"What If?"

Hi everyone, it's me, <deleted>.  i was talking with and the topic of my past work when i was the alliance executive in Guild Wars with Baumer came up.  of those we talked a little bit about the "What If?" and Jarhoc was wondering if i could post it.  

Now before i start with the post i'll give you a little bit of information about it.  this epic, and yes it's an epic, is 148 pages long, single spaced, size 10 font, 8 1/2 X 11 paper, etc... i made one chapter a week with almost no interuptions and posted it on the Guild and Alliance forums.  i will warn you, it is very audience spesific as it refers back to Guild Wars a LOT i cannot stress how much you need to know about Guild Wars to get all the little things throughout the epic.  

Guild Wars, for those that don't know what it is or never played is almost identical to World of Warcraft except three main things:  it's less cartooney, all players are humans, and it has NO monthly fee.  there are classes of people, called professions, and they are Assassin (knives and sneaky), Monk (heals and protects... some smite), Paragon (leadership and throws spears, somtimes shown with wings), Ritualist (talks and summons spirits), Dervish (uses a scyth and very spiritual), Warrior (takes a beating and dishes it right back), Elementalist (Wizard), Necromancer (summons unholy creatures and casts curses... he likes to cut himself too), Ranger (bow and arrow, very handy with a pocet knife and some string), and Mesmer (gets into your head).

The plot of the epic is anything but original.  plain and simple, the people that play the characters somehow get sucked into the game and become the characters they played.  all of the good guys are real people who i knew through guild wars, while the bad guys were made up because i didn't want to tick anyone off.  Admiral Baumer was in it as Count Baumer, an elementalist.  i was in it as well as <deleted>, the badass monk.  hey, my epic, i can be a badass monk if i wanted to.  the epic follows, loosly, the plot of the game, especially at the beginning.  however once people start tampering with stuff things change around.  

Anyway, i hope you like it.  word of advice, pace yourself... it's rather long.

technical difficulties... will be up soon

HEY LETS GO ALREADY. hehehehehe

well the bad news right now is that it can't be posted until i find a way around the kinda sorta glitch. what it's doing is changing characters around in the "translation" to the forum's text so that it will look pretty confusing when you try and read it. i'm still looking and hopefully will eventually find a way to post it.

Jordan suddenly found himself in a place that looked
familiar, but yet didn’t. Last he knew
he was at his girlfriend’s apartment talking with her brother about Guild Wars
and helping him with a quest in pre-sear.
But Jordan was now in a new location, a location that he
recognized because he had been here time and time again, but yet never stepped
foot in it. He was actually inside Ascalon City. Disoriented, he turned around
to see if he was here or just hallucinating.
When he turned, he didn’t hear the rustling of clothing, instead he
heard the clanking of steel. He looked
down and saw that he himself was changed as well, he was wearing Lojor Carde’s
15K Sentinel Armor.


What the hell?” Jordan asked in his confused state.


It’s about time you showed up,” stated Medic right
behind him. Medic looked the same as he
does in real life, but he’s wearing the armor of Valis Medic in the game. “Stone, Baumer and I have been here for about
20 minutes trying to figure out what’s going on.”


“How the… ok, what IS going on?” asked Jordan.


“All we know so far is that we are our real life
selves and somehow got sucked into the game.
Kinda like Tron,” answered Baumer.


“Yeah, they didn’t like my Jumanji analogy, so they
decided to go with Tron instead.” inputted Medic.


“We were in the middle of a Sr. Council meeting
when you showed up,” stated Stone, “care to join us?”


“Ok, first, who all is here, and how do we get them
organized and stay together?” asked Jordan.


“Way ahead of ya there bud,” answered Baumer. “We have the Jr. Officers down by the
merchants gathering up the guild, and filling them in on what we know so
far. So far everyone in the guild is
accounted for and then some.”


“And then some?” asked Jordan.


“Yeah, everyone that shares an account with someone
else, all of them are here,” stated Medic.
“Including Vanessa, who, by the way, we’ve promoted to Jr. Officer since
she has never been a Sr. Officer but knows enough about the guild to do some
good.”


“I’ll agree with that decision,” stated Jordan. “Are there
any other guilds?”


“There haven’t been any more guilds, but there are
all of the NPCs, and a lot more.” answered Stone.


“What do you mean?” asked Jordan.


“You know how Ascalon, along with all of the other
towns seem so small, some of them you could even fit into your back yard if you
wanted to?” asked Baumer.


“Yeah,”


“Well now Ascalon is a city. We’re talking huge. It will take us about 10 minutes to walk back
to the rest of the group, where before it would have been just down the
hill. Well there has been an increase of
NPCs to match, and they are no longer just NPCs. They have personalities and free will from
how it seems.” stated Baumer.


“So how would we get back to real life?” asked Jordan.


“We don’t know.
If we knew how we got here, it might be easier.” answered Medic.


“That’s why we’re meeting, to decide where to go
from here.” stated Stone.


“Well we’re at least in a town, which means we’re
safe from any baddies, right?” asked Jordan.


The three looked at each other after that question.
“We’re... not so sure.” stated Baumer.


“What?” asked Jordan.


“Well there are a few reasons why we don’t think
it’s safe. First off, you have the King,
and he’s somewhat cruel and overbearing in his rule. He also has a massive army backing him.
And if I recall from reading that little book that came with the game,
Ascalonians aren’t huge fans of guilds,” stated Baumer


“The other problem is the fact that we’re currently
in pre-sear, and Monty suggested a chilling possibility, what if we don’t get
out before the searing?” said Medic.


“Oh shit…” responded Jordan. “Well then
we need to get to our guild hall, at least we know we’ll be safe there.”


“Yes we will, but we don’t know when the searing
will occur. Or how to keep from dying
when it does.” stated Stone.


“But, at the beginning cinematic, don’t they say
‘The last day dawns?’” asked Jordan.


“Well then I guess we know when the searing
happens, sometime today.” Stated Baumer.


“We need to get to that cave, the one that you go
to when you sear, or else we’re all dead by tomorrow.” Said Medic.
“Where is that cave?”


“We have to talk to Sir Tydus. He’s the one that stands on the pedestal and
you’re not supposed to talk to him until you are absolutely ready to go,”
answered Jordan.


“What if we could just get there and not have to
worry about doing any missions or quests along the way?” asked Baumer.


“If we can get through the locked gate, sure, but
Tydus is the one with the key,” replied Jordan.


“Then I guess that settles it, we’re enlisting for
the Ascalon Army,” stated Medic.





“At this time, we ask that any individual that has
ever been an officer in KoV please step forward!” announced Burgon. He, Nuke, Blade, Monty and Vanessa were all
trying to keep things calmed down at the bottom of the hill from where the
meeting was.


“What’s your game name and rank before you left the
guild or the game?” asked Nuke who was in charge of taking roll.


“Sir Aargon Ageroth, Sr. Officer of KoV.”


“Slim, Jr. Officer of KoV.”


“Ninji, Jr. Officer of KoV.”


“Dorwin, Sr. Officer.”


“Drizz, Jr. Officer.”


“Vali, Sr. Officer.”


Nuke was busy writing all of the names on the
parchment that Monty provided him from his storage.


“Ok, you six have all been drafted to become Jr.
Officers, because we need all of the help we can get. Welcome to Ascalon.” stated Monty.


“What do you need us to do?” asked Argon.


“Keep people calm, take roll, and at least appear
that you know what’s going on.” said Blade.


