Wills Story Corner

[Wills]

Ok well here is another story that predates RockHak. It too took place in the Valkurm Dunes. We (Rock, Hak, myself, and I think even Star might have been there to help as he had sj items long ago) were in the dunes trying desperatly to get those treasured sub job items. I believe Star was lvl 22-23 at this time, I could be totally wrong but what ever. So We split up in to two groups Stars group and, Rock, Hak and n00b Wills. So we are running around dodging Bogeys, Leechers and Gamblers. The banter going on between us was hilarious as we were all new to each other. Rock had just recieved his Lizard armour and was happy as Galkan in a Donut shop. We would fight Butchers and Ambushers. Macros flying left and right as blue text fills the screen. Looking for the infamous Ghoul. Star's group had killed 2 I think and no luck for the skull (Like they had a chance with me in the party... another story). When the three of us running single file Rock in front me in the middle and Hak bringing up the rear, foot step in foot step in the cool night sand we came up a dune. Only to find ourselves face to face with a Goblin Mugger and Butcher. Rock had stopped so fast that Hak and I ran right into Rock's caboose. Before I could register what had happened I heard the slick sound of a great sword being drawn from its sheath as Rock engaged the ugly beast. Hakaida instantly voked and attacked the butcher in one furious fluid motion with his sycthe . I was still like "Holy Shiat"! As I drew my sword and charged to join the fray. The cruel night only illuminated by the flashes of moon light off our blades would not sucumb to the light till one of us would fall. Hakaida swinging his scythe like the horseman of the doomed polished off the butcher and joined Rock and I in fight that would cost one of us our life and much valued xp....

This is a test if you would like to know the out come or hear more stories from RockHak let me know.

[Ikonic]

heh, hell yea. You're a great storyteller Wills. Such passion.

[Striveldt]

more more more, i can feel the sand stinging my eyes, the salty sea mist in my mouth as the cloudless sky finally allows the smallest relieving drop in temperature. Wills, your stories are all i have left of the game for a while now, and i need your descriptive descriptors to keep me feeling alive! MORE MORE MORE!

[Rockra]

boy that brings back memories thanx so much wills.

[Wills]

Ok well here is the continuation....... Enjoy (if you don't like it go to Russia)

When last we left the gobbie was at about 65% hp Rock and I at about 50% and now Hak with about 25% hp were entwined in a deadly dance. We swung our weapons to an imaginary beat of drums. Boom, boom, boom, as our attacks bit into the gnarly flesh of the Goblin Mugger. Seemingly unaffected by our tireless attacks the goblin returned each of or volleys with one of his own. The goblin switching his attacks between Rockra and Hakaida. Picking them apart with savage attacks. The words “The Goblin Mugger readies Goblin Rush” appear on the screen. Rock still taking the brunt off the attacks was down to about 15% of his health. Rocks sword falling tireless even with his substantial injuries. Hakaida swiping back and forth with his scythe trying to turn the hate in time, having used his voke on the Butcher. “Goblin readies Goblin rush” Rock still swinging defiantly, ready to accept his fate. When the macro “Hey Hozer! Come get some ugly!” fly’s across the screen. I step forward and voke the goblin just in time. The Goblin lets loose his disgusting attack upon my weak and battered form. Hak yelling “NO!” as my body is shot back from the force of the powerful blow. I am still not sure how but I managed to survive with 3 hp left. I awaited my end ready to make sand angels in the cool sand. Just when I thought it was over, Hakaida comes screaming across the sand using voke. Instantly the goblins sword slices into Hakaida as Hak absorbs a blow meant to send me to my home point. Just as it looked like we were in our darkest hour, and would never see the green forests of San’doria again. The goblin seemed to all most smirk as he realized he had us, we were finished. For the next hit on any of us would surely be the end. Our hp and abilities spent, our potions depleted, hope seemingly so far away… Hakaida and I ready to go, but we would not go willingly. As we charged the goblin to either slay it or be killed with scythe and sword in hand. Just as the sun seemed to lick the horizon, Rockra fly’s in front of the goblins charge his great sword flowing behind his massive frame, “Rockra uses Power Slash” shoots across the screen as his Great Sword comes down with a thunderous blow upon the vile goblin. The attack sliced into the Goblin turning his focus from us to Rockra. Rock grinning as the gobbies fatal blow came swift. Rockra falling to his knees grimaced at the gobbie as he fell to the ground in tandem to the rising of the sun. The gobbie turned to see why Rockra was so at peace in his final moments, what he saw would be his last. Unlike Rockra his last feeling in Vana~Diel would be of fear, as Hak’s scythe shimmering in the morning light sliced through the gobbies foul body.

Well there you have it, we have been friends ever since. Now understand I took certain liberties to make it more interesting to read. Rockra did die but Hak and I got him a raise shortly after. The funny part was that since it was a mugger that killed Rock, when Rock was raised he was naked! Yep big naked Galka in the Dunes!!!! We all had a good chuckle after! Well after Rock got his armor back as it came back after a time. But still ask him how mad he was when he was raised and he was BUCK NAKED!

P.S. Rock should I tell them, I think I shall. Rockra was wearing Wonder Woman under roo’s! Bwahahahahhahahahah!

[Ikonic]

Wow, Wills. If you ever start writing books let me know. I may just one day start to read something not from a computer screen again.

[Valhallodin]

Wow I really wish I knew how to read now.

