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MeSiC

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About MeSiC

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    Rabbit
  • Birthday 02/22/1991

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    xnhboi4lfex
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    http://www.freewebs.com/woc-guild
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    footballsafety34

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    Raleigh, NC
  • Interests
    Video games, duh
  1. Pker0zr and oldschoolpker and bagjummper

    wow this is super late... but pker0rz has also been removed from WoC/Blud guild with his 2nd, 3rd, and final warning, he is not perminently removed from the guild.
  2. i'll claim the 6k cotton order, thank you
  3. Buying 1k Health Essence

    need 1k he's for 6.3 ea. (aka 6.3k total) this aint a scam/rip/merch try. just i need the he's, pm me, and noone pming me with stupid crud like, (you'll never find a seller), cause fact of the matter is, ir eally dont care about your opinion 1k he's 6.3k, cash pm me ingame, no forum responses
  4. The Battle of the Forge

    thanks guys, but yea its just for fun, unless you decide to make me a story writer (please please please) lol, i usually write better, but i take no planning or revieweing when writing these nonsense stories on the forums, if you want tho, if someone would give me a topic, which i write better when i have one, i could write a story to my fullest potential thanks
  5. 1st Annual ~LE~ EL Seasonal Pk League

    Hey, i'd like to sign up my new pker im raising, i cant say the name, but pm me, and ill tell u the name and the stats and all that, pm mesic, and ill let you know all the other stats he has, thanks btw, hes super feather weight, and pker0rz, ur going down buddy
  6. The Lay of the Grandmasters way

    all i can say, is beast, i just wish i had the ideas u got running throught ur head, maybe then people would read my stories seriously, great job
  7. The Battle of the Forge

    It was high noon, and the evil warriors of Mortos rose over the hillock, downlooking onto the grassy gnole below, filled with noble warriors, blah, noble warriors indeed as they shined in their gleaming sun-beamed steel armor. The armies of Mortos, smirking in their dark and mysterious shadows, slowly emerged, to come forth into the carnage that was soon to take place, and to soon, decide the fate of Seridia... The armies of Mortos slowly marched down the hill, surprising the spread armies of Seridia, and placing them into a panic situation, as they had no leader present, no ranks formed, and no lines ready. All of their weapons and essences for battle were laying back in the forge, along with their valient leader, MeSiC The armies retreated quickly back into the walls of the forge, quickly stocking themselves with food, essence, potions, weapons, and beasts with which to do battle with. Yet, with all the preparations, the element of surprise was still with Mortos, and he charged his men, who teleported behind the walls and quickly began their attack, striking down man, woman, and child, for all could not live if Evil was to take root. MeSiC, seeing this destruction, in all haste threw himself at the oncoming Knights of Mortos, also known as the Pact of Kingdom Gratia, or PKG for short MeSiC's men, seeing the bravery and honesty in their leaders movements, threw themselves, too, at the attackers, forcing them to flee into the hills, and giving the Seridian Army, time to regroup, restock, and prepare for the next assault. But for three long years, the assault never came, day after day, week after week, nothing came out of those hills except the occasional chatter of birds, the rustle of chipmunks, and the whisper of the wind. Noone in the camp enjoyed these days; the women gone, the childrens laughter taken from them. So, as such, the morale of the men fell, and MeSiC only knew one thing that the men still enjoyed, freedom. MeSiC, speaking decisevely, and determitently, says, "Men, as we are laying here today, let us not think of the fallen men, the lost children, or the empty women, but let us just hink of the freedom that we now enjoy, and how it could soon be no more. Instead of all this sorrow, let us think of how to repel the force that threatens us, and make freedom once more possible, so that the women can return to our land and we shall become bountiful with new children. We shall not fail! We shall not falter! We shall not return, hide, and cower away while the battle still rages, with maybe not us, but with the world! Nay! We shall see this through to the very end and show that Seridia is deserving of its freedom! The troops begin to brighten, and look up, finally letting it sink in, that they can win. The men then begin to cheer, laugh, and prepare for the new assault, this time, on the Pact themselves. The troops marched out of the forge, and into the woods, looking for tracks, and beaten down sticks which would lead to the findings of Mortos, yet none were to be found. Until a young soldier, by the name of Airforce, stumbled apon an old tomb, maybe of Mortos long ago... Aircforce ran to MeSiC, shouting to him to hurry, and to bring the troops. MeSiC came, and opened the door, and revealed the armies of Mortos themselves, hiding in the very crypt that once housed Mortos. The Seridian army took no mercy on the Pact, and had them all slain where they sat, eyes still open and bloodshot at the lust for death that the Army desired. None survived, and none will ever live again. The Armies of Mortos, and the Pact of Kingdom Gratia are no more, all thanks to the valient work of MeSiCs army, the wonderful findings of Airforce, and the bravery of Seridia. While walking back to the forge, a green light shot out of the crypt, and Mortos himself, stood infront of the Army. The army, lusting more blood lunged at Mortos, but he deflected them all, looking for only one target, MeSiC himself. Mortos then threw himself at MeSiC, lunging his Slayer deep into the fiery bowels of he whom loved this land, and he who shall die the most gruesome death on its soil. Mortos then dissappeared into the night, with nothing but the memory of their fallen leader, in his last few moments of full health. MeSiC then called Airforce over, and said, "Air, you are the most mighty of my warriors, the smartest, bravest, and the most loyal that shall ever be, and it is you, that I wish to lead my armies, and the Army of Seridia..." And with that last breath, MeSiC, perished from these Eternal-Lands forever... Airforce, now incharge of the Army, withdrew back to the forge, and discharged the members, having them return home, until their Motherland needed them again. And so ends, the life of MeSiC, and so begins, the Story, of Airforce.
  8. The Song of MeSiC

