Lore/Story The Three Legends (and A Mage)

Four friends, four classes, and one colossal adventure... What could possibly go wrong?

Foreword: This, in no way, shape, or form, is meant to insult mages. My friends and I just all are really bad when trying to play as them, and... it doesn't work.

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So, a few friends and I are going to make new characters (one from each class) and do everything from scratch. Grinding, quests, absolutely everything. However, while choosing classes, I realized that I made a predictable mistake by choosing last.

I was stuck with Mage. I am by no means a good Mage or even a decent mage.

One catch to this whole ordeal; If one of us isn't on, nobody goes further and we use our other characters. We stay as a group (excluding deaths) and we can't grind separately.

We've got four projected roles:
Warrior - Full-on tank skill point build (callibbers/Jake)
Archer - Full-on damage skill point build (IceNinjaCreeper)
Assassin - Somewhat balanced build with high dexterity (Platymemo)
Mage - Defense, Intelligence, and a whole lot of teleporting (Exvhius)


So, after the Gavel update, my friends and I will set off, and I will randomly overglorify our adventures!
...and I will be on the receiving end of many jokes.


We don't really have a schedule, but just about every time we make decent progress, I'll add more stuff.

All of this being from my perspective...

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The Tale of The Three Legends... and a Mage

-Prologue-

"Exvhius! You're late! The wagon's leaving!"
What day is it? What time is it? Is this a joke? I thought I was supposed to head off to the academy on Sunday!
"I thought that was tomorrow!"
"No, it's today, and you need to leave now! I have some money for the wagon driver, hurry up!"

I should know better by now than to make my mom angry.

...
I spent too much time reading about a few prodigies last night. Rookies like me, but people I can look up to. One's a warrior who runs bravely into battle, another an archer who seldom misses his mark, and the third an assassin who I would never dare anger. I hear praise about them from every tavern (even though I shouldn't be in them). When I saw that they were going into the Ragni Academy, I begged my parents to let me enlist; I had a chance to meet these rising stars.
Maybe I could be like them; learn to use a blade and cut down my foes around me. Even a bow would be cool! I mean, many archers hurl bomb arrows to clean a path for their comrades. I've heard so many amazing things, yet I've never learned to fight...
When my mom finally caved, all that changed. I was to enlist and embark on a journey. I would be assigned a weapon based on what the people in the wagon ask of me. I wondered what I would become...

...
As I run out to meet the wagon, its drivers aren't thrilled.
"You... we were waiting for a DEMON?!"
I look down at my black and red robe... my wings... my tail.
"I... No. Dragon. Kind of."
"Okay kid, look, just get on so we can get moving. Once we get closer to Wynn, we'll test you. I hope we're not bringing a demon to the King..."
"I don't mean to kill anyone, sir."
"Keep your trap shut. You've caused us enough grief already."
I swallow hard. This may have been a mistake.

...
Minutes turn to hours as the path begins to narrow. There's a clearing off to the side, and the driver stops there.
"Okay... you. What's your name?"
"Exvhius. I... I guess you could call me Ex."
"Eh, 'kid' is easier to remember. Alright, kid. Let's see... How do you fare with a spear?"

The driver tosses me a spear, and I can't catch it. It smacks me in the face before forcing me to grab it off the ground. Even then, it was a little too heavy. I couldn't even get it through a wooden board.

"That's... You're not a warrior. Try a bow."
I pick up a bow and a few arrows from the wagon. The driver sets up a target, but I can't even manage to nock an arrow. Once I do, it clumsily flops to the ground.

"It's okay, kid. That's not the end of it. Try the daggers."
I put the bow back and grab a set of daggers. They're light and I'm nimble with them, but whilst trying to run at a dummy, I trip over my tail. One of the daggers cuts into my wings, and I shriek in pain.

"You... I don't know if I should keep going."
"Please... I've always wanted this. Isn't there anything else?" I mumble through grit teeth, desperate.

The driver pauses before laughing.
"Kid, if you really want this that badly, there's one more thing..."
"I beg of you... I want to help fight the corruption."
He looks at me skeptically.
"If... if you insist, there's this. I only ever carry one since almost everyone feels at home with a bow or blade."

He hands me a fancy-looking stick. I look at him, frustrated, as I get back on my feet.
"What's this?"
"Just point it at the wooden board."

I do so. It catches on fire.
"Wh... what is this?"
"Kid, I can't believe you want to become a mage."
"If it gets me into the Academy, I'll go with it."

Without saying another word, he cleans up my mess and returns to the driver's seat of the wagon.
"You're either brave or crazy..."

The rest of the trip was silent. I knew it would take a few hours, so I dozed off.
...
(Later)
The harsh sound of wood cracking startles me. I'm flung onto the side of the wagon...

