Lore/Story Four

Four
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The mage, the warrior, the assassin, and the archer. It's a group that is almost as old as time itself.

Table of Contents
Prologue~
Ch. 1~
Ch. 2~
Hallowynn Special~
Ch. 3~​

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Four
Prologue

L

Spoiler: Prologue

"Detlas. The capital of Wynn. Detlas is a trading city, where all sorts of adventurers go to talk, trade, and even duel. It is one of the few cities to have its own liquid emerald merchant, and several item buyers. High above the ground, Detlas houses a magnificent airship." I finished my report with a small bow and marched back to my seat. Teacher Rowan stood, clapping politely.



"Alright class, that's going to finish it off for today." He barked out to all of us. "Tomorrow is the big day, so all of you younguns better remember to bring a sack lunch and wear clothes good for traveling." Marcus stuck his hand in the air, and Rowan frowned. "What?" He sighed.


"Well--well I was just curious, what if we don't want to go?" The class snickered.


"Loser!" they called, and a few kids chucked wads of paper at him. Everyone knew Marcus was afraid of horses. He shook at the thought of riding in a caravan drawn by one of them, even for a short ride like this one would be. Rowan glared down at Marcus.


"You're going, like it or not." He instructed, and Marcus sniffled. "Now! You chillens best be gettin home!" Rowan opened the door of the muggy room and the children streamed out like a river exploding downstream. I waited for the ruckus to clear a bit, then headed home.



"Hey sweety." My mom sang as she waved to me from the wheat field. Opening the fence, I went around the tall crops to go say hi. Dogs barked from the nearby houses, and the sun was high in the sky as I ran up to her. "So tomorrow is the day?" She asked. I nodded furiously. My dad, a few rows over, shouldered his way through the crops over to us and tousled my thick hair. I grinned. Life in Maltic was boring, but it could be sweet sometimes. But tomorrow, everything could change.

A

Spoiler: Prologue

I shivered, rearranging my shoulder pads as I glanced around the arena. The stands were packed, the bright lights of glowstone shown down, and the noise was as if one thousand lions had all stepped on thumbtacks. As in, loud. Glaring at my opponents, I skated up to the line. Pigball was a dangerous sport. The rules were simple: No rules. All you had to do was get the pig into the opponent's goal, using whatever means available. I quickly glanced at the stands, looking for my parents, when I remembered I wouldn't find them. They had waited months to get a chance with Rob Fjord, and now that the witch was back in town, they couldn't miss the meeting for anything, even the Pigball championships. Personally, I never trusted Fjord. Rumors ran rampant through the town, and people would speak in hushed voices about the strange character. Some said the witch used to coach one of the best pigball teams around. For many years he did an amazing job and the team was quite famous. However, just a few years ago for a mysterious reason never revealed to the public, the team was disbanded and Fjord was never hired again.



I shook these thoughts out of my mind. I needed to get my head in the game. The referee was about to begin the countdown, and I couldn't afford to waste a single moment. Putting on my best "warface," I snarled at my opponents and readied myself.

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"GO!" The sound of the arrow pierced the air to signify the beginning of the match. I shot forward, lunging for the pig. Swooping it up, I began skating as fast as possible towards the tree-shaped net. The people in the stands screamed as I swerved around one of my opponents, then another. With every move, the net seemed to get farther away, and I realized I may have used too much of my energy up in the first sprint. But no matter, I would have to manage. I spotted my teammate lining of for a shot, so I faked a left-slide and instead sent it to the right, fooling the goalman and scoring myself an assist. The score was 1-0. I skated over to one of my opponents, lining myself up for an interception. Suddenly, the girl I was covering let out a piercing scream. When I turned to look at her, she grinned as one of her teammates came from behind and rammed into me. My vision clouded, and I felt very cold, even for an ice rink. As I fell backwards, the only thing I could think of was how they had used the oldest trick in the book. And I had fallen for it. Literally.

J

Spoiler: Prologue

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S

Spoiler: Prologue

You know what my least favorite day is? Mail day. Once a week, the mail cart would drive up to our house carrying letters upon letters, which were then unloaded into piles onto our front porch. My father would then go collect them all, often taking multiple trips to lug them up to his spacious study (Despite me offering to help him). He would then proceed to lock himself in his office until he had filed all his contracts and other boring things like that. On most days, he would take me into town and we would waste hours just wandering around, looking at armor and listening to stories and eating fine delicacies from all over Gavel. But on mail day when I caught a glance of my father, I wasn't seeing my dad. I was seeing a member of the King's court, a completely different person. A person who had no time for taking scenic tours around the Guild Hall. A person who couldn't even spare a minute to recreate Siegfried's battle against the horde of trolls that had once overtaken Llevegar. And that wasn't the person I knew. However, this mail day I had a plan. I awoke with the calls of the beautiful birds who roamed the city gardens, sneaking into the kitchen to grab a cooking knife and a bit of tomatoes before tip-toeing outside. Sitting on the front steps, I waited silently until I heard the clippity-clop of the simple brown horse and its dreaded cart.



"Yah!" I yelled as I jumped in front of the vehicle, clutching my knife. Pretending to dramatically stab myself was something I had been practicing a little while now, and it was finally time for me to show off my skills. Squeezing the tomato over myself, I screamed again before dramatically falling into a heap on the cobbled street. The horse rose on two legs, whinnying anxiously before whipping the cart around and galloping towards the park faster than I've ever seen it go. The cart driver tried his best to hold on and calm the animal, but the cart hit an uneven brick in the road and him and his letters went flying. I snuck back into the house, practically vanishing from the scene. Once I was safely inside, I burst out laughing. Mission success!

