Lore/Story König The Fighter

This is a story about König The Fighter. He is a Fighter (check my class thread) who has a pretty good story to tell. But don't just take my word for it! Read it! This is the first chapter of many. Enjoy!

Feel free to comment and speculate on what König should do next. You never know, your ideas may just come true.


König The Fighter

Book 1 : Initials


Epilogue


The story of Konig is a brilliant one, filled with mystery and adventure, loot and women. It is one of pirates and bandits, kings and queens. It is a story that unfolds with more twists and turns than any of the deepest, darkest dungeons. It is a story that will be told for many, many generations, and be revered and ponder on by any and all who care to listen to it. And as the years pass and this story is twisted and warped by the mouths and minds of those who tell it, this will be the only document that is true. This is the only piece of literature that will completely and wholly capture the trials and tribulations of Konig as he traverses the deadly and corrupt lands of Wynn. I hope that you, the reader, is able to take from this story as much as you can and learn all you can. And I truly do hope you will never forget, Konig the Fighter.


Chapter 1

~Adriana~


As I awoke I could smell the wonderful smell of bacon and eggs, wafting from the downstairs. There is nothing like waking up after a good nights’ sleep and smelling the rich aromas of breakfast. Now, I don’t normally get this pleasure; eggs and bacon in the morning. Adriana must have something special planned for today. Today is our 4th anniversary and we had planned on climbing Mt. Wynn to look out at the sea and watch the gulls pin-wheel through the sky. I dressed quickly, putting on my trousers and shirt. God, did it feel good to wear normal clothes! I was sick of wearing my armor day in and day out, fighting monsters and gathering loot. Today was going to be a normal day for me and my wife to be together and eat good food and drink delicious Nemract whisky.

“Good morning, Ko”, she said as I pulled out a chair to sit.

She only calls me Ko when she is upset.

“I hope you don’t mind eggs and bacon for breakfast. It’s the best I could find”, she admits without turning around.

“No, this is great! It’s not every day a man can wake up and be served such a wonderful meal by such a wonderful women”, I reply.

She won’t turn around and face me. I can’t see if she smiled or at least blushed when I appraised her cooking.

“Adriana?”

“...”

“Adriana, look at me, please”

“Adri-”, is all I can manage to say before she whips around.

“What!?”

She looks at the floor and doesn’t stand directly facing me but I can still see the marks on her face. The left side of her face is swollen and bruised badly. It looks as if someone had punched her.

“Who did this?!”, I exclaim as she broke into tears.

“No, please Ko! Don’t!”

“I need to know! It was Drucksh, wasn’t it? That drunk bastard! I’ll kill him!”

“Please no, Ko! It wasn’t Dr-”

But I was already gone. I didn’t listen to her. I stormed out of the house and headed over to Nemract to confront Drucksh about my wife and her face. All I could think about was wrapping my hands around that creeps neck and crushing the life out of him. He had crossed the line! I know what he had my wife do. I know how it made her feel. Today was going to be the day that I was going to ask Adriana to move to Nesaak with me. I had just gotten a job helping players new to the jungle scene make it through to Troms. It was a good paying job and it would mean she wouldn't have to do all those terrible things for Drucksh.

Soon I arrived at Druckshs’ house

“DRUCKSH! COME OUT HERE!” I yelled at his house.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw an assassin and an archer peek out from the Bank but I paid them no attention. I was focused on beating the living shit out of that bastard Drucksh.

“Drucksh! Where are you?” I called out one last time.

“Hold your horses! I’m coming”, I heard from within his house.

“Who is it?”

“You know damn well who it is, Drucksh!”

“Oh, Konig.”, he said with distaste as he opened the door. “Come here to complain about your wif-”

I wound back and punched him square in the jaw, knocking him to the floor.

“What did you do to Adriana, you sick creep? Why did she have bruises all over her face? Answer me!” I yelled at him.

“Christ Konig! You’ve really lost it haven't you? I didn't do shit to your whore wife!”, he said as he wiped the blood off his chin that was trickling from his mouth.”I saw her being walked away by two men. One was dressed in all dark and the other had a bow. I assumed it was you and your archer friend, finally growing a pair an- Hey! Where are you going?!”

I didn’t even catch the last bit of words from Drucksh. I should have noticed something was fishy about those two at the bank. Now that I think of it the one assassin was dressed in all black clothes. Who were those men? And why didn’t Adriana tell me?

When I reached out house I saw the door was busted open and my heart withered. The only thought in my mind was Adriana. As I rushed into the house I already knew what I was going to find. Adriana was gone, and left on the table as a piece of paper. It read…





Dear Fighter,


We have taken your wife and will be keeping her until you comply with all of our demands

1. Give us all of your money. We know you have some hidden away so don’t try to con a con man!
   
   
2. Kill the bank tellers and steal all the gems from the bank in Nemract
   
   
3. Put all the money on a horse that knows the path from Nemract to Ragni well and send it, with all the gems and no rider, down the path. Do this at midnight, tomorrow night

If you do not do as we say we will cut your pretty little wifes neck and throw her into the ocean


Sincerely,

The Silent 3



I had no idea what to do! Do I do as these men say and get my wife back? Do I try and follow the path and catch them off guard and try to take her back? I can’t believe this is happening! And the Silent 3? Who is the silent 3? I don’t know what to do!?