by fuinharlz » Tue Apr 19, 2016 12:18 am NaoWhut wrote:ArvinJA wrote:I'm making a formal request for you to film when you're getting the skulls, it will be really interesting to watch what mighty warriors you managed to slay. Remember, video.
The 2 bodies that remained with us were
obviously alts, the one that you evacuated
was also probably an alt. You had maybe
2-3 decent characters there, some half
decent, and then a lot of alts.
For the folks that weren't there :The wizards had been laying siege to a
satellite village of some homies for several
hours. Their party consisted of about 10
players on average, sometimes more, and
sometimes less. For hours these brave
wizards walked the grounds around this
satellite base. They established a perimeter
of sorts; one alt with a fishing pole and a
spruce cap just idle in the woods, as well
as roaming wizards in patrols.
When first I approached on naked alts they
spent no time hesitating to kill them and
drag the bodies away from the site. They
didn't want me seeing what was going on.
I thought this odd, because people don't just
happily leave scents like that... but soon I
discovered the truth. Another of my alts
made it much closer, and was met with a
man on a horse. This man did not agro me,
he did not try to kill me at all. He simply
waited for another on a horse with a lynx
cape. Possibly arvin, possibly a rage alt,
there's really not much difference. The
poor alt died all the same. Finally I was
able to launch an alt by using a catapult
directly into the enemy territory. This little
alt ran all the way home, looking inside all
houses and the minehole to find any hidden
details before we went in. Strangely it was
almost as if they agro'ed me through walls
and past objects, but as i don't play too
often anymore i'm sure that was part of a
recent update. (Or secret wizardy)
Finally we decided to stop being pussies
and just give it a go! The obnoxious clip
clop of about 30 horses walking across a
stretch of pavement was ear rending, and
definitely not something i'd wish on even
the gayest of foes. Now the sun had started
to rise, and there was a thin layer of fog
creating dew on the hearthlands. It was
rather pretty if you didn't look to your
left or right and notice the large wall of
horses topped with hearthlings strapped to
the teeth with their fighting pants.
As we approached the fog grew thicker,
and began wafting around our horses with
every stomp forward. Our formation was
held right until a wizard emerged from the
fog. He stood there, unfazed just staring
at the sky from his jet black horse. It was
almost as if he didn't notice us until the
wizard behind him riding a startling snow
white horse put his wand to his throat and
a booming echo filled the grounds."MUGGLES APPROACH FROM THE EAST, RETREAT AND REGROUP.
At this the stoney wizard atop his black
horse seemed to come alive, and began
to instantly run without looking where he
was going. His horse smashed into a brick
wall, throwing the helpless wizard to the
floor. This was not platform 9 and 3/4.
It was as if he resigned himself to his fate,
obviously a throwaway of their wizarding
ranks. The poor bastard ran directly at
us with his wand held high and shouted
with all his might..."AVADA KEDAVRA"
This may have been frightening.... if he
was not holding his wand backwards. He
fell to his knees and slowly exhaled his
last breath as his eyes closed. Our wave of
horses swarmed past him, parting the
formation so as not to trample this brave
soul.
Now our wave turned into a spear head,
and i was privileged enough to be near the
front! I attacked other rider's horses and
pushed them from their saddles. It was
glorious and i felt like laughing a sadistic
laugh among the chaos. Just as the thought
emerged it was quickly sunk, for a bolt of
green whizzed less than an inch from my
skull. I remembered where i was, and
continued riding. Finally one of their men
had been torn from his horse and was in
a frantic panic trying to chase after it.
The fog parted as he was thrown to the
ground, his wand was torn from his hands,
and a blade was slammed directly between
his shoulders. I could just faintly hear his
last cries in the dimly lit dawn as my horse
carried me onward towards the wizards.
Flashes of color from the wizard's wands
became all the more seldom from this point
on. There were occasional screams from
random directions in the mix of fog and
dust knocked up from horses on both sides.
Just when i thought it was over i looked to
my left and realized the rider was not one
of mine, but rather he was the wizard in
the Lynx cape i had seen earlier! The one
who killed my scout! We'll call this wizard
Rajalt. Rajalt took off and clung to his
horse for dear life, as if it was his only
chance at survival. I rose my hand and
brought it down hard on the horse's skull.
The impact created a resounding crack
that echoed through the morning, and the
poor horse fell limp immediately, tossing
Rajalt from it's back. Rajalt stumbled a
few steps and then began sprinting with
an intensity that tore at the earth every
time his foot landed. Even with his wizardly
speed, a horse will always be the king of
the hearthlands. In mere seconds i was in
front of him, blocking his path with a
wicked grin on my face. I prepared to strike
when 2 of my fellow riders came from
behind and decapitated him in an instant.
As they passed me i heard wooping shouts
and talk of a new PvP god.
I sighed and left the pool of blood and
shreds, that used to be a wizard, to rot.
At this point surely the battle was over,
yet i heard a friendly voice screaming for
aid, and so i went. I found myself this time
at the very front of formation charging in
to the remaining wizards, and quickly
changed my mind on being so far behind
enemy lines. I saw wizards of all sorts, one
apparated away in the distance, and one
leaped from his horse onto the back of another.
There was no hope of catching them all,
my horse was already exhausted... but then
i noticed the famous wizard Troll had been
separated from his brethren! This would be
quite the story to tell! Our riders circled him
and herded the dangerous wizard to a cliff by
the sea where he would surely perish. We
had formed a wall holding him to the edge
of his demise, some of us yelled taunts, others
watched closely for any tricks... and then all
at once the wall of horses drove in on him.
The pounding of hooves sounded like a full
scale avalanche barreling towards the lone
wizard. His defenses were down. It was all
over now... but he jumped from his horse and
off the cliffside. We saw a splash and hoped
perhaps the fall had taken him, but then the
man himself broke the surface with both
middle fingers raised shouting"MISCHIEF MANAGED MOTHERFUCKERS!"
Tricky wizards.
When we arrived back at the blood stained
grounds of the satellite the shredded corpse
of Rajalt was gone, I stared at the spot for
a few moments as the rest of the riders had
begun to break out alcohol and stomp out
the attempted wizard siege. I could have
sworn Rajalt died there, but no one could
find the body... he was gone. This is not
over yet.... there is dark magic at work.
Hope ya like, thanks for the fun!
First things first: nice writing! I really like it.
About decent and half decent characters... I'm not an alt and I'm not even half decent =( (but I know how to run better than no one
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