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Spoiler: Writers Notes

Finally.

Ever since I started Wynn, a whole two years ago, I always wanted to have an official story for my classes. I would come up with their personalities, their attributes, even silly things like their heights, but I never had the time to write it down. And when I did, something would always go bad. A corrupted file, and unsaved paragraph. But I have finally done it. I've finally managed to write something I'm semi-proud of, without it self-destructing.

I plan on adding one chapter per character each week, maybe more if I have time. A bit of background info for the characters: L is a villager/human, from Maltic. She's the middle age of all the characters. A is a human, from Lusco. She is one of the youngest. J is ERROR: COULD NOT RETRIEVE DATA. S is a villager, from Cinfras. He is one of the youngest.

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Edit: ok which one of you scrubs just finished using the eye washing station it wasn't thaaat bad

 

Looks cool

 

Four

Chapter 1~

L

Spoiler: Ch. 1

I skipped along the cobble path, turning the emeralds in my hand so they glinted in the sun. I had received my wage many times since joining the force, yet every time I was handed the shiny jewels I was amazed by their pure beauty. Imagine if the small town folk could see me now! I waved to the shopkeeper as the bell rang to signify me entering his shop. Bouncing to the counter, I slapped five emeralds down.

“One new helmet please! Give me your best one!” I grinned. The shopkeeper smiled back, rifling under the counter.

“You should ask the king to send you to Detlas one of these days. Perhaps there you could buy a proper helmet.” I nodded, looking wistful. I always dreamed of visiting Detlas. I still had a way to go in my training, but someday I knew I would be able to go. And I knew I could buy some proper armor there, that wouldn’t wear out by the end of the month. The shopkeeper dropping the fine leather helmet onto the table snapped me back to reality.

“Thank you!” I winked and bounded back out of the shop, tucking the new helmet under my arm. I quickly went and sold the old helmet, making just enough to afford a fresh apple. Taking my apple, I went and sat on a bench outside the castle. Munching and whistling along to the busy noises of city life, I was startled when I felt a hand on my shoulder.

“Are you ready?” a gruff voice asked. I jumped out of my seat, flipping around and dropping my apple.

“You bet I am!” I shouted to the captain of the guard. Fighters were expected to always be alert, even when off duty. You never know when the corruption could strike. I had been waiting since my first day for a mission, and I don’t think it was possible for me to be any more excited.

“We got a call from Maltic, and the guard has agreed that you would be best suited for the job as you are the most familiar with the area. We have reports from a mysterious character obstructing the water source.” My heart filled. Not only was I getting my first mission, but I was getting a chance to finally prove myself to my old friends and family. Now they would finally see that life wasn’t all about who has the best wheat crop or the best fish. Life was about heroics and valor.

A

Spoiler: Ch. 1

Why was it so hot in the capital! The sun beat down every day. I would duck underneath the awnings of the bank playing simple games with the other kids, but it would become too hot by midday and I would have to return home. The mistress would tuck me in bed before everyone else so that I could wake up super early and enjoy a bit of the brisk morning air. None of the other kids seemed to mind the heat, much less notice it. They would wake up late and spend the majority of the day outside, bouncing around the town and harassing the villagers. They also didn’t seem to mind the pressing reality that they were alone in the city, but I guess that was because they had each other. A lot of the kids at the Home were orphans, but had been for so long that the other children were like a second family. I might have been the only one there who still had living relatives, but I could never know for sure because no one liked talking about the life they had left behind.

Every morning when I woke up, I still endured a moment of panic when I glanced around and couldn’t see my favorite pair of skates hanging from the wall. I missed skating so much. I would run through the town pretending to be gracefully sliding across the ice. Ice was such a beautiful thing, foggy crystals smoother than a weathered rock. Sometimes, the villagers would stare.

“I heard that one comes from the ascension.”

“Those dorks still play pigball over there. That went out of style ages ago.”

“I wonder what it’s like to live in constant fear. What if the tower collapsed and all the many monsters and demons escaped!” I smiled right back at them. For the record, we didn’t live in constant fear. Sure, every once in a while a wolf or two would wander past the gates, ensuring a minor panic across the town, but ever since golem guards became common across the Wynn province there was no worry. I wish I could have told Fjord this. That rotten witch. Every time I thought about that day I always found myself violently whacking the brick fortress with my spear before collapsing miserably. My venting session always went badly. When would they learn; life was about family and loyalty.

J

Spoiler: Ch. 1

“She’s awake! She’s awake!” The first thing I saw was three unfamiliar faces leaning over me.

“How—what—“ I began to mumble, but one of the figures quickly shushed me.

“You’ve been out for months. Here, come sit up.” She supported me and led me to a rickety wooden chair which I quickly collapsed back onto. The other two figures followed.

“Hello.” The older man began. “It’s nice to finally meet you.” I blinked, confused in reply. “I’m Hosso. Chief of our small band of nomads. You’ve been out for quite a while.”

“What do you mean? What’s going on?”

“We were hoping you could answer that for us. You see, we don’t know. We merely found you, out cold, on a beach near Llevegar. Many of our tribemates voted to leave you for dead, but Ahyay here took pity upon you.” The younger man nearly nodded, and the woman spoke up again.

“That’s right. Those horrible--” She sighed, composing herself. “I’m sorry, let me start again. I’m Ahyay. I was the one who discovered you on the beach, sprawled out like a poor injured creature. I demanded our tribe take care of you until you awoke and regained your health. The herds are plentiful this year, and we could spare some food. I only expected a few days, maybe a week at month. However, the weeks eventually turned into a full month, then two, and you were out cold the whole time. I’m so grateful you’re okay. I know we’ve never talked, but I—Sorry. I’m being creepy.” I shook my head.