[Slayerz]

Yay, for once a GOOD CANADIAN WRITER. lol i was seriously jealous of you guys, i wish i could have been there to fight too. keep the stories coming, that one was wicked my canadian brother

[Angellos]

Wills your the man when it comes to storys, makes me wish i was a noob with you guys back in the day........i probably could have if my first char hadnt sucked and i stopped playing him for a month.

[Antioc]

Agreed with hak, i could just see yas fightin the fight.....quite impressive literary skills ;D, lets have a book or two?

[Wills]

Wow its been awhile since I have added to this forum. I guess Slayers has attempted to fill in for a bit. How ever unsucessful, he has reminded me or dare I say it inspired me to write a bit. Here goes hope I can live up to the expectations out there. Now as always its a piece of the full story, let me know if you would like to hear the continuation please. Now its still ruff so please be kind lol.

A Whisper To the Past Through Sand

The blaring sun formed a perfect circle as its hot rays reflected off the never ending sand horizon. Sand, sand and more sand is all that could be seen as I pivoted in the harsh environment that was Western Altepa. The warm wind blowing across my face stinging as the sandy grit etched its way across my now red Elvaan skin. The sound of foot steps in the sand draw my attention. I turn to face a familiar figure coming across the dune towards me. A friendly wave and smile greet this cloaked traveler.

“Ikonic, greetings to you. Thank you for this help my friend” I say as I bow gratiously to the cloaked confident figure that was Ikonic.

“To you as well Wills, warm enough for you?” Ikonic replies with a sarcastic smile.

“Hah, hmm is my face not red enough yet? No worries soon we will be back among the green that is San’doria my friend, just have to earn that muslm first eh”. I say with a wry grin.

We both laugh cautiously as we both understand the peril that could very easily find us in this unforgiving wasteland. The sand veiled many horrors, the worst being the Antican an ancient race of insect humanoids that call this waste their home. Many an adventure has been felled by their ancient magic and blades, not to be killed but taken and stored to be eaten slowly in the sandy depths below. To suffer such a fate sends shivers down my now sweaty back. There were other terrible creatures that roamed the desert, but none as fearsome as the Antican. The Cactaur a miniature creature, basically a very angry cactus could be deadly if confronted alone. Others roamed the desert but the Antican and Cactaur would be all that we would have to be wary of we hoped.

Ikonic and I look at each other then slowly look down seemingly past the layers of sand, the realization that we would have to go below into the very home of the Antican setting in. Few have ventured to the home of the Antican a forgotten city now buried by sifting sand. The name of the city long lost as is its inhabitants. Remnants are all that remain, hollow caves filled with sorrow. Adventures refer to this baneful place as Quick Sand Caves, a foul place of sand spiders, beetles and home to the Antican colony. This now contaminated place called to us, taunting us to dare walk its halls.

“So is this worth it?” Asked Ikonic, even though he very well knew the answer that I would reply with. The question was more for my own sanity check.

“You know it, I will go to the brink for the artifacts of Drachen” The reply that Ikonic knew I would come back with.

It was the seriousness in my voice that answered Ikonic’s real question. The seriousness that he would never question but that his experience knew to test. We both knew and trusted each other’s skill and mettle. Neither of us would hesitate nor cower when the pressure squeezed and light seemed far. Ikonic knew my feet would always point forward, and my lance would not fail him. As I in turn understood Ikonic’s mind would never fail me, he would cast that final spell with his last breath. Our fear would have to be kept in check for this journey though. Sneaking into, let alone pilfering from a coffer chest in the heart of the Antican colony would send many adventures the other way. Few have the ability to not panic when staring face to face with an Antican Decurio or worse much worse. I could think of few I would trust, or crazy enough with such a dire quest.

“Let us get started then” Ikonic said as he turned east and began the long run to the mouth of Quick Sand Caves.

With that we started the quest for the fabled “Drachen Artifact”. As always single file we ran up and down sand dunes, around scorpion nests, past herds of dhamels. Dodging Antican scouts all while the blinding sun continued to cook our very beings in our armor. The heat was unbearable, the type of heat where you can hear it permeate every nook and gap in your gear. The shade being gobbled up by the flare above bore no relief for any. Still as always we carried on. The Anticans becoming more and more frequent told us that our trek was headed in the right direction. Rocks becoming more and more frequent were sure tells we were near. The rocky ledge just seemed to spring forth from the sand as we neared. We were close, very close. We knew not because of the terrain, but the cold feeling oozing forth from the entrance ahead in the distance.

“You smell that?” whispered Ikonic. As we tried to hide our selves as best we could from sight.

“Yes, smells like rot, old rot. Some one didn’t make it” I said trying to shift the mood as the hot putrid smell of decay burned my senses. It was a sweet cold smell, which seemed to carry the feeling of despair. Final moments of agony, carried upon but a wisp to our nostrils.

We made our way closer being careful not to make a sound. The Antican were there, we could smell them, we could feel their presence, we could hear the insistent clicking of their foreign tongue. The clicking grew louder, the smell stronger as we moved closer. Then before us the sand seemed to be swallowed by a half buried and shattered stair case leading down, down into the sands. The sounds and smells seem to spew out from the stair case ahead. I go to make my way towards when Ikonic quickly grabs my shoulder.

Well this is the first draft, it has many errors and what not. I shall refine it later, but thought I would see if there was any interest in this story. Ok, Laters!

[Ikonic]

More! More! I want to know how this story ends.

[Striveldt]

dammit dude, way to blue ball me

[Slayerz]

well, im glad my crappy story got u to write one finally, lets hear the end!!!

and stri, u have balls? not baseballs, but real ballz? wierd..