While all of the organizing was going on, the
merchants along merchant row were getting upset that KoV might be scaring away
the customers. After they discussed it
with themselves one of them left to go warn a guard. Eventually word made it all the way to the
palace.


“Sire!” announced one of the guards.


“Yes soldier?” asked King Adelbern.


“There is a guild massing near Merchant’s Row here
in the city!”


“What are their intentions?” asked the King.


“We do not know, but the merchants claim they are
scaring away all of the customers.”


“I shall go meet with this guild, bring me my sword
and shield.” he commanded.


“Yes sire.”





“Ok, so in the mean time, since we’re all wearing
our armor from the game, do we know if we are able to use our skills?” asked
Jordan.


“Nothing yet, they’re supposed to also be working
on that down the hill.” stated Medic. “I
have found, however, this nifty little pocket that defies physics. In it, it has every armor set I own, for
every profession, and also has every weapon I will ever need. I assume you all have this pocket as well.”


“Yeah, I was noticing that earlier.” stated Baumer.



“I guess... you can change your professions to
whatever character you’ve played before.” suggested Stone.


“I certainly hope so, because right now I’m the
only monk we’ve got.” stated Medic. “But
anyway, what I was saying is we have weapons, just no skills.”


Medic pulled out his holy rod, it was a lot like
what it was in the game, but this time it was real. There was what appeared to be a gyroscope at
the end with some sort of a singularity in the center that was blinding to
anyone who looked directly into it.
Suddenly Medic turned to Jordan. “Did you know that you’re bleeding?”


“I am?” asked Jordan.


“On your shin, how do I know this?” asked Medic.


“Maybe the skills are just coming to you as second
nature.” suggested Baumer. “That would
make this a lot easier if it is.”


“Hey guys!” shouted Nuke as he was huffing and
puffing after he ran here. “We have a problem, the King wants to know what
we’re doing here, and who the leader is.”


“Time to go,” stated Stone as they all got back up
and started making their way down the hill.


As they were making their way down the hill Jordan outran all of them as though they were just
walking. “Come on!” he shouted. Suddenly all of them started going faster.


“You don’t suppose...” Baumer said between breaths.
“that Jordan just used charge and sprint do you?”


“Possibly, but I don’t know if he knows he’s doing
it on purpose.” responded Stone.


“We just need to know when to do what skill on
command, right now we haven’t.” Medic stated.



The five made it to the rest of the guild in
spectacular time. When they arrived they
saw Monty trying to explain what was going on to the king.


“No sir, we are not trying to scare people away
from anything, we are just a tour that’s here to see Ascalon.” stated Monty as
he was being stared down by about a dozen Ascalon soldiers.


“Tour? Where
are you from?” asked the king.


“Valis! We
are from the region of Valis.” interrupted Medic.


“Valis? I
have not heard of such a place!” shouted the King.


“It is a new region, and its south of here, near
the desert, sire.” stated Medic


“I’ll let you talk to him, I don’t think he and I
will get along very well.” said Jordan under his breath.


“I assure you, king, that we are not looking to be
any trouble.” continued Medic.


“How long do you intend on staying here?” inquired
the king.


“We hope to be out of the city by nightfall if that
is ok with you, sire.”


“Then see to it, but if I hear of you causing
havoc, I will personally have your head.” threatened the King.


“Yes, sire.” responded Medic. And with a low bow, the king and his men left
to go back to the palace.


“Forgive my father, friends. He is not keen on making friends with
outsiders.” stated Rurik. “I see that
you are all wearing guild capes, what guild be you?”


“We are the Knights of Valis, sir.” announced Jordan proudly.


“I believe I have heard of you, what brings you to
Ascalon?”


“Well, to be honest with you, we have heard reports
of Charr south of the wall, and we are investigating the situation.” Stated Jordan.


“Charr? South of the wall? This is cause for
investigation indeed, where do you hear they are at?” asked the prince.


“They have been sighted in the cave across the lake
from this very city.” stated Jordan.


“I shall get my sword and join you on the hunt for
those savage beasts!” shouted Rurik as he made his way toward the palace.


“Was that really the best plan?” asked Baumer as he
turned toward Jordan.


“Well it’s the one we’re going with now,” stated
Stone.


“Ok everyone, listen up!” announced Medic. “The
searing occurs this very day, we are on our way to shelter from the rocks in
hopes that the cave in real life is as strong as the one in the game.”


“The cave is crawling with Grawl in the game, how
do you propose we clear it?” asked Ni Chin.


“When I see this guild I see over 50 people who are
wearing full armor and are wielding weapons.
We propose we use them on the handful of Grawl inside the cave.” Medic
responded.


“Everyone needs to get ready, for we move out when
Rurik gets back, I am sure that with 50 of us and 10 of the Grawl, and with
Rurik helping us we should be able to clear out the cave with ease.” stated
Jordan. “And we promise you, that
although we don’t know how we got here, we will not rest until we find a way
for us to all get back home.”

i am loving this story, but i needs pics of hot girlies too.

Chapter 2: Spelunking





65 people were all dressed in Warrior, Dervish,
Paragon or Ranger armor ready to go into battle. Most of the guild was over 18, although there
was the occasional little bother or sister.



“Warriors with shields, line up in the middle. Warriors with hammers, line up on either side
of the ones with shields. Dervishes
spread our around the formation. Rangers
and Paragons stand right behind the warriors.
All of you who do not have any of those professions, stand behind the
rangers. This formations is called a
Phalanx, and the point of it is to be a wall with sharp, pointy things cutting
up the baddies. Stone and Medic are in command of the line while Baumer and I
will be escorting Rurik in case he does something stupid. For all of you who have seared, you know how
he gets.” Stated Jordan.


“Excuse me, but is this a bad time to ask where our
arrows are?” asked Medic. “And for that matter, where are the extra spears?”


“They’re kind of imbedded in your armor’s
shoulder. When you need one there will
always be one right behind your dominant shoulder. As for the spear, it duplicates itself when
you throw it. So the spear never leaves
your hand, but the double does.” Stated
stone on the other side of the ranger line.



“That’s... awkward.” responded Medic.


Medic reached back behind his right shoulder and
found the feathers on the back of the arrow, and drew it. “I’m going to fire a test shot. Just for the fun of it.” Medic aimed the arrow high, pulled back, and
let it loose. The arrow soared, 50...
100... 150... 200 yards. “Holy crap, I
did not know I could launch something that far on a flatbow.”


“Guys, I think I discovered something.” stated
Nuke.


“What?” asked Stone.


“Well, the ranger armor has it’s own pocket, like
the other, only it’s not an inventory. I
think it’s everything you’ll ever want for ranger skills. There are spikes, snares, gunpowder (I assume
that’s for the flame trap), poison, kerosene, Troll Ungent bottle, flint,
there’s a bunch of stuff in here.” said Nuke as he was digging around. Soon all of the rangers were looking in their
extra pockets. “I think we can set traps
in front of the warrior when we get in position.”


“Sweet, the more traps the better.” Stated Blade. “The less baddies that get to
us the better.”





“Excuse me, Prince Rurik, Warmaster Tytus, we’re
ready to enter the cave.” stated Baumer.


“Then let us go then, there is no time to lose!”
shouted Rurik as he drew his Fiery Dragon Sword. The FDS was quite a sight. All there really was, was a dragon’s head
with it’s mouth open. But when Rurik
pulled it out of it’s sheath, the dragon produced such a flame that one could
not look directly at it.


