white mage’s gown. Her silver eyes behind her crystal clear glasses and white, flowing hair instantly drew the hotheaded boy’s attention.
“What do you want, Athen?!” the boy, apparently Netha, rudely questioned. Athen, raising her glasses up with a finger, responded,
“You can’t just blast a door open with your weapon!” she apologetically glanced to the caravan driver, before pulling out her Tome of Winds from beneath her arm to cast an Air Spell. “What if you hurt someone from being reckless?! And this caravan could cost an Emerald Liquid to repair!”
“I’m a Warrior of Flames, if you haven’t noticed,” Netha crossed his arms, scoffing, “If you were such a smartass, you wouldn't've gone on the same caravan as someone who uses Fire magic!”
“This was the only open caravan left.” another boy hopped out of the caravan, sighing. His emerald green hair covered his right eye, and he wore nothing but a pair of black boxers and multiple emerald-forged chains connected to shackles, handcuffs, and even a spiked collar.
“And what would you know about this kinda shit, Mr. ‘Juvenile of the Earth?’” Netha insulted. The boy sighed, correcting him, “My title is the Crystal Assassin, though it’d do us all a fair amount of good if you called me Thane.”
“So, what’re the chains for if you’re not some criminal?” Netha questioned. Thane replied, “I never said I wasn’t a criminal...I simply enjoyed killing the ones which were scummier than me during jail time.”
“Wh-whoa, you WHAT?!” Netha yelled, stepping back a few feet. “What kinda lunatic are you?!”
“I couldn’t tell you if I was a lunatic,” Thane smirked, lowering his voice, “Part of going insane is thinking you’re always right...And I think the deaths I’ve caused are more than justified.”
“Hey, can we do the backstory thing later?” one of the last two passengers jumped out of the caravan, harmlessly landing in a small pool of water. Her cerulean hair was tied back in a ponytail, a Breathing Helmet strapped around her forehead, and her swimming apparel left little to the imagination.
“We’ve got a king to meet or something,” the girl blurted before anyone could get any ideas, “Let’s get going - we have quests to do!”
“Aneth has a point.” Thane pointed out, as said girl prepared to bolt off on her own. Aneth took off running, only to be caught by a strong burst of wind and sent backwards.
“Hey!” Aneth complained, “What the heck was that for?!”
“We’re still waiting on Hante.” Athen muttered, “(I swear, she is the laziest Archer I have ever seen...)”
“Okay, then!” Aneth sprung back into the caravan, and came out seconds later carrying the final soldier on her back. The soldier in question was Hante - a girl with long, purple hair, and a long, purple bathrobe, of all things. She didn’t have a weapon, for whatever reason.
“...Put me down...” Hante muttered, waking up from her long nap, “...Lemme sleep...”
“Some Thunder Archer you are…!” Netha criticized, “You don’t even have a bow!”
Hante ignored the boy, groaning as she was set on her feet by Aneth.

"Geez, you slept like a Zombie in there...!" She commented, "So, can we get going, yet?"​

Athen sighed at the pleading look the Water Shaman gave her, the girl clearly becoming impatient with sitting still.
“You guys should be able to follow the path to Ragni from here,” the caravan driver said, still examining the damages from the caravan ramming into the obstacle. “I’ll see you five later!”
“Good day, sir.” Athen curtsied, and motioned to everyone to follow her. The others quickly said their goodbyes, and they were off to Ragni to meet with the King.

My Five Wynncraft OCs:
Netha, the Raging Fire Warrior
Hante, the Apathetic Thunder Archer
Aneth, the Splashing Water Shaman
Athen, the Quick-Thinking Wind Mage
Ethan, the Crystal-Strong Earth Assassin

I hope someone else can pick up where I've left off on this, because I don't know CRAP about the lore and don't want the saga to become inaccurate to the lore somewhere down the line! Comment below what you think of it, I guess!

 

I noticed that all of the wynncraft names are anagrams of each other.

 

Huh, didn't think anyone would notice.

 

Hante sounds a lot like me lol
And that is generally what Skyblock players are like lol
At least the endgame ones

 

We're all a little like Hante, if only subconsciously.

Thank you! I wanted to make the Hypixel Skyblock side of things as accurate (and mean) as the actual playerbase, and took the liberties of sneaking in bits and pieces of what language and manner of talking the real ones often use.
I would unfortunately be very well-versed with how they speak, having played Hypixel Skyblock for a few months before gladly quitting and never returning again.

 

We are all glad you changed sides.