“No, it’s fine.” I instantly liked this woman. She seemed… Motherly. Wait, do I have a mother? I… I didn’t know. “So none of you know anything about… anything?” The three solemnly shook their heads. I frowned.

“Don’t you?” Asked Hosso tensely.

“No. I don’t… I don’t even know my own name.” I nearly broke into tears. What was going on?! “I know I had a life. I can… feel it. It was windy and wet and cold, but it was also loving and fun and, well, beautiful. It’s like, it’s at the tip of my tongue but…” Ahyay instantly enveloped me in a hug.

“It’s okay sweetie. We’ll figure this out. You can stay with us until then, we’ll take good care of you.” I noticed the other two shoot each other glances, but I couldn’t read their expressions. I didn’t worry about it. Ahyay broke away, smiling warmly at me. She directed me to the solemn man who hadn’t spoken yet. “This is Eemhm. He has something for you.” Eemhm nodded to me. He grabbed a root nearby, then turned around, his back facing me. I frowned. How rude. But after a few odd noises, he turned around and handed me the root.

“This will reveal its purpose when the time is right.” He instructed. “Until then, just hold tight. And always remember your values.” Those were the only words I have ever heard him speak.

My values. What were my values? Even if I couldn’t remember my name, I must remember what I believe in. I furrowed my brow, thinking hard. But after a minute or two, I still had nothing. Life was about memories.

S

Spoiler: Ch. 1

It was so strange how something once so familiar and homey can become frightening and scary with just a single action, a lone mistake. Take, for example, a city. A city once beautiful, where the streets seemed to be paved with gold, and birds would sing as they frolicked through gardens. However, that city can suddenly become a dark place. One would begin to notice the grime seeping through every crevice, the corruption seeds sewing themselves among everyday life. Oh yes, the birds would still sing. To everyone else, nothing had changed. But to one, nothing was everything. Another example; the government. When one is young, the government seems a place of grown-ups. Responsibility ran rampant, and everyone seemed to appreciate these noble men and women who would give up their lives to spend them keeping up the public’s wellbeing. Children were told to stay out of things. “You’ll understand when you’re older,” they were told.

However, when one grows up, they notice how politics really are. A bunch of overgrown children fighting. Who gets this piece of land? Who do these emeralds go to? Instead of valiant political figures, they were actually often violent beings, the seeds of corruption inside of them festering into a thriving plant, eating off of greed. The king was one of these beasts. He put on a friendly face in public, but when you turned your back he was worthy of your nightmares.

I didn’t like to think about the king. It always ended badly. I missed the days where I could run through the streets with my father, craning my neck so far back it hurt in order to gaze at the brilliant airships. Now I merely stuck to the airship base, and I never went near the magnificent things themselves. I stuck to the bottom few floors, avoiding the guard’s notice. I would often hang out in The Black Bird, chatting with some of the other fugitives hanging out down there. Everyone had their own story. You see; life, to us, is about survival.

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Spoiler: Writers Notes

Alright!
Here it is, the first chapter! I didn't have much time to write it, so I hope it's at least semi-decent! I'm proud of at least half of my writing XD
I try to impliment little easter eggs into each chapter, little lore references and stuff like that. Try to keep an eye out for them! (Gotta catch them all)
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Will each chapter, when/if the characters meet, study the same thing from four different points of view? I'd like to see that!

 

Yeah, I'll likely do that but a bit differently. When all four characters meet, I likely won't write the story from all four points of view, but I will likely pick two and tell it from both of those two points of view. Thank you for your input!

 

New chapter being added soon!

 

Four

Chapter 2~

L

Spoiler: Ch. 2

The wind whistled overhead as I climbed down the rusted ladder into the well. Some of my family and old classmates peeked nervously over the edge, and I smiled at them confidently. I was pretty good at feigning confidence; I just wasn’t sure if I was that good at fighting. I had never battled anything fiercer than a measly sewer rat, and I doubted the whole Maltic irrigation system had become corrupted by a mere rodent. Jumping down from the ladder and landing softly on a wooden path, I peered down the cave. I couldn’t see much, just a few bats as the boardwalk faded into darkness. “Somul.” I whispered, and a small flame burst up from the tip of my wand. Holding it in front of me I glanced up once more at all the people depending on me before I descended into the dark.

Voices. I could hear people talking. Mutters from ahead. Bats seemed to whisper, hidden in the shadows. Noises. Bangs, explosions. A cackle. A few steps further, and I could see a hut, built into the back of the cave. Creeping along a bit faster now, I could see three figures. Moving quickly, the three seemed to be doing some sort of dance. However, the closer I got the more dangerous their dance became. Swords waved, arrows flew. Bottles broke and the cackling became more and more intense. As I approached them, the archer noticed me and winked before being pulled back into the madness. I shook my head slowly in reply. Why were these people doing my job? I thought that the king trusted me! I had been so excited! I watched sadly as the warrior landed hit after hit on the witch, blocking the potions being pelted at him with his large glinting sword. I turned away and looked down at my pitiful birch wand. The flame at the tip illuminated in full detail how small and chipped it was. No wonder the king didn’t need me. What kind of mage couldn’t even create a flame larger than her fist? Suddenly, the noise raging behind me quieted down. I could no longer hear footsteps racing around, no weapons cutting the air with sharp sounds. The cackling had become a mere giggle, and I ducked behind a pillar of stone before turning around. The witch was sitting with her back propped up against the hut, laughing to herself. There was nothing left of the two fighters, except for small bits of spider eyes and rotten flesh that had slid up against the cavern wall. I gulped, looking at the witch. The creatures stopped laughing, eyes sliding around the cave until they fell upon me. They narrowed into slits and she pulled a potion from her robe, a green-orange shimmering color that filled the cavern with a noxious smell. I knew there was no time. Screwing my eyes, shut, I pointed my wand blindly forward and yelled an incantation. A giant burst of light, an explosion, and the witch was gone, leaving only a small item which I quickly pocketed. Footsteps appeared behind me, and the two humans ran up.