“Forward march!” shouted someone from the formation
when Jordan and Baumer got within sight range.
Remarkably, the entire line moved forward into the cave as though
everyone had trained for this for weeks.



“Your forces are very disciplined.” remarked Rurik,
“however, we do not have time for a luxury such as that, we must rush the cave
else the Charr will escape.”


“Prince, does this cave not have only one entrance
and exit?” asked Baumer.


“Nay, there are many, we must clear the cave with
swiftness.” responded Rurik.


Baumer and Jordan looked at each other with fear on
their face. Jordan then ran ahead to Medic to warn him of what the
Prince told him. “You better learn how
to heal, and do it quick.”


“Ninji! Slim! I’m pulling you off of the front
line, come here quick!” shouted Medic.


“What up boss?” asked Slim.


“We need to get into our monk stuff in case we
suddenly figure out how to use it.” Medic told them.


“So we need to strip right here and change? Before we were able to at least find a back
ally to change in.” complained Slim.


“I don’t know what you’re talking about, I’ve beet
waiting for a naked dance party all day.” stated Ninji as he stripped down to
just a lion cloth.


“Well unfortunately, we don’t have time for that.”
reminded Medic. “You see Rurik up there?
He’s about to charge into battle, and we need to keep him alive.”


“Well I am dressed now, so I’m good.” replied Ninji
who was just wearing a lion cloth and his tattoos.


“Oh yeah, you didn’t use armor like the rest of the
monks did you?” asked Slim.


“Nope, being Naked made me feel free.” stated
Ninji.


Medic and Slim were finally able to get their armor
changed, and they did it before Rurik made it completely down the hill.


“Ok, I’ll go with Rurik if you two stay with the
group, but if I shout for help, break formation and help me.” ordered Medic.


“Will do boss.” stated Slim as he and Ninji got
back into formation.


Medic ran to meet up with Rurik, Jordan and Baumer.
“Greetings Prince!” shouted Medic.


“Greetings friend, join us as we rid the cave of Charr.” responded Rurik.





Medic fell in behind the three warriors. The front line started to run to hopefully
stay ahead of Rurik so he doesn’t die.
Once they got to the entrance of the cave, they saw how massive it was,
and how dark. They could all hear noises
coming from deep in the cave, everyone could recognize that they were the
murmuring growls of the Grawl. People
were also able to spell the smoke from a campfire, and eventually were able to
see the light of it reflecting off of one of the walls.


“We will need to rid this cave of Grawl before we can hunt for the Charr beasts,” ordered Rurik as he took
off running toward the campfire. The
front line also took off in a run to keep up with Rurik, while Rurik’s
bodyguards were struggling to keep up with the prince and fearing the
worst. With all the clamoring of metal
and foot stomps, the Grawl quickly heard everyone coming. Their murmuring quickly turned into shouting,
and the wall with the light flickering on it turned black with the shadows of
Grawl running towards Rurik and the KoV.



“We need light!” shouted Stone to the other
rangers. All of the line stopped as the
rangers lit their arrows on fire and launched them. Dozens of burning arrows arced across the
cave with grace and landed in the dirt and dust of the path ahead. Then people realized exactly how many Grawl
their were. Unfortunately, there weren’t
two or three groups of three. There were
enough Grawl the match KoVs numbers.
“Fire at will!”


Had things gone to plan, everything probably would
have been fine, however Rurik was out for blood and didn’t want to wait. He went around the left side of the line to
get in front with the three bodyguards following. The arrows of fire were being fired at a rate
that there was always light overhead.
“Come friends, we mustn’t let the rangers have all of the glory!”
shouted Rurik over the Grawl battle cries.
Baumer and Jordan were both able to sprint in front of them and Medic
fell behind. Soon, the Grawl were being
brought down with the arrows, though it seemed to take a dozen arrows to do
it. A few Grawl saw Rurik and started
making their way toward them. One Grawl
lifted it’s hammer high above his head to bring it down on Rurik when something
clicked in Medic. Without knowing how,
Medic pointed his holy rod at Rurik and a light blue glow covered the
prince. When the hammer was brought
down, the light blue glow seemed to deflect the blow, leaving Rurik with
perfect health. Before the hammer could
be lifted back up though, Rurik was able to cut the beast four times with his
blade, causing it to fall to the ground, dead.


Jordan was the next target with two Grawl on him. Medic cast another enchantment on him, and Jordan was able to dodge and block virtually every attack
the Grawls were throwing at him.
Eventually, one slipped by and knocked Jordan down. “Holy
crap that hurt!” he shouted. “Ok, that is it.”
Jordan got back on his feet and stabbed one in the heart
while blocking a blow from another. The
one Jordan stabbed fell limp, and slid off the sword. The other Grawl was stopped by Baumer and his
axe. One swift chop on the Grawl’s
shoulder cut the whole arm off.
“Thanks,” said Jordan.


“No problem, I needed something to do anyway,”
replied Baumer.





“Hold your position! Do not let anything get
through!” shouted Argon as the Grawl got closer. The sheer number of Grawl were just
overwhelming the rangers, they just weren’t bringing them down. The traps were now set, the phalanx was in
line, and now all they had to do was wait.
The first grawl was close enough to start up his swing, so as he was
running, his hammer went way back behind him, but before he could swing, the
traps were triggered. The Grawl
disappeared behind a wall of fire dust, and spikes. Several of the other Grawl suffered the same
fate as the first. Eventually all of the
traps were tripped, and the last defense were the warriors in front. The battle was going surprisingly well, since
the line of warriors didn’t move, there wasn’t much the Grawl could do save for
knocking them down. However everyone had
such a firm footing that even if they hit them with their hammers they did not
fall. It wasn’t until they got to the
ends of the line where it started to become a concern. Those places were where the hammer warriors,
the ones without shields, were.


Cathie, however, met them head on. The Grawl aimed for her head, she ducked and
swung her hammer knocking the Grawl to the ground. “Mine’s bigger,” she said
with a smile as she finished the job and pounded the Grawl while he was down on
the ground. Soon the Grawl came to the
discovery that they were out matched and retreated.


“Good work friends!” shouted Rurik to everyone.
“Now let us proceed to the Charr that we are hunting!”

Also, for all of those who are wondering how i was able to finally post this, Baumer took the time to meticulously go through and make it right again. Therefor i would appreciate it if you all would join me in thanking Baumer for his hard work and dedication not only to this one post but also to the whole organization we have here.

Yes I quite agree Baumer has worked tirelesly on creating this fourm and the hub and on keeping the fleet together so I whole hartedly congratualte baumer on all the effort and dedicated work he has done to make what this fleet is toaday.

It’s been about two hours of searching since the
battle against the Grawl Camp. KoV had
all but lost all hope of actually finding the Charr, and some even think that
they have been going in circles. No one
really wanted to say anything though, because at least they were in the cave,
and while in the cave they are safe from the searing.


“What are we doing here?” Zack asked Brian.


“Well... YOU’RE being a girl, as for me, I don’t
know.” Brian replied.


“No really, I mean, I played this game maybe once
and now I’m stuck in this cave looking for something that’s going to kill us, and
we’re lost to begin with.” Zack answered.


“If I remember right, we’re hiding from very big
rocks that are going to fall from the sky.
But I could be wrong, I never payed any attention to the plot, I just killed things.”


“Yeah, me too.
So why are we here? Why don’t we just sit at the mouth of the cave, wait
for the rocks to fall, and then go find someone who knows how we can go home?”
Zack asked.


