A Material World
We live in a very material world. Owning everything possible is what truly makes a man. I'm proud to say that I own a lot and I own hard.
Whilst traveling through the vicious wilderness on the outskirts of Britain, I was accosted by three thugs. "Oh, my!" I thought to myself, "This could be trouble." I saw, out of the corner of my eye, a pendulous motion. Fear swept through me as I knew this could mean trouble. Just like that, I landed flat on my arse as a bola swept me off my ghostly steed. And with that, all of the hoodlums were upon me -- a precarious situation in itself, but one I was intimately familiar with. But such was not the end of my woes. That no-good do-goodder who threw me off my mount had an animal friend -- a giant bird that looked angry.
Times looked bleak, but I did my best to combat the foes and escape their dangerous trap. I healed myself with magic, but alas 'twas not enough. Within a few moments I was staring at my own corpse through gray goggles as my victorious foes rattled through my pockets for spare potions and reagents. But I was quick to action -- through the shimmering moongate I ran into the capable hands of one of Mondain's priests, a wandering healer for those with questionable pasts. I was quick to my feet and had my armor equipped in no time. My mana had not had time to regenerate, but I was able to regain my full health before I ran through the moongate, though any further spells would be difficult to cast.
I made a mad dash for my corpse, which was still surrounded by the hoodlums who had accosted me. At once they were all on me again, and with health draining, i summoned every bit of magic power I had to cast a teleportation spell as I was running, my foes quick behind me. Again and again, I cast the spell whenever I could gather the mana, all the while unquestionable doom breathing down my neck. As I continued to evade my pursuers, I ran across a fenced-in farm. "AHA! THIS WILL STOP THAT WICKED BIRD BEAST!", i exclaimed as I teleported behind the barrier. And to my utter delight, the fence proved too high for the beast to follow. And so, I rested a moment as my pursuers searched for an entry to my cage.
After a few moments, one of my attackers, a notoriously cowardly murderer by the name of Death Fox found his way into my sanctuary. "Vas Ort Flam", i exclaimed just moments before his cleaver found a hole in my armor. I hurled my explosion magick at the attacker, but he persisted. My mana was still low, and so serious measures had to be taken. I concentrated hard as I allowed him to pummel me. "An Mani", I chanted again and again, and soon, it was HE that was running. Breathless and near-dead, my attacker tried to make a break for safety, but it was too late. "In Sar" and his life was over.
I knew his comrades would be none too happy. They had not yet found me, and so I took a moment to save myself from any further bother by that wretched bird beast. "Por Corp Wis" I chanted several times as icicles bombarded the beast. Just as the bird's owner arrived, I cast my final spell and the beast was dead.
"You'll pay for this, vile scum!" the bird's understandably upset master yelled.
"Not likely," I said with a grimace.
And so, this archer-beast-master named Dread Lord, along with another notoriously cowardly murderer, Arkanis, were upon me through the fence. I entered into a Blood Oath with the coward Arkanis as I had my way with the beastless archer. With a "Vas Ort Flam", "Kal Vas Flam", "In Sar" he was done. And I quickly turned my sights to Arkanis, who was obviously cowling with fear. "In Nox", I yelled as I ran to stand as close as possible. "An Mani", "An Mani", "An Mani", I whispered, over and over as a barage of ice attacks pummelled the cowering archer. I took everything of value from their lifeless bodies and walked away, satisfied.
But wait! What is this?! Death fox's evil brother Livly fox was upon me before I could make it through the gate. I felt the familiar death-grip of the Strangle spell as Livly tore into me with his cleaver. But it was to no avail, I was well-rested and fully capable of handling a single assailant. He was quickly dispatched with a few fireballs, and I filled the remainder of my sack with the loot.
And the moral of the story is -- I'm better than you.
We live in a very material world. Owning everything possible is what truly makes a man. I'm proud to say that I own a lot and I own hard.
Whilst traveling through the vicious wilderness on the outskirts of Britain, I was accosted by three thugs. "Oh, my!" I thought to myself, "This could be trouble." I saw, out of the corner of my eye, a pendulous motion. Fear swept through me as I knew this could mean trouble. Just like that, I landed flat on my arse as a bola swept me off my ghostly steed. And with that, all of the hoodlums were upon me -- a precarious situation in itself, but one I was intimately familiar with. But such was not the end of my woes. That no-good do-goodder who threw me off my mount had an animal friend -- a giant bird that looked angry.
Times looked bleak, but I did my best to combat the foes and escape their dangerous trap. I healed myself with magic, but alas 'twas not enough. Within a few moments I was staring at my own corpse through gray goggles as my victorious foes rattled through my pockets for spare potions and reagents. But I was quick to action -- through the shimmering moongate I ran into the capable hands of one of Mondain's priests, a wandering healer for those with questionable pasts. I was quick to my feet and had my armor equipped in no time. My mana had not had time to regenerate, but I was able to regain my full health before I ran through the moongate, though any further spells would be difficult to cast.
I made a mad dash for my corpse, which was still surrounded by the hoodlums who had accosted me. At once they were all on me again, and with health draining, i summoned every bit of magic power I had to cast a teleportation spell as I was running, my foes quick behind me. Again and again, I cast the spell whenever I could gather the mana, all the while unquestionable doom breathing down my neck. As I continued to evade my pursuers, I ran across a fenced-in farm. "AHA! THIS WILL STOP THAT WICKED BIRD BEAST!", i exclaimed as I teleported behind the barrier. And to my utter delight, the fence proved too high for the beast to follow. And so, I rested a moment as my pursuers searched for an entry to my cage.
After a few moments, one of my attackers, a notoriously cowardly murderer by the name of Death Fox found his way into my sanctuary. "Vas Ort Flam", i exclaimed just moments before his cleaver found a hole in my armor. I hurled my explosion magick at the attacker, but he persisted. My mana was still low, and so serious measures had to be taken. I concentrated hard as I allowed him to pummel me. "An Mani", I chanted again and again, and soon, it was HE that was running. Breathless and near-dead, my attacker tried to make a break for safety, but it was too late. "In Sar" and his life was over.
I knew his comrades would be none too happy. They had not yet found me, and so I took a moment to save myself from any further bother by that wretched bird beast. "Por Corp Wis" I chanted several times as icicles bombarded the beast. Just as the bird's owner arrived, I cast my final spell and the beast was dead.
"You'll pay for this, vile scum!" the bird's understandably upset master yelled.
"Not likely," I said with a grimace.
And so, this archer-beast-master named Dread Lord, along with another notoriously cowardly murderer, Arkanis, were upon me through the fence. I entered into a Blood Oath with the coward Arkanis as I had my way with the beastless archer. With a "Vas Ort Flam", "Kal Vas Flam", "In Sar" he was done. And I quickly turned my sights to Arkanis, who was obviously cowling with fear. "In Nox", I yelled as I ran to stand as close as possible. "An Mani", "An Mani", "An Mani", I whispered, over and over as a barage of ice attacks pummelled the cowering archer. I took everything of value from their lifeless bodies and walked away, satisfied.
But wait! What is this?! Death fox's evil brother Livly fox was upon me before I could make it through the gate. I felt the familiar death-grip of the Strangle spell as Livly tore into me with his cleaver. But it was to no avail, I was well-rested and fully capable of handling a single assailant. He was quickly dispatched with a few fireballs, and I filled the remainder of my sack with the loot.
And the moral of the story is -- I'm better than you.