    There stood a fork in the road, while a lonesome traveler shouldered his pack, and heaved himself down the road to the east, to Seridia, leaving Irilion in his wake. After leaving his troubles in Irilion, which was not exactly the most friendly of all places, he decided to try his luck, as a gambler, in one of the many taverns in Valley of the Dwarves, because of the talk of how many dwarves like to spend their money drinking and throwing it away. He found himself taking so many peoples money, that he unfortunatly had to leave there, never return, and return his name to MeSiC. The traveler watched, from the distance, as he saw many creatures playing, and wished to have them as his own, joyfully leaping at his side, rabbits, beavers, and deer which could become his friends. He took himself to the woods in the part of the country named Desert Pines. There he could find himself at peace with the many animals, in a natural and beautiful environment. The creatures moved around him, and eventually formed a shrine in his honor, which they placed a massive living tree, which was actually living, in his stead. Many people came to see this wonderful tree, and most actually touched it to gain some of it's magical properties. Calling out to the tree, he shouted, "Oh tree, of the ancient past, grant me wisdom, knowledge, and the strength to make it through the day". He did this every day, not sure why, seemingly bound to perform this meaningless task, but maybe one day it will have made him a better man... (And so comes the tale, of the Song of MeSiC) Running down the path, he looks behind, and the yeti reaches beyond the tree, it bellows an enormous scream, forcing down all warmth that had taken root into his heart. MeSiC ran down the path, out of the way of the wolves and pumas that guarded the road ahead, draining their life away with a simple spell and using it to fortify his own wim and need. He reached into his pack, and placed on his armor pieces behind a tree, finally equiping his Crown and his Claymore of the Emerald Isles. He reached beyond the protective grippings of the tree, and thrust his sword forward, beginning the fight with the yeti. MeSiC summoned many of his friends, the creatures and monsters he had grown so comfortable with to his aid, summoning Chims and the cute wonderful rabbits who he had known, (though that white rabbit fur doesnt seem to have the same 10 hp as it used to...). MeSiC then withdrew, and shot a bolt of harmful energy, which destroyed the last remaining health of the yeti. MeSiC, standing victorious over the monsters dead carcass, then departed towards his true path, the battlefields of Kilaran, where his guild expects him to do battle against one of the most evil guilds in all of these Eternal Lands... Coming over the crest of the hill, he sees the two guilds already doing battle, titanium armor flashing in the sunlight, the falcons over head, restless for the dead meat awaiting them, and the Cutlass's, Jagged Sabres, and Orc Slayers that lead the charge. In the back, the two guilds' mages stood firing off harmful spells, mana draining spells, and spells of life drain. The spellswords waited silently, hoping for the right moment to go in invisible and destroy the last remaining mages. MeSiC, who had just returned from the third continent, just discovered, drew his new Dragon Bone Bow, and his obsidian tipped arrows, and shot off several shots, into the unknowing crowd of mages in the back. They fell to his might, mage after mage, spellsword after spellsword, until the last remaining