Lore/Story Prodigy - A Wynncraft Adventure

OrientGamer · Jul 22, 2016

Seeing this revival makes me nostalgic for the days back when Tales of Sorrow was top lore ;-;

RIP T.O.S
Orient wuz 2 lazy

Anyways, good luck on reviving prodigy!

(Meric) · Jul 23, 2016

Waiting for that 1 day...

Coolfood · Jul 23, 2016

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Waiting for that 1 day...
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Same

Procrast · Aug 14, 2016

Bumpity bump
Good news, everyone! The next few chapters have almost been edited completely, so expect the next updated chapter to be out before the end of this month!

Devourer · Aug 14, 2016

Toxicdrule said: ↑

Bumpity bump
Good news, everyone! The next few chapters have almost been edited completely, so expect the next updated chapter to be out before the end of this month!
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So basically, when the Gameplay Update comes out?

Procrast · Aug 14, 2016

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So basically, when the Gameplay Update comes out?
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Yea, pretty much.

IggyBoii · Aug 15, 2016

Toxicdrule said: ↑

Prodigy
A WynnCraft Adventure

Table of Contents:
-Prologue (complete)
1. 19 Years Later (complete)
2. The truth at last (complete)
3. Undead Attack (complete)
4. Rescue's & Allies (complete)
5. Trouble, most foul (complete)
6. An Interesting Individual (complete)
7. Unsuspected Assault
8. Interrogation
9. Team Daniel
10. Ambushed
11. Forced to kill
12. Race to Almuj
13. Death in the family
14. Visions
- Epilogue

Note: This is a legitimate novel-sized lore, so enjoy it & be patient with it's progress :D

Featuring:
@Toxicdrule
@yosteric5
@Voidfire999
@steveultra3
@Rawb
@I'm Illuminati
And more...

-Prologue

The sun’s first rays of morning light shone through the small clouds weakly, as it found and embraced the damp ground. The grass, once green, was now resembling a small and sticky marsh, pushed and trodden on by thousands of war boots. The sound of waves crashing against jagged rocks in a small pebbly cove nearby drifted through the air, and a Gigantic ancient church stood wearily against the sky, giving the impression of an oddly shaped rook. An equally old graveyard stood beside it, with a gap between used as a gravel road. The clouds were pushed further past, and the sunlight was caught in a horrible scene.

Our story begins in one of many old battlefields littered across the province of Wynn, a place you will know very well of soon. Weapons and trinkets scattered on this ghastly field of death are the only memories left that proves a terrible battle was fought here. Rusted helmets, axes, spears & broken armour lay peacefully in the blood splashed mud, slowly sinking into the ground. As this occurred, a splintered bow with strange runes etched across it was sinking, inch by inch into the death-reeking mud, when suddenly -

CRACK! The wheels of a horse ridden war-carriage, followed by a group of men-ridden horses ran straight over the bow, causing it to break with a loud snap. The carriage was in a hurry, as the driver feverishly cracked the reins, speeding up the frightened and exhausted horses. They had been driving for a long time, almost half the distance of the entire province, and had not stopped for anything. The carriage’s occupants needed to get somewhere very urgently. Who was in the carriage, you ask?

The small quarters of the car belonged to a tired, armour laden warrior, his chiselled face covered with stubble, dark rings beneath his eyes. He shared the carriage with a young beautiful woman, with tan skin, as if she had lived in a desert her whole life (which she had.) she wore an exotic shawl, covered by a thick woolly coat. In her arms was a small child, wrapped with bundles of blankets, fast asleep.

And now we see our hero of the story the first time, as a one year-old baby, in the arms of his soon-to-be unfortunate mother.

She was quietly rocking the baby back and forth, whispering good thoughts to him. The Warrior looked up irritably at the woman. “Maya,” he whispered. “He’s already asleep, there’s no need to talk to him like that.”

Maya peered at him, a look of annoyance on her pretty face. “He is our son, Benjamin,” she replied stubbornly. “There is always a need to tell him great things.”

“Like what?” Ben asked innocently. Maya sighed, and turned her head to the window. “Like you, my husband.”

She raised the baby up, and looked into his just opened eyes. He had a peculiar set of pupils; one a shade of light blue, the other a dark green. “He has both our eyes,” she said. The baby didn't like being awoken suddenly, and started to cry, almond-shaped tears falling from his small face. She laid the baby down on her lap, and started to rock him again. “He will know your bravery and courage,” she said. “Maybe one day you will teach him magic, yes?”