“I’m sure they know what they’re doing up there, I
mean they obsess over this game.” answered Chelsea.


“Yeah, I’m sure they take day trips here often.”
sneered Zack. “HEY! Jordan! Come here!” Zack shouted to the front.





Jordan, thinking he heard his name turned around. “Did someone call my name?” he asked.


“Yeah, Zack shouted for you.” Medic answered.


“Zack’s here?” asked Jordan.


“Yeah, and Chelsea, and Brian.” responded Baumer.


Jordan was looking for where they might be, “I... I can’t
see or hear a damn thing in this helmet, it’s like I have a bucket on my
head. I’ll go back there and look for
him, you guys keep going.” Jordan started making his way back to the end of the line
while the rest of them continued forward.


“Who are they?” asked Stone, who was now in his
necro armor set. He figured if Medic
could heal, he could eventually raise minions.


“Zack, Brian and Chelsea are all friends of ours
from real life, Brian got the game, you know, that Lupo guy? Well the three of them share the account, but
they barely played the game.” answered Medic.


“So they didn’t even get out of searing?” asked
Stone.


“I know Brian did, I’m not sure about the other
two.” Answered Medic.


“Gotcha.”





Jordan was clanking across the cave when he started
getting close to the end of the line. “Zack?” he asked.


“Jordan?” Zack replied.
“You look like the Tin Man in that outfit... well, a cross between tin
man and batman.”


Jordan took off his helmet, “what’s up buddy?”


“We’re wondering what’s going on here, and how are
we getting back home? I have rehearsal
in an hour.” responded Zack.


“I don’t think you’re going to make it, we honestly
don’t know how to get out of here yet, right now we’re just trying to survive
the searing.”


“Searing?”


“Yeah, it’s when you are taken out of pre-sear...
you haven’t seared have you?” asked Jordan.


“I guess not.”



“Well in the game, there is a point where you go on
a mission with Rurik into a cave to kill a Charr. As soon as that happens, the Charr army, from
North of the wall launches huge rocks at us, and a lot of things are destroyed,
and a lot of people die. The only reason
you survive the searing is because you’re in a cave, like this one... only
smaller, and it’s much easier to find the Charr.” answered Jordan.


“Okay, why don’t we just let the Charr live?” asked
Chelsea.


Jordan just looked at her as if no one ever thought of
that. “But that’s... I guess... hmm....”


“What?” asked Chelsea. “If you
kill the Charr the rocks come, so why not let the Charr live, then we won’t
have to hide from the rocks.”


“Rurik Wait!... Sire...” shouted Baumer from the
front.


“This foul beast will eat my blade! For Ascalon!”
Rurik shouted.


“Crap, we found the Charr.” stated Jordan. “I need to
go.” Jordan sprinted his way back to the front as he put on
his helmet. “No one attack the Charr!”
he shouted as he was running.


“What?” asked Stone. “Have you got a screw loose or something?”


“Just... don’t.” Jordan said.


“Well Rurik went charging off ahead to take him
on... crap the Charr sees him now.”


“Keep them both from killing each other if you
can,” Jordan said to Medic.


Medic groaned and started running up the hill after
Rurik and the Charr to put passivism on all around.


“What’s this all about?” asked Stone.


“What if we didn’t kill the Charr? Then there wouldn’t be a searing.” replied Jordan.


“What?” asked Nuke as he and the rest of the
officers gathered up around Jordan.


“I demand to know why you are preventing me from
doing my duty!” shouted Rurik as he made his way down the hill.


“Sir, we are debating whether killing the Charr is
the right thing to do.” stated Baumer.


“He’s a Charr! What more do you want to know?”
shouted the prince.


“Hey, does Medic have passivism on the Charr?”
asked Ninji.


“Yes, and he put it on me too! When I asked why, he said it was YOUR
orders!” Rurik shouted at Jordan.


“Oh we gotta se this!” exclaimed Ninji, he and
Drizz then took off up the hill.


“Normally, Prince Rurik, I would agree with
you. There is nothing more satisfying
than killing Charr for breakfast, BUT there may be a complication. It might be worse to kill him then to keep
him alive.” stated Jordan.


“Explain.”


“We... have reason to believe...” Jordan was
nervous and looking at all the other officers in hopes they might know what to
say, but all the officers were just staring right back at Jordan with an ‘are
you mad?!’ look on their faces. “...
that there is going to be an attack on all of Ascalon, and a Charr invasion if
we kill that Charr.”


“Where do you get all of this information?”
inquired Rurik.


“We... uhh... can we get back to you on that?”
asked Jordan.


“What the hell are they doing?” asked Stone looking
up the hill.


“Are they... mooning the Charr?” asked Baumer.


“You WILL answer my questions, for your monk is not
here to put passive on me anymore, and I will run you through if you do not
answer me NOW.


“Ok ok, we have seen the future.” answered Jordan.


“LIES!” shouted Rurik and with one swift motion, he
stabs Jordan in the heart with his FDS. Without a second
thought, Rurik pulls his sword out of Jordan, and charges to the Charr.


“Medic!” Jordan whispered with his last breath, as he collapsed to
the ground.


“Medic!” shouted Baumer. “Get your ass down here!”


Ninji, Drizz and Medic turned and ran down to Jordan. All of the
officers were huddled around Jordan hoping something could be done. Medic knelt down to look at the fatal wound,
“I... I don’t know how to rez him.”


“Well do something!” shouted Baumer.


Medic laid his hand on the bloodied wound of Jordan, closed his eyes and hoped. The officers around them noticed Medic’s
hands glowing blue as the wound closed up.
Medic, startled by the fact that he felt Jordan’s wound closing opened his eyes and jumped away.


“Don’t stop, you’re doing it.” stated Stone.


Medic looked at his hands, and back at Jordan’s body.
Understanding now, Medic laid his hands back on Jordan, one on his head
and the other on his heart. The glowing,
once again, emanated from his hands, and soon spread all over Jordan’s body.
Suddenly, Jordan gasped for air as he came back to life.


Jordan, stunned, looked up at Medic. “You... saved me.” Jordan also looked at all of the officers around
him. “I... died, didn’t I?” Jordan asked.
Medic nodded his head. “How long was I... dead?”


“Only a moment.” Medic said as he got up and helped
Jordan to his feet.



Jordan used Medic to help keep himself balanced. Shortly, his shock turned into rage. “Where... is... he?”


“Whoa there, you cannot kill him, we don’t know
what that will do to us.” Reminded
Baumer.


“Oh, I don’t want to kill him... once... I want him
to die, over, and over again by MY hand!” shouted Jordan. “I want
him to know the feeling of pain!” As Jordan looked up to see where Rurik was, he saw Rurik
going one on one against the Charr.
“No! He can’t kill the Charr, and
the Charr can’t kill Rurik, he’s MINE.”
He shouted as he charged up the hill.


“Shoot,” Medic said as he and the rest of the guild
followed Jordan up the hill, but it was too late, Rurik had killed
the Charr.


Jordan came up from behind Rurik, pulled the FDS out of
Rurik’s hand, grabbed Rurik by the throat, and pulled back for a thrust through
the heart like Rurik did to him. But
before Jordan could thrust the sword through the Prince Medic
cast passivism on Jordan, like he did to Rurik and the Carr before. Rurik had a look of fear in his eyes, but
kept his composer. Jordan, realizing what was put on him looked over at
Medic and gave him the stare of death.
“Fine, I might not be able to kill you, but I WILL make you look at what
you did to your people by killing the Charr.”
Jordan threw the sword aside, twirled Rurik around, and
forced him to look through the hole in the cave that overlooks Ascalon City.


