MeSiC Report post Posted June 10, 2007 (edited) 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 Edited June 13, 2007 by MeSiC Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Enly Report post Posted June 12, 2007 Good story i like it You could add some more though, a little bit of dialogue might make it more interesting, as well as explain a little what happened in the (ten years later) and what not, instead of just jumping forward, dedicate a little space to anything that happened there. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