She was looking at Ben again, her green eyes meeting his blue. “Maybe,” He answered, staring at his son with a mixture of uncertainty and pride. “He might not even have the ability to do so.”

The carriage unexpectedly slowed. Ben looked once at his wife, confused, then turned away from the wall and tapped on it twice. “Driver!” He said loudly. “Why are we stopping? we’re in a hurry, remember?”

The carriage slowed to a halt. Ben cursed. “If one of the wheels are broken again, I’m going to have a harsh talk to the driver on which roads we need to drive on -

But before he could open the door, a flaming arrow whizzed past, inches from the stained window. Ben’s eye’s widened with surprise. ”What the-” he exclaimed. He looked back. “Maya, keep him safe,” he instructed. “I’ll deal with this.”

She nodded, thoughts and fear going round and round in her head - not for her, but for her newly born son.

Checking to see the coast was clear, Ben opened the carriage door and hurriedly leaped out, slamming it shut after him. Maya rushed over to the window, looking outside.

He grabbed one of his guards, a skilled archer, with fear etched around his face, by the shoulder. “Who’s attacking? Have we got a visual?” he asked, a little too hard on the man.

“No sir, they’ve only fired at least three shots,” He replied, his eye’s on the direction the arrow came from, a large hill. “it may be a group of undead bandits, they’ve been seen around this area.”

Ben cursed, and let go of the archer’s shoulder. He walked heavily up the gravel path, towards the hill, and with the menace of wanting to slit a throat, he unsheathed his spear.

It was a weapon of pure craftsmanship - and destruction. The long handle had been polished time and time again, until the wood no longer needed to be polished. It was engraved with tiny golden runes, and the bottom was topped with small dual blades, like a pair of wings. But the blade itself, 12 inches of magick-enhanced sharpened steel, was the prize jewel.

Ben raised the weapon. “SHOW YOURSELVES!” he bellowed. “I want to see the face of whoever dared tried to harm my companions, before I kill them!”

There was silence, as if there was no-one there, that Ben was simply hallucinating. Then…

A massive, dark shape rose from the ground on the hill. The thing itself was simply shadow - black waves wove around it like a disturbed puddle. The monstrosity reared its head, giving Ben goosebumps on his neck. “WHO ARE YOU?!” He shouted, a flicker of fear in his rasping voice.

The shadow’s revolving around the shape dissolved, and the men could finally see the monster for what it really was -

A tall menacing figure, twice the size of an ordinary man, with robes darker than pitch black, a slightly smoking chestplate made of a mysterious metal placed on its chest. Its face was unrecognisable, its hood pulled over the creature’s eyes, shadowing any other feature. The only visible skin was its hands - a ghoulish blue colour, rotten with scabs, slime (or vapour?) dripping off and disappearing on the ground. One of them was holding a massive scythe, the curved hook blade gleaming in the dull sun. It seemed to have a layer around it, pulsing with a strange aura.

The archers aimed immediately at the monster. The only mage was muttering a long incantation under his breath, and the two other warriors walked up and stood by Ben. “You have no business here, corrupted being!” cried one of the archers, an arrow nocked in his string, aimed directly at the creature’s head.

“We will let you live, if you step aside,” the warrior on the left added. The monster was silent, as if it was thinking. Then -

A rumbling sound came from within the hood of the thing. It was laughing at them, a gurgling, deep throttle, like the sound a shoe makes when it splashes into mud.

Ben frowned. Something wasn’t right here. Why was it laughing? And - wasn’t it an arrow that was shot at them? the creature was holding a scythe, not a bow...

His eye’s widened as he came to a sudden conclusion. “Fall back,” he said to his men. “Fall back now. He’s got -"

“Foolish humans!” the voice of the hooded being rumbled from its hidden mouth, interrupting Ben’s sentence. “I may be powerful, but I am not idiotic enough to come alone.”

All around them, undeads fluidly leaped from their hiding spots in the dense trees, landing with a thud on the ground. Zombie soldiers, mages and skeleton archers readied their weapons, decaying faces snarling at the humans. The men quickly formed into a circle, careful not to break ranks.

Ben turned back to face the leader. “If you’re so “powerful”, then how come I’ve never heard of you?” he asked boldly. “I’ve traveled through the entire province during this war. I don’t believe I’ve ever heard talk of a ghoul wielding a scythe heavier than itself.”