“What are you talking about? I did the city a favor
by killing that Charr.” argued Rurik.


“Look again.” stated Jordan as the rest of the guild started to gather around
the hole in the wall to see the searing.





There was a cloud that started off in the distance
that was as red as fire. The cloud grew
to the point that the entire sky was blotted out because of it. Soon it appeared as though it was raining
fire in the distance, but that wasn’t fire, that was a giant meteor shower
covering the city as well as the country side.
The rocks and boulders started getting closer and closer. People in the guild started to scamper back
down the hill to take cover deeper in the cave, while Jordan stood firm with Rurik in his clutches.





The guild now found themselves at the mercy of the
game, they soon realized that no matter what happens, they were to go through
the story line, because the story will go on with or without them. It was now their choice to either survive the
upcoming events, or conquer them.

FYI... no idea why there are such huge spaces between paragraphs... but i guess you know where the paragraphs are at least....

Billy_Guile wrote:i am loving this story, but i needs pics of hot girlies too.

Billy you have once again solved the problem of what is wrong with literature, and how to improve it. Well done.

here's some pictures for ya Billy

Devona

Cynn

Alesia

Eve

Gwen

its the curse of copypasta. no worries indy. still very readable.

and yay for girlies! life is good naowwwwwww

Chapter 4: A New Home





“This? This
is what we have to live in until we find a way home?” asked Vanessa.


“This is
one of the best houses available.” reminded Medic.


“We have a rock that fell through the roof and demolished
the dining room table! I hardly think this is either safe or water proof.”
complained Vanessa.


“Well, the good news is that it won’t rain
again. And think of it this way, the
rock glows, we have lighting.” Medic
said optimistically.


“Yeah, but what happens when we want to sleep?”
asked Vanessa.


“Hmm...” thought Medic.


“Exactly.” said Vanessa.


“Vanessa, look, we’re trying to get home. I know this place kinda sucks right now, but
we’re trying to figure out how to get out of this place. The good news is that this will not be our
home forever.”


“Ok, then how long are we going to be stuck here?”


“That’s what we’re going to try and find out in the
next meeting, only this time we will have time to talk and discuss.”


Vanessa and Medic kept working on setting up the
house until Rurik visited, “I hope the house is to your liking. Most of the buildings in Ascalon have been
destroyed, but this one seems to have escaped a worse fate.”


“Yes, thank you Sire.” stated Medic, and Vanessa
nodded in agreement.


“It is the least I could do considering what I have
done to you all, and my country.” Said
Rurik. “I should have believed you all
when you claimed you were from the future.
Now, due to my arrogance, I have damned my country.”


“Now, now, this isn’t the first time a king has put
his country in danger even though his intentions were good.” stated Medic.


“You know of other kings that have done this?”
asked Rurik.


“Well, yes and no.
I know that there have been really, really
bad kings in time’s past. And I know
that there are bad kings that are still to come. You, Rurik, are not one of them.” stated
Medic.


“I have learned that your guild has knowledge of
the future, may I ask, how does one get this knowledge?” asked Rurik. Medic paused, unwilling to give out any more
information. “Some of your guild seems to know more about the future than the
others, like you for example. As I
recall, you are called by your guild members as ‘Medic,’ is that what you wish
to be called?”


“I... sure, Medic is fine.”


“And your wife there, is she known as ‘Nessa?’”
asked Rurik


“She’s my fiancé, we’reB”


“Fianc-what?” asked Rurik


“Fiancé, it’s French,” Medic answered as Vanessa
was giggling in the background.


“French?” asked Rurik.


“French, it’s... you know what? Never mind, yes we
are married,”


“Well you two seem to know something about the
future, and Medic, you seem to know more than Nessa does, well I was wondering
if you could share with me what the future might hold?” requested Rurik.


“Well, look at it this way, if we told you, you
might change your plans,” responded Medic.


“That would be the point, because I’m trying to
save as many lives as I can,” replied Rurik.


“Yes, but we know how things work out if we didn’t
tell you anything, so by default, the same outcome would happen without you
knowing what we know.” interrupted Monty who just walked in.


“Yes, and if you know what we know then you would
know that we know what you shouldn’t know because you know, however you don’t
know because we know not to let you know.” Medic said confusingly. Rurik stared at Medic with a confused look
and starts trying to intemperate what Medic says by repeating him and counting
on fingers. “Needless to say, you just
have to trust us.”


“I do trust you, Medic, you saved my life. For that I will be eternally in your
debt.” Rurik stated as he left the
house.


“Monty, how’s it going?” asked Medic.


“Rotten, the stench in my house is awful. Apparently the previous owner was killed
under a rock and no one can get him out.” Monty answered.


“I don’t think I needed to know that...” stated
Vanessa from the back of the room.


“Sorry Vanessa,” Monty apologized. “Medic, do you know what time the meeting
will be?”


“All he said was that it will be tonight.” Medic
said. “Of course I have no idea when it will
become evening. Did you think we
should go out and round everybody up for
the meeting?”


“Wouldn’t be a bad idea, I’m so tired right now
that we should get this thing going.” said Monty.


“Okay, Vanessa, you want to come too?” Medic asked.


“Okay, I’m coming.” she said as she made her way to
the front door.


As the three got outside they could be reminded of
the horrors that was the searing. Yes
everyone knew about the searing, and what it did to the land, but they only saw
and heard it. Now they could smell the
tar and death, taste the dust and smoke, and feel the heat. The new feelings, tastes, sounds, smells, and
sights made the living conditions that much more unbearable. On top of all of those things there was the
feeling of fear. Everyone knew that it
was not safe as long as the guild was trapped in Ascalon.





“Alright guys, let’s get this thing started, I
think the first thing we need to do is come up with ideas on how to get home.”
stated Jordan sitting on a rock in the circle of officers.


“Umm, excuse me,” interrupted Medic. “But can I
request that someone keep a log of what we’re talking about? A ‘minutes’ if you will?”


“Sure, if you want to record it by all means, go
ahead.” responded Jordan.


“Yeah,” smirked Nuke. “Like Medic can spell.”


“I’ll do it,” volunteered Stone.


“Thanks, anyone have any ideas on how we got here
or how we get out?” asked Jordan. No one
said a word, but everyone looked around at others if they were to say
anything. “Come on guys, there are no
wrong answers here.”


“I think we just really don’t know what’s going on
to be able to say anything.” answered Argon.



“I think, Jordan,” inserted Stone. “It might be better if we found
a way to be safe, whether that’s going home, or getting to our guild hall, it’s
fine with me as long as we get there soon.”


“Then in that case, why don’t we just run to LA?”
asked Baumer. “It is the easiest run in
the game.


“There aren’t any way points to drag people
through, so we can’t run it.” argued Blade.


“What if we just did the missions and got it over
with?” asked Burgon.


“I like that idea, the missions we know, the
terrain for running we don’t.” stated Dorwin.


“Even if we escorted people on a nice long caravan
of refugees, there could be deaths because we’re alone.” stated Slim. “I would much rather have the Ascalon and
Dwarf Armies helping us through the Shiverpeaks.”