“Did you get her?” They asked, breathless. I turned on them, growling.

“Why should you two care? I bet the captain of the guard sent you. The king couldn’t trust this task to a simple mage, could he? He had to have “real” fighters do it. Well, I’ll have you two know that I didn’t even NEED you to come weaken that witch before I took her down. I don’t need help.” The archer glanced at the warrior.

“I think you’re mistaken. We don’t work for the king. Sure, we work for his kingdom, for the province of Wynn, but we certainly aren’t in his army. We go wherever corruption strikes, and we got a call. We had no idea the king was employing somebody. However, we won’t apologize for trying to help people.” He nodded towards my bag, where I had just dropped the witch’s remnant. “Keep your little trophy. Give it to your precious “captain of the guard.” Earn your promotion. Just remember, you probably couldn’t have killed that witch without us, no matter how much you want to believe it. And if you ever want to truly help people, come find us.” I frowned and huffed, barging past the two. “Skip the sea to the island of thieves…” The second part of the warrior’s call faded out as I climbed up the ladder, leaving them behind.

A

Spoiler: Ch. 2

“She hides in alleyways during the daylight, then races through the street like the hooligan she is at dusk. The villagers complain about her bouncing off the walls all the time. She tries to make friends with the other kids, but her loud, annoying attitude sends them marching away in no time.” I sulked in the hallway outside of the headmistress’s office. Why should she care if I missed skating? If the heat affected me more than others? Just because I was a tad different. Just because I came from a different region. And now the headmistress was probably planning on doing something about me. Probably going to punish me somehow, for something I didn’t even do. I started listening in again. “I don’t know what to do about her. This esteemed establishment can’t put up with her much longer, but she is too young to send out on her own yet.” A deeper voice coughed.

“I know just the place--”

“ACHOO!” I sneezed, covering my mouth just a little late. I heard a bit of confused tones in the office, before a chair moving across the floor as someone stood up. As fast as I could, I sprinted up the stairs and dove into the bedroom. And just in time, too. Peeking out the door, I saw an older villager peering up the stairs. I ducked back inside and jumped onto my bed, holding my breath until I was sure the man had gone back into the office. Letting out a sigh of relief, I snuggled into bed.

I awoke in a bit of a daze, trying to blink the sleep from my eyes. Why were the walls moving? And… coated in snow?

“Ahh!” I yelled, almost rolling out of the bed. The snow-capped mountains weren’t moving; I was moving! I ducked under the bed. No one was there, yet it was levitating at least two feet off the ground! I tried to jump off, but an invisible force shoved me back on. Defeated, I was forced to wait as the bed carried me further and further into the mountains.

The further and further I got, the more the heat seemed to fizzle out from the air. I began to recognize some landscape features, but I couldn’t remember what they were from. A mysterious presence almost made the air thick enough to cut through. The whole thing seemed homely, yet eerie. Like a ghost town. As I advanced, I could spy a figure in the distance. Tall and pale, with a crooked black cap. A black robe swirled around the ground, where it’s feet should have been. Yet the strange character seemed to be hovering above the frozen ground at a similar height to the bed. It—He smiled when I finally approached.

“So.” He winked. “How’s Detlas?” I frowned. He seemed to match the landscape in the sense that I knew exactly who he was, I just couldn’t get the words in my mouth. I did, remember, that he wasn’t good.

“Horrid.” I ironically winked back. “What do you want.”

“Tut tut tut.” He exclaimed. “I remember you were always so bouncy and full of life. A real annoyance, really. No one could get a word in with you around, yet here we are! You haven’t interrupted my monologue once.” He smiled, an ugly cheshire cat grin. I huffed a bit more. As we starred each other down, a silence fell around us. No birds, no wind. He cleared his throat. “It really is a shame. Your parents. I guess they just didn’t really like you. But I mean, who could! So arrogant.” He coughed again. “It really is a bit chilly around here.” The wind began blowing again, whistling around us and blowing my hair in front of my face. A fog descended upon us, a thick haze. Before long, I couldn’t even see the tip of my nose. I slowly drifted back to sleep.

I woke up again, this time back in the Home. I quickly checked my surroundings. Four walls, a roof, and a bed sitting safely on the floor. Some of the other kids looked at me strangely. I shrugged them off and sighed. It was all a dream.

J

Spoiler: Ch. 2

Four objects were laid out in front of me.

“Pick whichever one speaks to you.” Ahyay gently instructed. I frowned and stared blankly at the objects. A cow hide. A spear. A wind chime. A rounded pebble. What were any of these supposed to mean? I lifted my head to Ahyay inquisitively. A sigh. “Just…” She shook her hands in flustered motions. “Pick one.” We were doing activities to help me remember, but frankly, if this was what my past life was like than I’d rather not.

“Fine.” I shut my eyes tightly, sticking out my arm. I almost instantly felt a pull towards the third item, but I had a realization. I don’t know these people. Maybe I don’t want them to know what I would pick up. Maybe I don’t need this. Finally, I came to a consensus.