pieces of the guild, Pkg, died in the grass. The victorious Warriors of Chaos then raised their swords in triumph, as their savior, MeSiC, had finally come to their rescue. During the following months, after the relentless Pkg guild was defeated, MeSi spent his time researching summoning techniques, for more fearsome monsters, that he may have more powerful companions. The Yetis and the Giants now praised his name as he could now summon more of their race to help build the survival. After a few years, MeSiC began to see his armor degrade, so he then spent more time on it, and eventually found himself creating Titanium armor for him and his fellow comrades. Until one day, when a traveler decided that he wanted a bit of... free stoof... *knock knock*. "Hey, you! Inside!" MeSiC looked around, wondering who could have possible come to his door at this hour of the morning. He opens the door, and there stand the most feared man in all of these Eternal-Lands; Mortos himself. "You WILL create me armor Master MeSi, I have heard that all of your armor is superb in all attributes, and that only the best shall wear it. I am the best there shall ever be, so I shall have the best there shall ever be had." "Uhm, I really don't like you all that much.. you see, when i was a n00b, u kind of killed me with your little invasion of rats on Whitestone map..." "I really don't care all that much to be honest with you MeSiC, making you die is one of the most wonderful pleasures a man can have, especially when i get your free stoof." "Well, for only 135k I can create for you full Titanium armor, with a Orc Slayer and Crown of Life to boot." "110..." "130" "115" "125" "120......" "uhm........ 135k please (mortos just got owned)" "Gah, whatever, here take it....(trade window opens)... So how do i change the amount of gold i can place?" "*MeSiC sighs at the noob question but answers nicely*, You right click it, then you can delete and add numbers to create the amount you wish to trade." "Ok thanks, here you go... (double accepts the annoying but useful double accept button." And that is how Mortos got his beast armor, and now has fun running around with his stupid green name and owning everyone he sees with his stupid invasion monsters <-- (Mortos) Now, after that rude run-in with Mortos, MeSiC decided to explore the world a little more, and takes around two years to explore the art, of hauling iron. And this is how this chapter goes... "You Stopped Harvesting, You can't carry anymore". *repeats, over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over again... until he reaches around 10k sulfur*. MeSi takes a step back and looks at his storage, "Yeah! 10k Iron Ore! Finally I have enough for a week!" ^^And this is why nobody except The_Piper likes to harvest, at all^^(keep in mind, that the two years MeSiC took to haul iron, was the one weeks worth). Finally, MeSiC decides that he needs to slow down, and decides on one last journey, Total War with Pkg, all maps, full participation, total and complete, war. So MeSiC and Toomass decide to duke it out first, with MeSiC winning by a landslide victory, harming Toomass twice for 150 damage each harm, then hitting a pr0 228 damage shot with his Thermal Serpent Sword. (Toomass = PWN'D, ROFLMAOLOLOLOLOLOL). Toomass then speaks to his fellow pvp jumpers and says, with terminator voice, "We now kill the MeSiC, he has embarresed mes and all of yous, now, he dies, like a bug, little bug, bug little... and we squish him into ground like Falcon on a N00b in KF.. Now, we fight!"