After an hour or so, the officers of the guild
debated and discussed. The final
decision was that they were to leave the relative safety of Ascalon City once they knew enough about their skills to be able to take anything
that was brought their way. When everything seemed to be done, Medic asked
another question (like usual) and started yet another discussion. “What about Rurik and the others? They know that we ‘know the future’ and we
kind of do. Do we use that to our
advantage? Or just let them find out as they go and we play along?” Everyone thought about that for a moment,
then people started talking, starting with Lojor, then Monty, and finally the
rest of the officers. There were some
good points on either side. Someone even
brought up the Temporal Prime Directive from Star Trek. In the end, people agreed that no one will
tell the Prince, nor anyone else who asks what will happen. The only time that it will be revealed what
will happen will be during a mission. Of
course no one knew what a mission would be like. Of course, there were those who did not agree
with the idea of sending Rurik to his death, but they knew that his death would
allow for the end of the game to take place, and that would mean they would
hopefully get home.

The
order went out, every person in the guild was to train in their field of study,
whether it was being a monk, an elementalist, necromancer, or whatever they
were. From this time until the patrol
sights the invading army north of the wall, the guild was to become the best
army in all of Tyria. A command center
was established near Symon the Scribe’s campfire. He was a nice guy, and he loved to jot down
notes during the meetings when it wasn’t classified. Training centers were established. Baumer was in charge of the Elementalists, Jordan
was in charge of the Warriors, Medic taught the Monks, Stone instructed the
Necros, and so on. Things were starting
to look up, even if it was just because they were getting organized. At least the guild knew that they were being
taken care of.

ahh! no one's replied! i can't post another chapter if i don't know that you all have read this one yet....

Chapter 5: Fighting Withdrawal





Months have gone by, people in the guild were
starting to get used to calling Ascalon, the dump that it was, home. Friendships in the guild were formed between
many unlikely people, and girls and women who were single were fighting off the
boys with a stick on a daily basis.
There were patrols sent three times a day to see if it was time to leave
yet. Rurik has been asking questions as
to why we were sending out patrols, but no one has answered him. Argon, Slim, Nuke and Monty had gotten back
about a week before from their mapping excursion to find where Fort Ranik was and how best to get there from Ascalon City and the Northern Wall Gate.
The guild was prepared to leave at a moment’s notice, especially since
they weren’t taking any chances (and the fact that everything was stored in
their pockets anyway).


Training was easily accomplished, once the trainers
knew what they were doing, the teaching part was easy. Everyone knew what the skills were, it
seemed, they just needed to know how to activate them. It was only about two weeks before everyone
got their training done with their primary character, and then moved onto their
secondary character, and other specialty “builds” if you will (running, 55ing,
soloing, tanking, etc.). There were no
builds, however, in this situation. There
was no skill bar, and no limit to how many skills one could bring. There was no energy or health bars either,
one was just feeling drained, tired, and all around out of it when their
“energy” was low. When that happened,
Stone, Jordan, or any trained Necro would cut themself and the blood drawn from
them would evaporate and fill the lungs of the person without energy. It was only a matter of seconds before they
were on their feet again.


“Ok, has everyone done their homework last night
and discovered what emotion activates their power?” asked Baumer to the class
of Elementalists. “Keep in mind some of
the more popular emotions are anger and joy.”


In the class were people that would never have used
Elementalists much before to begin with.
Some of the students have gone through about five other professions
before coming here. Suddenly, one of the
students was set on fire.


“Medic!” shouted Baumer. “We got another person who discovered blazing
speed before I could tell him how to turn it off.” he said with annoyance in
his tone.


“Ah! I’m on fire! Put me out!” shouted the student
as he started running all over the place.


“Hold Still!” Shouted Medic as he started running
over. “The last thing we need is another incident like three weeks ago when
Ninji’s Elementalist was ‘having a good time,’ and set an entire house on
fire. It took four officers as water
eles to put it out.” Medic, once he got
there, was able to put out the poor student with ease and healed all of his
wounds with a couple turns of his holy rod.


“Thank you Medic, I owe you SO much,” thanked the
student.


“Not a problem, but one of these days I might have
to actually turn in all the ‘I-owe-yous’ I have,” Medic muttered to himself as
he made his way back to his students.


“This is why you also need to learn control and
restraint before you do anything that might hurt yourself and others,” Baumer
continued. “Which is why we’re going to
start today with self defense. Earth
Magic is the most defensive element there is in our arsenal, so let us start
with Armor of Earth. Now the first thing
you have to think of Baumer was interrupted by the sight of many, then all of
his students performing Armor of Earth with ease. The ground around the students started to
pull towards the student and then encase him with dirt, rocks, and anything
else found on the ground. Needless to
say, it was not glamorous, but it was essential. “Or you can just all do it yourself and put
me out of a job, that’s fine too.” sighed Baumer.


“Baumer!” shouted Jordan from a distance on his way over.


Baumer turned mid lesson, “Yeah?”


“Nuke is going to take over for you, it’s your turn
to go on the patrol with Argon and Dorwin,” stated Jordan as Nuke made his way
to the rock Baumer was standing on to teach the class. Baumer made his way over to Jordan to get an update on the area since the last patrol. “Guys, I’ll be honest with you, there were
Charr spotted with the last patrol. As
soon as today’s classes are done we’re going to organize for a ‘day trip’ to Fort Ranik. Some officers know of the
situation, and we know that during your patrol, you’ll probably put things in
motion. Medic, Stone, and Nuke are going
to catch the invading army as you come back, try to stall them as we all make
our escape. The rest of the officers and
I are going to start escorting the guild down to Ranik. Medic should be talking to Rurik to tell him
what’s about to happen, since that’s essentially what we agreed, not to tell
him until it’s important.” Jordan paused and looked around for a moment. “Medic!
Stone knows how to monk too! Go
talk to him!” He shouted as he saw that
Medic has yet to get going and was caught up with filling Stone in on today’s
lesson.


“I’m going!” Medic shouted back.


“Anyway,” Jordan continued. “Get in your warrior armor and meet up
with Captain Calhaan at the gate. Be
careful! I will not be sending any
back-up except for the three that are going to hopefully save your ass when
you’re running in with Charr right behind you.
The rest must get to Fort Ranik to organize the counter attack.”


“Can we at least tell the captain to close the doors
before we retreat?” asked Argon. “It’s
just been something that always bothers me; they leave the doors wide open for
the Charr to waltz in.”


“I don’t care, just as long as they can eventually
break through so that they can invade.” responded Jordan.





Baumer, Dorwin and Argon all scampered to a stop as
quietly as they could behind a rock. The
three of them were trying to avoid getting the attention of the jumbo sized
scorpion less than a stone’s throw away.
“I still don’t know why they couldn’t have just opened the gate so we
can go directly there.” complained Dorwin.


“Well they do the same thing in the actual game
too, you know.” responded Argon.


“Still, it’s cruel to make people go through all of
this just because they’re lazy.” stated Dorwin.



Baumer picked up a rock that was laying next to
them and flung it toward some dead bushes on the other side of the
devourer. The devourer turned to look at
the bushes then headed toward them to investigate. “Something they don’t let you do in the game,
divert their attention.” stated Baumer as the three of them starting to sneak
by. Unfortunately, their escape was not
as much of an escape as much as walking into a trap. Seven devourers emerged from underneath the
sand and dirt.


“Shit!” shouted Dorwin as the three took off
running.


“Did...” panted Baumer. “Did you just use charge by saying ‘shit’?”


“Whatever works,” responded Dorwin. The devourers chased for a while, but knew
they couldn’t keep up with the runners, so they broke off.