I yanked up the second item. Opening my eyes, I stared down at the spear. Ahyay clapped. “Excellent! I’ll speak with Hosso and Eemhm right away!” She abruptly stood, brushing herself off and racing out the door. I stared blankly down at the spear. Was I right to not trust these people? Or were they truly kindhearted folks who only wanted to help? I instantly knew I fully trusted Ahyay. But Hosso and especially Eemhm… They had seemed nice enough but you can’t judge a book by its cover.

Ahyay poked her head in. “Come this way.” She smiled. “And bring the object Eemhm gave you. Remember? The one you got when you first awoke.” I glanced at the windmill, maybe for a second too long. “Are you okay?” I shook my head.

“Yes, yes. I’m fine. Let’s go.”

We arrived at Eemhm’s hut soon enough. I still didn’t know exactly what his role in the tribe was. He seemed to be a sort of bodyguard of Hosso’s, yet at the same time he almost came across as their priest. I went inside, walking around long strands of beads that draped from the ceiling. He stood at a desk on the far side of the tent. Approaching him, his face remained stern and forlorn. He held a hand out, and I placed the long root in it. Glancing down at it, he frowned and handed it back to me. He gestured at a picture pinned to the fabrics that made up the hut wall. I observed it, peering to make out the details. It seemed to display a figure… illuminated in light. The figure had a long cloak, and a weapon with the head of a spear, the magical particles of a wand, the string of a bow, and the hilt of a dagger. He gestured back at the spear, and Ahyay gasped behind me.

“You couldn’t mean--” She began, then broke off. I turned around to face her.

“What”

“The root—It’s an ancient magic known only to our people. It should shape itself into the ideal weapon for a person, but only when they have discovered themselves. He thought, since you chose the spear, it might…” She pouted. “But it’s not. It’s not changing.” She marched up to Eemhm. “Why isn’t it working?! Why are you raising our hopes like this, only to shoot them down? Which one of your horrid spells are you playing this time? This poor child doesn’t even know her own name! Yet everything you do only seems to make it worse.”

Eemhm stood up so quickly his wooden chair fell to the ground. He withdrew his staff. Typically an ordinary wooden stick, it was now shimmering and glowing ominously. He made a noise, a low growl, and his eyes were shooting daggers. Raising his weapon, he pointed it straight at Ahyay. The universe stood still for what seemed like hours, yet it was a few short seconds. Slowly, the wand dulled and he pointed it at the door. Ahyay, her eyes wide and scared, quickly dodged outside muttering apology after apology.

“I—I’d better go after her.” I explained, nervously taking the root and following Ahyay. Glancing behind me, Eemhm merely sighed and retrieved his chair. I found Ahyay panting outside.

“I’m so sorry I acted so rashly. It’s just… I can’t imagine being in your position. Excuse me saying this, but it truly sounds devastating.

“Yeah, it is.”

S

Spoiler: Ch. 2

I cleared my voice, trying to sound older. “Table for one?”

“Aren’t you a little young?” the barkeeper questioned, raising an eyebrow.

I tried to pull my best ‘I’m deeply offended that you would suggest such a thing’ face. “Just because I’m short doesn’t mean everyone always has to comment on it! Sheesh, some people. If it truly concerns you, I merely need a table and a glass of water.” The man didn’t look persuaded, but he gestured to a table in the back and began pouring me a glass. Throwing an emerald on the counter, I took my drink and crossed the crowded bar, plopping down exhausted on my chair. When I was sure no one was looking, I pulled out a small diorite dagger and quietly sharpened the edge on a small stone, putting my feet up on the table.

At exactly 2:26, a woman draped in a long black cloak slipped, unnoticed, into the bar. Among all of the commotion, she snuck over to me and pulled up a chair. I pulled my feet off the table, sitting up and slipping my dagger into a pocket.

“You’re the one?” I asked, keeping my voice low. She nodded solemnly. “Great. Now, I think you know the deal. Half pay now, half pay later. Now, what do you have for me.” She pulled a single shimmering bottle out of her cloak, sliding it across the table to me.

“I have a client.” She began. Her voice was low and raspy, and I was tempted to offer her a sip of my water. “She needs her passport returned, and I think both of us know who has it.” I nodded. It wasn’t uncommon for the Big Boss to pick up a few documents here and there. And by pick up, I think pickpocket is more accurate. They went for a good price at the black market, furthering his monopoly. She coughed a bit, then continued. “I have already talked to him, and he shall release her papers if I can retrieve a high-importance document. However, I got into a bit of a bad skirmish trying to get one of the guards to part with his key. I managed to grab it, but not unscathed, and now I’m in no state to go get the document. I could just wait until my leg healed up, yet I don’t trust the Boss to take every second I’m away as an opportunity to sell that passport. I need you to go grab the document for me.” She stood up, her cloak flowing around her. As she left, she tossed the key to me. “I’ll meet you here again in exactly 4 hours. If you’re not here, I shall assume you have failed.” And with that, she whisked out the door, without a sign that she had ever been there. I grinned, gripping my dagger safely in my pocket. I was always up for being a pain for the government. Frankly, she didn’t even have to pay me. I would have done it without any reason. Tipping my helmet to the barkeeper, I handed him another handful of emeralds.

“If anyone asks, I was never here.” I smiled and winked. His expression didn’t change, but as I was leaving I noticed him wink back. The Black Bird barkeeper was one of the few men I knew I could trust. Rubbing the key in my hands, I bounded down two flights of stairs before reaching the registration offices. The key slid into the lock with a satisfying click, and the door spring open. I pointed some ironic finger guns at the door. “Take that, Mr. King. Where is your high tech security system now?” I laughed. I guess I really was getting crazy, talking to myself like that. With that, I marched through the door.