-End of Prologue-

 

Interesting lore so far... I like how you are using your experiences ingame to create it.

 

Glad to hear! The first few chapters might be slow since my friends and I are taking time to get used to the elements (and the rest of the update, for that matter), but after that, I should be consistent to some degree.
My friends' characters may be tough to develop since they're so similar, but I'll run with this as long as I can.
(You have no idea how many mage jokes I've heard already)

 

Im just.... Amazed

ME WANT MOAR

 

-1.1-

"What happened, exactly?" I moan, rubbing my eyes.
"Ah, kid. I'm in a pinch, now. I was gonna stop here, but something- or someone, smashed the wheel. We're at the border, your stop. You haf'ta make it from here."
I look for my stick, or as he called it, a wand.
"How far to Ragni?"
"Not horribly far. It's a decent walk, as long as you don't fall down the canyon."
"That sounds manageable. Thanks, and here..."
He counts out the emeralds in the small bag I toss him.
"Kid, you're over. Here, hold on to at least this."

With three emeralds, I start towards Ragni.

--Meanwhile...--
"I can't believe you attacked that golem! What where you thinking?!"
"I didn't know it'd hit that hard!"
"You two need to cut it. If the Academy hears of this, we're all in trouble."
"But... he-"
"I know what he did. It won't matter."

An arrow flies in front of the warrior, making him reel back.
"The hell do you think you're doing?"
"I just wanted to-"
"We're done with your antics. You can't just take everything to the face."
"Fine..."

The warrior, assassin, and archer continue down their path, several wagons passing them as they walk. After a few hours, they come at a crossroads; one they know leads to Ragni, the other is a separate wagon path.

"What's that?"
"I don't know. It looks... confused."
"It looks like a demon. Come on, if we kill it, we've already got a trophy to show the King!"
"Wait, come on. It's not holding a weapon. It's got a stick."
"An unarmed demon just increases our odds!"
"My arrows won't be heading its way."
"Come on, Icey. One shot."
"No, Platy."

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I see two people run at me. I turn to them, confused. One has a spear, and the other has daggers.

Did I do something? Who are they?
"RAAAAAAAAHHH!" The Warrior leaps at me, narrowly missing my wing as I sidestep.
"Wait, who are- gnnh" The Assassin trips me with one dagger and cuts deep through my robe with the other.
"I... don't..." Everything starts to fade, everything from my chest down cold with a warmth creeping across my body.
The Warrior beats me in the side of the head, knocking me out.

...
"That's not a stick. And..."
"What?"
"He's not a demon."
"But he's not human. He has wings and a tail... and claws..."
"Sound like any other rare creature?"
"We killed a dragon? Even better!" The Warrior and Assassin grin, pleased with their work.
"NOT MY POINT! Look at what he's carrying, dimwit!"
"A stick, three emeralds, and..."
"A pass into the Academy."

The three fall silent.
...
I feel something on my chest. I can't move, can't open my eyes.
"Hang in there."
I can't talk.
"Come on. You can heal yourself."
My wand's still in my hand.
I pitifully twitch my wrist, trying to remember anything I read about mages. Any spell... something. Mend? Blessing?
Heal?
Heal.

I feel my chest go from numb to sore. My eyes peel open, and I feel alive. Alive, but winded. I scramble backwards, sitting up to see my aggressors.

"Sorry, mage. They don't listen to me."
I get to my feet, still backing up.
"One reason I should trust you."
"Easy." The Archer shows me his pass. The Warrior and Assassin follow suit.
"So I'm going to be killed by the time I get to the Academy? How do I get out?"
"You don't. Look, we didn't know who you were; you'll be fine once you get there."
"I'm only trusting you because I have no other choice."
"As long as you tell us your name."
"Exvhius."
"I wish our greetings were on better terms. My name is Icey."
"WHAT. You... are the others Platy and Jake?"
"We have a following in other lands?"
"I can't believe that I'm meeting you. Or that you almost killed me."
"We haven't met a mage in years. Nonetheless... your features suggest you're a dragon of sorts."
"Well... yes. I'm weak, though. My family is full of skilled archers, assassins, and warriors, all with a place in history books. Not me, I've failed every class I've taken."
"Don't be so sure yet. You've got a ways to go. At least you can wield something."
I choose not to risk a response.

Together, reluctant allies, we walk into the wind, into a cave, and finally... into Ragni.

 

will this continue?

 

I think @Exvhius is focusing more on his rp right now (I go on the rp and it is quite active).

 

Due to time zones, the group hasn't been able to meet much. This weekend might lead to an update, but I can't promise anything.

 

ah, yeah time zones suck... why do I live in london WHY!!!