After a while of running, avoiding bugs and
gargoyles, the three found their destination and slowly crept up to the edge to
see if the army was there. In the game,
there are a couple dozen Charr lined up in formation. But this time, there was a scene that better
resembled something out of the Lord of the Ring movies. There was an army of hundreds. Dorwin got out his bow. “You see that one Charr that looks to be
leading the army?” he asked. “One shot
can take him out, and behead the snake.”


“Well I suppose we have to get their attention
somehow.” replied Argon. “Should we let
him shoot it?”


Baumer nodded his head. Dorwin slowly and silently got out his
bow. He then pulled out an arrow and put
poison on the arrow head, and drew the arrow.
Patiently, he aimed the arrow so as not to miss and to make sure
whatever it hits will die quickly. He
fired, and while in the air, the arrow was set on fire. The brilliant flaming arrow hit it’s target
at the base of the Charr’s skull, dropping him to the ground instantly. The Charr all stopped their cheering as they
watched their leader slowly catch fire from the arrow. Then some looked to where the arrow was fired
from and saw the three runners on top of the hill.


“Have they spotted us yet?” asked Dorwin.


The Charr were now shouting and grunting in anger
as they pointed up to the three runners.
“I suppose that’s a ‘yes,’” stated Argon as he waved and smiled. “Let’s get out of here before they can shoot
back at us.”


“Good plan,” stated Baumer as the three got up to
run off toward the wall.


The Charr army now made their way around the hill
to get to the three runners that killed their leader. Baumer, Argon, and Dorwin were now running
for their lives. They knew that if they
died out here, they might never be resurrected, because there might not be a
body left to resurrect. They soon came
across the bridge with the devourers on it, and were charging them. Dorwin and Baumer were in the lead, so they
lifted their shields to block any incoming objects that the devourers might throw
at them. Fortunately, they didn’t see
the two coming until it was too late to react, and the two were able to get
around them. The third, Argon, had to
try a different approach, because they knew he was coming. The devourers positioned themselves into a
line formation so he couldn’t sneak by.
Argon, not slowing down, jumped over one of the devourer’s claws, and
stepped on its back instead, using it as a spring board to clear the tails that
were about to hit him.


Nuke, Stone, and Medic were at the wall, waiting
for them as planned. “There they are,”
stated Stone, being the first to see them.
“And there’s the Charr army right behind them... good god!” he
exclaimed.


Medic and Nuke peered off into the distance as
well. Both of them saw the army which
was heading their way and were wondering how to get out of there without
dying. By now, the captain was looking
off in the distance to see what the others were looking at. Once he saw, he panicked.


“Everyone fall back! Fall back to Fort Ranik! There are too many of them!”
he ordered.


“Well there goes the help from the Ascalon army.”
stated Stone.


“Oh you were only going to use them for minions
anyway.” responded Medic.


“What? They make a good fleshy.” Stone said.


“We should probably get down to the gate so we can
close it once the runners get through,” said Nuke. With that the three of them manned the doors
to close as Baumer, Dorwin, and Argon made it through.


“Nuke, get started on your Meteor Shower so they
get it as soon as they hit the door.” stated Medic.


“Okie dokie,” he said as he stepped back and
started his spells. As soon as the three
runners made it through, they helped barricade the door while Medic and Stone
got the braces for it. Right on cue,
rocks started to fall and explosions could be heard on the other side of the
door. Suddenly, Stone stopped what he
was doing, and started to grin.


“Something just died,” he said. “I wanted to try this out since we got here,
but never got the chance”. Stone’s eyes
started glowing white as he arched his back.
Soon they heard the sound of an angry beast on the other side of the
gate as the Flesh Golem started ripping the Charr apart. Soon, many things died, since there was an
entire army on the other side of the wall, there was no shortage of
bodies. Stone was raising minion after
minion, soon there was no more pounding on the gate to get through, they were
probably overwhelmed by the minions.


“We can’t stop the army at the wall, or else we’ll
never be able to do a counter attack.” reminded Baumer. “We need to get going.”


“Aww, but I was having fun!” Complained Stone.


“Let’s go,” said Argon as his ‘Charge’ activated
and the six ran to meet up with the rest of the guild in Fort Ranik.

fascinating, this is seriously reminding me of .hack// though lol

but you're right, the spacing is making my brain wig out

Chapter 6: No Limits





Jordan, along with about nine other warriors were lined
shoulder to shoulder and marching to the top of the hill. Once at the top, the ten warriors looked over
the scene of Charr blanketing the field of coals, dirt, and tar. Jordan raised his sword high into the air, and brought it
down with one swift slash. “Fire!” could
be heard behind them and then huge, smoking jars flew above their heads. With an explosion for every jar that hit, the
Charr seemed to have seen the ten warriors on the top of the him. Soon, what seemed to be like ants from high
above the fields turned and charged the hill.
All, of course, except the ones that fell from the barrage of
explosives. Soon some of the Charr was
within range of their archers to start shooting at the warriors.


“Shields up!” shouted Jordan to the other warriors,
however the people right behind them also put their shields, or whatever they
were holding, up to protect themselves from a barrage of arrows. Shortly, the arrows had reached their
targets, or rather their targets’ shields.
A couple of arrows did seem to find their way around the shields and
into feet or shoulders of the warriors, but nothing Medic, Ninji, and Slim
couldn’t heal right up.


“I think we have aggro!” shouted Spectre over the
commotion of the charging Charr.


“I think you’re right!” responded Jordan. With his
shield still up, he turned to Stone, who at that time had his eyes glowing
white with death and the smell of more death.
All Jordan did was nod to Stone, and Stone grinned. With that Grin, the hulking piece of rotting
meat and flesh standing next to Stone started running up the hill, leading the
way for the rest of the dozens of minions to follow. The minions had been
created from the Moa Birds and devourers that were passed along the way to the
battle. The good news about this
situation the KoV was in, is that there were no rules about having too many
minions, absorption counted toward everything, and all armor stacked. Stone had his own little army of Bone
Minions, Bone Horrors, Shambling Horrors, Bone Fiends, Vampiric Horrors, and
leading the way was good old fleshy, smelling as rotten as always. Following closely behind all of Stone’s
minions was the wave of Rangers and Paragons, who by now knew all they needed
to know about their profession that they will ever need.


From the view on top of the hill, Jordan was seeing the dozens of minions making their way
around the front line of warriors and colliding with the front line of
Charr. The minions, though, were not
like how you would see them in game. In
this situation they were ravage beasts, and Stone had the most bloodthirsty
minions of the guild. Fleshy ran
straight at one of the Charr, brought it’s pickaxe of an arm back, and impaled
the Charr beast through the temple, and out the other. The Vampiric Horrors actually were eating
their victims. Although the most vicious
of the minions was the Bone Fiend.
Primarily known for it’s distance attack from the game, these Bone Fiends
got right up close and personal. One
Fiend went right between two Charr, jumped up, and grabbed one of them by the
throat with it’s tail. The fiend used it
as an object to swing around on to get more speed with the bone stake that came
out of it’s tails as it twirled around and impaled the second Charr through
it’s chest plate. When the Bone Fiend
finally dismounted, it had killed two charr in one swift motion. And within seconds, those bodies provided
Stone with a pair of fresh minions.