He thought he heard a snarl of anger coming from the hooded leader. it impatiently hit the ground with the bottom of its dreadful scythe. “I, am Charon!” he screeched. “Once the ferryman of the nether, now condemned to roam this pitiful place you call the province of Wynn.”

He spat, his unnatural saliva landing in front of Ben’s feet, evaporating before his eyes. He stared back up at Charon with his steely gaze. “And what is it, exactly, that you want with us?” He asked. His voice sounded calm, but his men could sense the anger trembling in his throat.

Charon tilted his head at his human foe’s, apparently unimpressed. “There is one among you that shines with magic the most painfully. We sensed him while patrolling for human survivors in ancient Nemract. Give him to us,” He offered coldly, “And we will spare the rest of you.”

The warrior on the right of Ben leant over to him. “Sir, what do we do?” He whispered. “They have us trapped, we need to give Charon what it wants -

“I am not going to sell one of my own men just so the undead get a quick meal!” Ben exploded at the warrior. He turned once again to Charon. “I do not accept your terms, Charon,” He replied angrily to the dark figure. “ You take none of us, or you take all of our cold, dead bodies.”

Charon’s head tilted straight. He spat with his horrid deep, rumbling voice. “So be it.”

He made a hand gesture for the undead to attack, and everything fell into chaos.

The mage had just finished muttering his spell, and a large, lightning-blue dome grew up from the ground with a loud unnatural shimmering sound, connecting at the top just before the rotting armour-clad skeleton archers released their bow strings with a small *Twang!* But the arrows either fell short or bounced off the gigantic blue shield. Ben rushed to the young mage, who was now kneeling over, exhausted. “Good job, private,” He said gratefully, as a warrior picked him up carefully. “Another second there and we would have been stuffed like porcupines.”

“Had to - do - something,” The mage said. “But it’s, drained most of my magic - I need to rest…”

The young tired man fell fast asleep in the warrior’s arms. Ben looked at the warrior. “Get him behind the carriage,” He instructed. The warrior nodded with understanding, and carried him over to the sheltered side of the carriage.

“SIR!” one of the archers shouted to Ben. “The dome is breaking! their arrows are starting to get through!”

“Dammit,” Ben muttered over the shouts of the hustling men and the undead’s snarling and moaning. “Form a line, facing the enemy! I don’t want to see a single gap!”

The cracks on the blue dome grew bigger and bigger with every arrow launched from the undeads bows, like a freakish tree growing incredibly fast. The men formed the line, a heaving wall of bristling spears and nocked arrows. Their dirt smudged faces grew grim with every rotting hand and bent iron sword hammering the mystic blue shield, slowly weakening it, until-

The bubble shattered, and a surge of undead feverishly swarmed into the clearing, eager to finish the tired war-beaten men. The soldiers yelled, and sprinted to the enemy, summoning all of their courage just to put another step ahead. The two lines clashed like waves, brutish rusting swords clanging against shining spears, arrows from both sides flying through the air. It was pure chaos. And in the center of it all was Ben, his spear flashing around him like a lions outstretched paw, ending his prey’s life. His face was terrible in anger, concentration sparking in his eye’s, blood from undead spraying across his armour, colouring it a dark shade of unpleasant green.

Ben quickly impaled a zombie from behind, and heaved the body over his shoulder, launching it to land on top of another surprised golden-clad zombie, pinning the groaning heap to the floor. Two skeleton archers appeared before him, their peeling bows aimed right between Ben’s eye’s. He flicked his spear, and the ground around the skeletons shuddered like a miniature earthquake. The dirt crumbled beneath their boots, causing the skeletons to trip and drop their bows with a *thud*. Ben rushed forward, and brought his spear around in an arc. It landed on the first skeletal archers mouldy leather helmet, slicing through leather - and the entire skull. The skeleton, which was kept together by corruption in the first place, fell apart, its main form of processing destroyed, now nothing but a pile of bones. The other skeleton stepped back, fear clouding its already dull mind. Ben grinned, and leaped towards it, swinging the spear up, uppercutting the undead into the sky. The force of the spell was too much for the skeleton, as it shuddered violently and exploded mid-air. small remains fell back to the blood covered road, like heavy white raindrops.

* * * * *

The dark shadow known as Charon had reappeared further from the fray, resting his magnificent scythe in the mud-soaked, trampled grass. He could see the entire fight from the hill, not even bothering to enter the battle. But now, he thought with a leer, this commander was starting to get on his nerves.