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Spoiler: Writers Notes

Yoyoyo chapter 2 is here! Whoo!
Keep an eye out for those easter eggs I mentioned last time, this one has 2! If they don't seem obvious now, they might be revealed later ;)
Thank you for reading my excuse for a story!

~Padfoot Out!

 

It's not an excuse for a story, it's the first post-wipe story that was so well written, with different kinds of characters! (Easter egg one: "Somul" is Lumos backwards, and they both do the same thing.)

 

well ahyay is yahya and ehmeh whatever dat name was is mehme

 

Thanks! :) And yes, that's correct. I guess my username gives away my harry potter addiction. XD

Yup, that's another one! Shoot, I didn't even have time to make a character for Nohno!

 

Whoops no new chapter today
Donut fear children! May or may not have a Halloween special by Tuesday

 

Four

Hallowynn Special~

NOTICE: THIS SPECIAL EDITION IS NON-CANON


L:

Spoiler: A Grave Mistake

I warily swing my wand around. An eerie wind whistled through the trees, and I likely would have ran all the way back to Maltic had I been alone. Luckily, closely behind me was A, skipping along and shooting small attack spells towards the nearby Phantom Zombies. I was sure S was somewhere nearby too, but with his disappearing all the time you never could tell. Skirting around a spooky, tall mansion, we approached a tall stone fence. I checked my compass.

“This is the place,” I told A. She bobbed her head up and down, before becoming distracted by a mural that seemed to be moving on the side of the House. I glanced around before signaling S. The air next to me seemed to move, and I heard a breath. I nodded. “I got the call from here. Have you scanned the area?”

“Yes. Nothing but that man over there.” His gruff voice seemed to come from thin air. I sighed.

“I guess the element of surprise is out of the question, then. Lead me too him.” Before I had even finished my sentence, S appeared out of thin air. He quickly yanked up his cloak to cover his messy black hair and began moving towards a figure standing next to the fence. I glanced over my shoulder, quietly whistling, then followed him. Hearing my whistle, A ran to catch up.

“Hi there. Is everything okay?” I asked the man. He didn’t reply, staring straight forward. S had disappeared just before we reached the man, and I shook my head. Always leaving me to do the talking. “Hello-o!” A obnoxiously waved a hand in front of the man’s face. Not breaking out of his trance, he spoke to us in a gravelly voice just over a whisper.

“Leave this place.”

A giant barrier pushed us backwards, knocking the wind out of A and I. I fell backwards, dazed, but A jumped right back up and ran for the entrance.

“A! No!” She was shoved back by the barrier again, her body almost flying backwards. I ran over her, yet she was hardly dazed. In fact, she was grinning.

“The barrier is only around the door!” she practically yelled. I frowned.

“Shhhhh… Do you think S could have gotten in?”

“Yeah.” S faded into vision. “Way ahead of you guys. I’ve already learned a whole bunch about this place.”

“Okay. But tell us as we walk.” So, S lead the way through a small crevice where the wall was built into the mountain. A squeezed right through, and after a second of squirming I followed. Peering around the graveyard, it seemed normal enough. Yet the whole place had an uncanny sort of weight to it. As we traveled, S spoke.

“When I first got in, I could feel a bit of a pull that lead me to the far side of the graveyard. I found a sinister looking Cathedral, and I ducked inside. While exploring the catacombs in the basement, the objects around me shifted and I noticed some strange things. All the tombstones had clay pots placed on them, yet the pots were empty of flowers. The lights flickered on and off, and I even found a burning body.” I shuddered. “After a bit more exploring, I found… Something sinister. A group of cult worshippers.” A gasped, although I slightly doubted she even knew what S was talking about. “Listening in on their mutters, I heard snippets. Man. Spirits. Yet. Mortal. Then I blacked out, and awoke back at the front of the graveyard, standing in a grave labeled Alem." I nodded, looking up and finally noticing how far into the graveyard we were. "When I awoke, I had this key." S reached a hand out from under his cloak, flashing a black charred key before quickly shoving it back in his coat. He gestured to a large door, over 4 times my height. Clicking the key into the lock, the giant door opened with a whoosh and we descended into the blackness.

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Spoiler: Writers Notes

As mentioned in the title, this special edition is a non-canon story about how the three of the four characters interact with the new quest, A Grave Mistake (J is not included in order to preserve her current state in the story). As it is Special Edition, it will only be told from L’s point of view. In each Special Edition (Assuming there are more) I will cycle through the characters. Additionally, this episode does have an Easter egg. Or should I say Halloween egg?
Lastly, this story is NOT meant to accurately display the quest. It's main purpose is to display how the characters interact, as a little teaser for later in the story ;)

~~Padfoot Out!

 

WHY I HAVEN'T POSTED~
Hey y'all! Sorry for lack of posts :/
I go to a choice school as a few may know and I get quite busy sometimes. Hopefully posts will return on their normal schedule soon!
Thank you for your patience!

 

Four

Chapter 3~

L

Spoiler: Ch. 3

The air was chilled, but not cold, the sky was an awkward grey halfway between white and black; as if the weather couldn’t make up its mind. I felt about the same. As I laced up my newest yellow leather boots and headed off to work, I couldn’t stop thinking about that day. I had expected my very first mission to have been a chance to prove myself. Not only to my family, not only to my peers, but to the world. However, ever since the message I had been more confused than ever. Every new mission I received became a game of 20 questions. Was this help wanted? Was there anyone in more direct danger? Was I on the right side? The captain didn’t want to hear my questions.