The rangers, once in place at the top of the hill,
pulled out their bows, and a handful of arrows.
10, 15, even 20 arrows were launched at once, all hitting their
corresponding targets down the hill.
“Disables all preparations my ass,” stated Vali as he dipped his
arrowheads into lit kerosine, and launched them all at once. Each arrow hit a different target and some of
the arrows continued to set their target on fire.


Stone suddenly had a sinking feeling in the pit of
his stomach as his eyes returned to normal.
He had been waiting for that sudden burst of energy so that he could
raise a new minion to join the fight, and he was getting the energy, but not
the bodies. Further down the hill, monks
were catching up to smite the minions, for holy damage just ate those minions
up. “I’m losing minions!” Stone shouted
to Jordan in the front.
Jordan then turned to Argon, who was next to him, and
told him something that no one else could hear.
One would assume he whispered to him, however with all of the noise from
the battle, no one could hear anything below a soft roar.


Argon turned and ran back to the rest of the guild
down the hill as the front line closed together to make up for his
absence. “Baumer!” Argon shouted. “We need meteors on the Charr before the minions
completely die out.” With that, Baumer
gathered up hie elementalist squad and headed up the hill. “Medic, we need those catapults re-aligned so
we can continue bombarding, right now we’re shooting over their heads.” Medic
then raced to the catapults to realign them.
Argon ran back up the hill to rejoin the front line.


Baumer, along with Vanessa, Monty, Nuke, and other
guild members that were elementalists reached the top of the hill, and lined up
on either side of the warriors and rangers.
The full wrath of the elements were about to rain upon the charging
Charr. The sky above the army went dark
as storm clouds bellowed over them. The
temperature seemed to drop to a chilling temperature, and the ground beneath
them started to rumble. The rangers, who
have been showering arrows on the progressing army soon backed out in search of
higher ground on the ridge to the east of them so they can reach the casters
hiding in the back. Then, seeming almost
simultaneously, all of the attacks the elementalists were conjuring came to
life. The sky opened up as lightning
bolts speckled the army with their deadly strikes. The rocks fell through the clouds to bombard
the Charr army leaving, death, destruction, and flaming craters in their
path. The earth seemed to shake as it
opened up to reveal fiery pits, while the loose boulders started to roll all
around the ground, trampling anything in their path. Then the wind came. The wind came so fiercely, it knocked the
advancing army on the ground and froze them in place.


“Bodies!” exclaimed Stone with glee as his eyes
turned white yet again. All across the
battlefield the minions rose from the dead and attacking the Charr who were now
at a standstill.


The Rangers were now at a better perch and were
able to assassinate the monks, mesmers, necros, and elementalists from behind
the front line so that they were rendered useless. It was looking as though the once impossible
task of attacking an army that out numbered you 100 to 1 became a reality, and
not only a reality, but a victory as the Charr started to fall back to the
other side of the wall.


“They’re retreating!” shouted Jordan to the rest of the guild. A loud cheer from the ranks erupted when
hearing those words. The Knights of
Valis had been victorious, and it was achieved through the hours of careful
planning by the Jr. And Sr. Officers.


“My friends!” shouted Prince Rurik as he caught up
to the guild.


“About time!” remarked one of the KoV members
manning the catapults.


“You watch your tongue peasant!” ordered one of the
Ascalonian guards.


“He means nothing by it Prince,” stated Medic to
try and smooth over the situation.
“Trust me prince, we would not want you to be in much of a hurry in the
coming battles, for we want you safe.”


“What are you saying Valis Medic?” asked
Rurik. “Are you suggesting that I may
die?”


“Oh no, he’s just saying that there is no need for
you to get into unnecessary danger.” inserted Monty.


“God knows he’s a cowboy,” stated Jordan to Baumer next to him so that Rurik wouldn’t hear
him.


“So I understand you fought back the second Carr
invasion,” Rurik recognized. “On behalf
of the people of Ascalon, I thank you.”


“But we’re not done yet,” reminded Burgon to Jordan. “We have
to get all the way to Rin.”


“What was that boy?” Asked Rurik.
Burgon gave Rurik a look, he was no child, he has the holes in his armor
to prove how many times he was shot with arrows. Burgon didn’t say anything, however, because
he knew that conflict was not something they needed at the time.


“He was wondering if we were going to chase after
the Charr army,” Baumer translated.


“While I do loath Charr, I think we should first
reinforce our defenses so that an invasion like this doesn’t happen
again.” Rurik said, and he started
explaining his plans on doing just that.



“I thought he wanted to attack, it was he who lead
the charge in the game.” inquired Burgon, this time softer so that he didn’t
get in trouble again.


“Screw this,” remarked Jordan impatiently.
Jordan then turned and started making his way down the
hill toward the wall to chase after the Charr.


“You there!
Where are you going?” Rurik called.


“If you won’t attack the Charr, I will, it’s not
like you to let them leave with Ascalonians that have been prisoners since the
searing. We need to rescue them ane make
our way to Nolani Academy.” responded Jordan still walking.
Rurik took a moment to take in that information.


“Well hell, there went out secrecy.” Remarked Stone to Medic as they watched Jordan make a trail of footsteps. “Well I guess we better go too.” And with that, Stone whistled for his flesh
golem. A triceratops-like head rose
above a rock to look around for the source of the sound. Once it saw Stone, it moved out from behind a
rock and headed toward him. “Good
Fleshy,” said stone as he patted it on the shoulder, which was well over his
head.


“What matter of hideous beasts is that!” shouted
Rurik.


Hearing this, Fleshy turned and started to charge
at Rurik as though it was insulted.
“Fleshy!” Shouted stone,
“No!” The flesh golem stopped, staring
at Rurik who was cowering behind his shield with his FDS drawn, ready for a
fight. Stone laughed at the sight, “Good
Fleshy, but not yet. Right now we have
to work WITH him.”


“Is that a threat?” threatened Rurik.


“No,” stated Jordan angrily as he turned around to
stare down Rurik. “That is not a threat,
that is a promise, because you will die, not by our hand, but by someone
else’s”


“Jordan,” interrupted Medic.


“No, don’t ‘Jordan’ me, I’m pissed off.” responded Jordan. “You will
die, then become enslaved as ‘Undead Rurik’ and ask us to kill you to release
your soul so you can rest. So yes, we
will kill you, after you’re already dead.
Any more questions, prince?”
he said through clenched teeth. Rurik
just stood there in shock. “Good,
because right now I need to go north to find some flaming scepter mages and
oblisques so we can rescue prisoners, find the mouthpiece to that damn horn
teleport to Nolani, save Rin, and watch you and your father have a nice little
conversation. So if you excuse me!” With that Jordan stormed off.


“How do you know about the mouthpiece of the great
stormcaller?” asked Rurik to Jordan.


“Dude, remember how we know the future? Just trust us, okay?” Stone said to Rurik as they were standing
next to each other watching Jordan storm off.
Hearing this, Rurik turned to look at Stone, but then jumped at the
sight of Fleshy on the other side of him.
Stone chucked again and started chasing after Jordan, and the rest of the guild followed. Rurik realizing he was outnumbered in the
decision, and that KoV knew what the future held, he chased after them to tag
along.


“You know, Stone,” Rurik said to try and start
conversation. “As a boy I spentB”

“’As
a boy I spent much time in these lands,’” Stone interrupted. “Yes, I know, I’ve heard it way too many damn
times. Rurik, do me a favor and shut up
will ya?” Rurik stopped walking for a
moment and opened his mouth to ask something, but before he could make a sound
Fleshy turned to Rurik and glared at him.
Rurik didn’t say another word for the rest of the journey.