But despite him being the most skilled human there, Charon could sense that the clean magic emanating from him wasn’t as powerful as the surge of magic he sensed earlier. Which meant the annoying human wasn’t here. Which meant -

“They all need to die,” Charon growled to his iron-clad skeleton guard. “The bright one is not here. These humans must be eliminated. AND IF YOU CAN’T DO IT FOR ME,” he shouted to his followers over the din of battle, “THEN I WILL HAVE TO DO IT MYSELF!”

He leapt from his observing spot on the hill, unnaturally soaring through the air - and landed on top of an unfortunate Archer. He fell on his stomach, gasping under the pressure of Charon. He laughed horribly at the man’s pitiful attempts to throw him off, by desperately grabbing and pulling at his robe. He considered for a moment, then swung his scythe down into his head, where it lodged itself, blood trickling over his now lifeless eyes. “Consider that, as the end of your suffering, human,” he said quietly to the body. The rest of the humans stared, horrified.

“GAAAAH!” Shouted one of the humans. The tear-rushed warrior pushed past his commander and sprinted at Charon, his spear raised, shouting something dreadful.

Charon sighed, and swung his scythe through the air again. The human stopped in his tracks, and looked down at his own body, a dark red line ripped across his torso. He looked up once more at Charon, and - to Charon’s disgust - almost looked like he was at peace.

Then his body split in half and fell to the ground. Charon checked his scythe with satisfaction, running his thin bony finger over the edge, pleased with the humans horror and the respect he sensed from his undead brothers. “Come one, come all,” He said eerily to the soldiers, as he walked forward, flinging his scythe in his hand.

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Ben couldn’t believe what was happening. His soldiers - some of them, best friends - had been holding out against the swarm of the undead just fine, it even seemed like they were winning. But their leader just had to enter the fight.

His scythe was spinning through the air, slicing his comrades left and right, like a frenzy of gunpowder imps. He couldn’t do anything, he was just too fast -

Charon’s scythe hit the only mage, the last soldier, right in the side of his head, completely lopping it off. His body fell to the ground limply. The head rolled, and stopped at his feet, his face barely visible, a bloody mess of torn flesh. Ben sighed with despair, and prayed to the gods of Wynn that the mage’s soul would find a new body, and start a new and better life. Then he remembered Charon, and anger rushed through him. He looked back up to his undead foe, his eye’s wet but unblinking.

Charon placed the hilt of his scythe on the blood drenched mud, and leant on it, supposedly tired from the bloodshed. But Ben knew better. “You know, I was offered to become the herald of death once,” He said in his cold, harsh voice, attempting to make a conversation. “But I would have had to stop killing, and instead guide lost souls to Death himself.”

He chuckled, apparently amused by his comment. “But that didn’t really sound like me,” He continued, “So I stuck with my hobbies. Now that I think about it, that’s probably why I was banished from the Nether in the first place.”

Ben still stood rooted to the spot, his hand clenched on his spear. ‘This is it, then,’ he thought. ‘But at least if I go down, I’ll have my son to carry on my legacy.’

His mind then drifted to his son, still wrapped in blankets, fast asleep. Blissfully unaware that his father was about to die. His stomach rolled over with guilt.

Ben raised his spear. “All right then Charon,” He said. “Enough games. Let’s get this over with.”

Ben thought he saw a sharp toothed smile like a sharks grin, flashing from his dark hood. Charon straightened up, and grabbed his horrible scythe, swinging it through the air. Ben mustered every inch of strength he had left, and charged. “AAARRGGHH!” he yelled, as jabbed his spear forward, only to have Charon’s scythe coming right towards him -

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Maya could only watch Ben’s lifeless body slump to the ground, and had to restrain herself from opening the door and strangle her husband’s killer with her bare hands. But she knew that would never be possible. So she stared out the window, sobbing hardly, grasping her only son, knowing she could never look after him by herself, that once they had arrived at Ragni, Ben would have retired and settled down with her. But now that would never happen, because Ben was gone, and only Maya knew that his soul had only a sliver left before leaving his body. She cried silently for a while, still hugging the baby tightly. Time passed, but everything around Maya was oblivious to her. By the time she had stopped crying and looked out the window, it was raining, dark drops of water splattering the window lightly. She peered over to where the battle had been. Bodies were still strewn everywhere, but the undead - and their leader, Charon - were gone.