(This in no way, shape, or form shows any true feeling toward the Pkg guild, and is meerly a funny excerpt to make the reader laugh, please don't pwn me Toomass ) MeSiC, speaking loudly and with feeling shouts at his fellow comrades, The WoC guild, *co*, =HC=, ~LS~, and all those noob pk guilds he can't remember the names of. "Today, men, we fight for honor, valor, and the freedom of nations, we hope to seek out the triumph of the ages over this villanous creature of a 'guild', we shall send them back to the naralik sewers where they belong, and forever rid them from these holy Lands. Today we fight, today we die (and lose rostos), but we shall all be remembered, as the ones who drove this evil from these lands! From these rivers, lakes and streams! We are the ones who shall sacrifice everything, for nothing of gain! Today men! We die!" (All fighters face the statue of Mortos), "We who are about to die, salute you!" And of course, Pkg only has two people who type in the enemy combatent thing, pookies and toomass cause everyone else is scared to fite people who might actually be as good as them *gasp*. And the battle goes like this..... Pookies took a long walk off a short pier... (once again) Toomass = PWN'D, ROFLMAOLOLOLOL (god i love that death message) MeSiC speaks, "Thank you fellow brothers, for participating in this 22 second long battle, it has been won victoriously, and thank heavens none of you lost your rostos. *Looks at the noob in the back from the nub pk guild* What is wrong soldier? Why do you look so sad? Pker0rz says, "Toomass broke my fur cloak..." *Plays that annoying pokemon song when you heal at the pokemon center* MeSiC - *really really damn long sigh* ^^^ And this is why we all get the lvl 10 manu to make fur cloaks when ours breaks MeSiC now lives quietly, in these Eternal-Lands, in a holy house, in the lower half of Valley of the Dwarves, where he first made his start, in the mountain range, east of the river. Here he can live at peace with his animal friends, and his beautiful draegoni wife, who has birthed their first son, Pr0mAn. Maybe, he too, will become one of the most powerful people in these beautiful Eternal-Lands, yet for now, let us just think of the peace and prosperity of today and tomorrow. And so ends, the Song of MeSiC (MeSiC)----> big long PS: If you enjoyed the short story, let me know! don't be shy about it, if your not a member in the forums, let me know ingame throught a guild IG to WoC guild, or a pm, it's great to hear from you readers! second long big PS: I totally wrote the story/revisions suggested on a whim, and had absolutely no planning/proof reading/outlining at all, it's just how i did it, and if the story sucks, well, i think it rocks for taking around 20 mins of my time ALL STORIES, EDITS, QUOTES, AND THOUGHTS ARE NOT ACTUALLY REAL, NONE OF THIS ACTUALLY HAPPENED SO DON'T SEND ME MESSAGES ASKING ME IF I REALLY KILLED A YETI ON THE 3RD CONTINENT WHICH DOENST EXIST... THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS A DRAGON BONE BOW, AND NO, U DONT REALLY HAVE HUGE FIGHTS IN KF, THEY GET BROKEN UP INTO NOOBS RUNNING AWAY (me) AND THE REAL FIGHTERS. ALSO! NONE OF THIS ABOUT PKG (Toomass and Pookies) IS ACTUALLY REAL, NOTHING I SAID COULD EVER -POSSIBLY- BE WHAT I ACTUALLY THINK IN REAL LIFE, SO NO, THEY *COUGH* AREN'T PVP JUMPERS AND ARE CERTAINLY *COUGH* NOT NOOBS I love you Pookies even though u probably hate me right now for making you look like a total prick infront of all Eternal-Lands
  9. Glilin Reveals Secret Armor Recipe

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