“Give this task to a quieter fighter.” He would often instruct his colleagues when he thought I wasn’t around. They would frown, knowing that it would take time and emeralds to find a different character for the job. But he would merely wave them off. “I’m not in the mood for her today. What do I look like, a babysitter?” Then he would march off, his nose in the air while the poor recruiters looked on. The next time he saw me, he would solemnly shake his head. “No mission for you today. Just practice in the sewers for a little bit, okay?”

“Okay.”

As the weeks turned into months, nothing changed.

“I couldn’t find a task for you. Just go check on the new recruits.”

“Okay.”

“Some senior fighters are dealing with today, so can you do a bit of target practice?”

“Okay.”

“Everything is well in the kingdom at the moment. Could you run down to the ranch? We’re low on milk.”

“Okay.”

With every lame excuse, I had even more questions. Yet I tried not to ask him about them anymore. If the captain wanted none of it, then I didn’t need to dig my hole any deeper. I don’t know how I could have, as I seemingly had already hit rock bottom.

My day was more of a chore than an adventure. Wake up, get ready, head to work, check in, return dejectedly to the training fields, watch the younger recruits laugh at me and then skip off to guard the emerald trail, send teleport spell after teleport spell bouncing around until I got dizzy, get off work, head to the armor shop and replace whatever was breaking now, make small talk with the man at the counter.

“One new helmet please. One of your best.” I slapped my torn leather helmet down. The shopkeeper grinned to me, looking under the counter.

“You should ask the king to send you to Selchar one of these days. Perhaps there you could buy a proper helmet.” He said as he set the new helmet on the counter. I frowned, tipping my head to the

side. Normally he would merely nod and ask about family, work. You know, basic stuff. Besides, Selchar was known for its fishing-specific weapons and bejeweled reef, not it’s helmets. However, I didn’t want to be rude.

“Thank you.” I mumbled, feeling a bit of déjà-vu as I stepped outside, tucking the new helmet under my arm. The sun shone in my face, and I used my arm to block it out. Weird, how life—I mean the weather could change so quickly.

A

Spoiler: Ch. 3

“We’re stopping here for now.” The man instructed. I poked my head out of the caravan, peering around. I was instantly hit with the overwhelming smell of salty air, mixed in with a stench of rot. To my left was a small fire, a tent, and three men. Two of them I recognized as the caravan driver Jack and the man who was in charge of this operation; whom I had come to know as my best friend, Joey. However, the third was unknown to me. I hopped out and blinked into the sunlight. It was a vibrant day, yet the temperature didn’t entirely reflect the colors. The brisk air blew about in a slight breeze. Bouncing over to Joey, I tugged on his jacket.

“What are we doing?” I asked, grinning. He grinned back.

“We’re just stopping for a little bit. We’re staying at my friend Danny’s place until the tide comes in.” He told me. I giggled. Danny’s ‘place?!’ This was a rag draped over two sticks. To each their own, I guess, but it was going to be a cold night. In the meantime, I had another question.

“What’s a tide?” I inquired. Danny winked at Joey, covering my eyes and leading me to the other side of the caravan. Removing his hand, I blinked in awe. It was like a pigball arena. Yet the ice was melted, and it was ten billion times larger. If frozen, could probably skate on it for days and not reach the other side. That is, if there even was another side. I could see ships and islands on the horizon, like little specks of dust compared to the great mass of water. “What is this thing?” I gasped. Danny smiled, and Joey and Jack came up behind me.

“That’s the Ocean.”

Jack looked at me oddly. “You haven’t seen the ocean?” He asked. I furiously shook my head.

“It’s amazing. We had something a bit like it back in Lusco, but it was much smaller and frozen over.”

“Oh.” Jack responded.

“What’s on the other side?” I squealed. “Is it even possible to get to the other side?”

Joey smiled down to me again. “Yes, it’s quite possible. The villagers have been doing it for eons. On the other side is a province called Gavel, inhabited by the villagers themselves. They live there with all sorts of magical creatures, far more exotic then here in Wynn. Dragons and angels, orcs and phoenixes.

“Wow…” I replied.

“And the tide is when the ocean shrinks inwards or outwards. It happens because of the moon, but some believe it’s tied in with magic. Speaking of which, your eyes are the size of the moon staring at all this. Run along now, go play. Just don’t wander too far!”

I giggled, splashing out into the water and hitting the waves head on. Just last month I had been miserable. But this; this was the life.

J

Spoiler: Ch. 3

The tribes people treated me no differently after the incident with Eemhm. Despite my thinking that he was an all-powerful tribe shaman and he affected everyday goings, he didn’t treat me or Ahyay any differently after her outburst, which I was thankful for. While I had already been living with them for a few months, I certainly didn’t want the peace to shift. On the other hand, I still hadn’t discovered anything more about my past. Zilch. Nada. Every morning I would awake with the feeling of remembrance, as if a dream has revealed everything to me; yet there were no actual thoughts attached to these feelings. They were as lost in my mind as I was. This morning, I could feel my forgotten time clawing at the edges of my memories more than ever, yet just on the tip of my tongue the feeling passed and all I was left with was emptiness. Ahyay popped into the small tent as I rolled out of my sleeping bag.

“Good morning!” She smiled. Her smile quickly dissipated though. “Anything?” I shook my head in response. I hadn’t mentioned the feeling of lost remembrance to anyone in the tribe, however it likely wouldn’t make a difference. Besides, I think I had made up my mind about the tribe. They were all great, but I didn’t truly know how much they could be trusted. Ahyay spoke again, and I was brought back from my thoughts.