It would be safe to leave, she thought, but the carriage driver must be dead, so she couldn’t go anywhere in the car. But there were the horses, she thought, as she peered out the window, checking to see if the coast was clear. It was risky. Saints row path was a dangerous road to travel alone.

But what choice did she have? she couldn’t stay in the carriage any longer. So she wrapped the baby more snugly in his blankets, clipped up her coat, took a deep breath, and opened the door, launching herself into the freezing rain.

Within a minute, she was soaked through, layers of cloth doing nothing against the cold. The baby was wet as well, and started to bawl. Maya unfortunately couldn’t do much about that. Shivering, she searched for a horse in the murky rain, hoping they hadn’t all ran away. Her face lit up as she saw a large bulk outlined in the drizzle of water. Maya hurriedly ran over and climbed onto the nervous horse, its saddle and coat dripping water. Holding her son tightly, she cracked the reins, sending the horse forward, onward to her destination. She had almost forgot to look back at her husband, but by the time she remembered and looked, the battleground wasn’t visible, the grey rain clouding the horrible scene, never to be seen by her again.

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Prodigy is a bad math game, my teacher made the entire class play it, and it was boring.

Coolfood · Aug 15, 2016

SkySez said: ↑

Prodigy is a bad math game, my teacher made the entire class play it, and it was boring.
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What...

Procrast · Aug 15, 2016

SkySez said: ↑

Prodigy is a bad math game, my teacher made the entire class play it, and it was boring.
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Seriously, I might've played that game at one point as well, but it such a long time ago ;-;

Ten · Aug 26, 2016

Bump for this awesome series!

blankman · Aug 26, 2016

Can you please put this in spoilers?

Snek · Aug 26, 2016

One of the best lores on the forums. I'm addicted already!

Procrast · Aug 26, 2016

blankman said: ↑

Can you please put this in spoilers?
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*CLICKCLICKCLICKCLICKCLICK*
done

Ten said: ↑

Bump for this awesome series!
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GiantSnake said: ↑

One of the best lores on the forums. I'm addicted already!
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Thanks so much guys! Be sure to stick around for the next chapter! ;D

Voidfire999 · Oct 3, 2016

Toxicdrule said: ↑

Prodigy
A WynnCraft Adventure
Chapter 7
Unexpected Assault

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Lol jk
Sorry, I didn't mean to give anyone a heart attack xD
In case there are some new user's around that are interested as to 'what the hell is prodigy?' then boy, do I have a story to tell you. If you check the first page of this thread, you'll notice that the story starts there :)
Prodigy: A Wynncraft Adventure is a story I began developing at least 2 or 3 month's after I started playing Wynncraft, which was about 1 and a half years ago. Sure feels longer, but it wasn't too long ago.
Anyway, I stopped writing completely at least 6 chapters in, because simply put; I didn't like where the story was going. Also, I had a busy schedule at that point. Still do, in fact. But something happened today; something that made me feel like I could really get behind this story again, that I could look back and see what I did wrong. Which is why, coming soon at one point, I'll be releasing new & updated previous chapters, along with a brand new chapter 7!

Yeah, I know! That's like, the fifth time I've already said it in previous news!
So buckle up your pants, put on your big-boy cap (or big girl cap, whatever) and keep watching this thread, because no matter what happens after I post this thread, I am keeping a promise!
Oh, and one last thing. To the forum users that were with me from the start, that liked the original thread with added character biographies; thank you for reminding me constantly. This has all been done for your enjoyment :)
Peace!
@yosteric5 , @Papyrus , @OrientGamer , etc

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me jk jk keep it up write new stuff

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if you don't like the story you can always change it in small steps if you need help DM me

Inactive User · Oct 3, 2016

Voidfire999 said: ↑

me jk jk keep it up write new stuff

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if you don't like the story you can always change it in small steps if you need help DM me
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Necropost :(

(Meric) · Oct 3, 2016

Voidfire999 said: ↑

me jk jk keep it up write new stuff

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if you don't like the story you can always change it in small steps if you need help DM me
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..............
No! Your one of them! Your... your....... A NECRO PERSON!!!!!!!!!
STRIKE HIM DOWN!!!!!!!!!!!!

Moe_Ronickah · Oct 3, 2016

@Voidfire999 , please, don't necropost. There are enough zombies in the game, we don't need them walking around the forums.

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