“I’m sorry sweetie. How about we go grab some breakfast.” I vigorously nodded. Food was perfect for the occasion. Changing into some more formidable clothes quickly, I dodged out of the tent and walked down the small path to the dining shelter. Grabbing some home-grown berries and a bit of lamb from the buffet-like table, I sat on one of the far edges of the elaborate rug decking the ground, away from the majority. Picking at the lamb meat, I zoned out looking at all the elaborate patterns in the tribe’s artwork.

Ahyay walked over, sitting down crisscross across from me. I may have said before that I was getting along fine with the tribe, and that was mostly true. The only thing was that I didn’t really have any friends with them. They were polite enough but I guess I just wasn’t very social to begin with. So I appreciated Ahyay’s efforts to make me feel even more welcome, hanging out with me a lot even though she was more of a mother figure than a friend at this point. She grinned at me.

“Enjoying your berries? A few of those were from my very garden.” I smiled back.

“Yeah, they’re excellent.”

“Are you interested in growing at all? I could show you a few tricks?” I could tell this was another attempt for me to try to remember something. Maybe if I had been a farmer before, I would regain my memory. I was sure the attempt would be in vain, but I went with it in order to please Ahyay.

“Actually yes.” I stated plainly. She clapped, but I think she could tell I wasn’t really into it.

Suddenly, an enormous cheer ran through the group. Appearing at the entrance to the shelter was a mysterious hooded figure, cloaked in purple and holding a shimmering spear. As the figure pulled off their hood, I gasped.

I recognized her.

S

Spoiler: Ch. 2

I slipped, unnoticed, past a large group of villagers talking and laughing on their way downstairs. They didn’t notice me slide past them, and I managed to scoop a few emeralds out of one of their pockets. Silly, he was so immersed in the funny story his companion was telling that he didn’t even notice. I would have been happy to have that problem right now, yet I knew that wasn’t the way it was meant to be. Everyone knew friends were weaknesses among the underground community. As young as I was compared to most, I still couldn’t trust anyone. Tucking the man’s emeralds in my cloak, I continued up the stairs. The Letvus Airbase was a tall place built into the side of a mountain, and it sprawled onto several floors, making it a pain to get to the top. As I approached the repair deck, a man called out to me.

“Hey, Kid!”

I instantly feared he had noticed me pickpocketing. Torn between confrontation or running off, I instead pretended to look really busy as I marched towards the large airship.

“Hey!”

I was walking even faster now. Refusing to look back, I whispered a few words to my dagger and slipped; invisible, onto the ship. The guard standing back on the base turned towards where I had disappeared from, but after seeing nothing went to quiet the man.

Letting out a sigh of relief as I faded back into vision, I observed my surroundings. The airship was rather ornate, with lavish carvings and large tables decked with food. There were several people aboard the ship; villagers and humans alike, and I easily slipped into the crowd. Listening to a few conversations, I was able to gather that this was a passenger ship (No duh) headed across the ocean. I panicked slightly until I heard another figure mention it would be coming right back, and anyone who was just aboard for the sightseeing could stay on the ship and it would take them right back. Relaxing a bit, I took a seat at the table and observed the food sprawled out. Beef and pork and bread, all sorts of amenities from all over Gavel. With no one stopping me, I ate and ate and ate until I had eaten more food than I normally would in a full week. Smiling happily, I slouched down on a couch and slept through the rest of the trip.

The sharp sound of bells awoke me from my sleep, just in time to hear the captain yelling.

“Now leaving Detlas!” Shaking my head to clear the sleep, I stood up. Realizing that I actually wanted to see a bit of Wynn, I raced to the landing to catch a final view. Already fading from sight, I saw the magnificent capitol, stone and wood and the beautiful hourglass standing tall; the sun glinting off and shining in my eyes.

“It sure is beautiful.” A man rested his hand on my shoulder. “Just as beautiful as my reward will be for catching you.” I whipped around, frightened, but he grabbed my arm to prevent me from trying anything. “Pickpocketers are the scum of the airbase, but illegal airship boarding is a whole new level. I’ve been watching you for some time; but I thought that this was below you.” He grinned, yanking me back inside. “Let’s go talk to Nettil. I’m sure he’ll be pleased to see you.”

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Spoiler: Writers Notes

Ayy it's the long awaited chapter 3! Yay!
Sincerest apologies for my absence, first quarter is officially over and out of the way though, and I'm back on track (I hope). This chapter is a bit more plot-development instead of character-development-filler, to try to make up for how long it's been. :\ I hope you like it!
Thanks for tuning into my story!

~Padfoot Out!

 

I will admit, when I saw this thread, I was eager to read a fan made adventure in Wynncraft. I myself lack some of the motivation to start writing one at the moment. It is a noble effort, but there are areas of writing that can be greatly improved. I would have to go and read through all the chapters again to give a deep critical analysis, but off the top of my head, here are some pointers:

• Avoid modern terms such as 'mom' and 'Okay'. Americanisms do not translate well in the fantasy setting and your tone and vocabulary should match Wynn's setting. This doesn't mean writing in Shakespeare's prose, but remembering that it isn't the setting of low fantasy such as the City of Bones and Vampire Diaries. At the moment it does give me the impression of a high school drama.
• Pick a definitive voice and stick with it. By voice, I mean first person, second and third person. It takes a great deal of maturity in writing that tends to come with the experience of age to manage voice change in prose. Examples of voice are GRRM's third person removed perspective, watching over characters in ASOIAF like a god.
• Your sentence length needs to vary. At the moment, they tend to be of a medium length, with a two part formula "___ and ___". The lack of variation frankly
• Link the chapters of your characters together better. Currently as a reader I cannot distinguish and remember the characters and their exploits.

Please take this as constructive criticism and not disapproval.
Keep going,
-Rocko