A recent day in the life of the a murderer, by Sadist:
The day started fine, feet up by the hearth fire. Groggy with the morning ale I closed my eyes. Ahh, another lazy day… Suddenly I heard a mix of laughter, cries, and the clang of metal come forth from within the Communication Crystal on the mantle! The sound was unmistakable – and one I have heard thousands of time before… BATTLE!
Even though my feet had barely warmed and my eyes were still crusted shut from sleep, I could not resist the urge to join the fray. I called out for my smith, but he did not answer. Where could he be? “SMITH! Where are thou??” I yell again, “SMITH, you slacker, where are thou?! I need my newest suit of armor!” Where could he be with this piece of craftsmanship he so confidently calls glorious? Time to see just how amazing it is in battle – and to see if all his slaving over the Soul Forge was worth it.
I stumble up the ladder to his workshop (I say stumble because remember, my feet are yet to be warmed on this cold morning). I squint through the haze of morning light.. YES! There it is!! On the mannequin along the back wall! I rush over to it and quickly don the newly crafted and enhanced pieces. How splendid! It fits perfectly, like none other before it! Magnificent! I do not wait and finish dressing as quickly as my cold fingers
can lace up the leather. I am ready!
I perform the Sacred Journey to Serpent’s Hold, the quickest route to where the battle was raging. I run, past the Evil Mages and into the pits of Destard. Onward I pass through the mystical portal and appear in the vile place known as Terrathan Keep. The sound of battle has dimmed, yet I know it to be close. I rush along the bridge leading to the Star Room.
As I enter, I see no one. Yet, what is that by the exit portal? Yes, a foe. iCarley is the name. We have met before on the field of battle and I relish the chance to dive into the fight once again. I attack, he defends. War fork, swings, heal spell casts..Swing again, miss..miss, hit! He laughs upon successfully casting the Explosion and I prepare for the burn of fire to hit me. BOOM!! I concentrate and channel the spirits to replenish my life force. I feel the shock of little spells as they erupt upon me.
Back and forth.. I shall chase him and keep him from casting those painful spells again! ARGHHH! How annoying those quick little spells. Due to the incredible speed which my opponent possesed, I dig deep into my soul for all of my wily tricks, including a relentless onslaught of the Pain Spike spell. Yes! It works! I have forced him to run! I ready a Special Attack which I have practiced a long time. In one furious swipe I lay upon him an Infectious Strike that poisons him, forcing his eyes wide open in pain. He is losing his life, and perhaps this battle! He runs!
As I give chase back out to Terrathan Keep, I feel confident that this battle is near the end. He is half dead and running.. WAIT! What is this? He has turned again on me! He is fast! My cold fingers and toes cannot seem to keep up. I try the relentless assault of the Pain Spike again, but it fails. NO! How can this be? I call upon the Paladins to provide me life to continue. I am unable to keep up! I feel sluggish under the onslaught. I ask the Spirits to speak their life force into me, but they are too slow! Anxiety briefly grips me as I realize I may lose this battle. In a whirlwind of fury I lash out with Holy Light, only to feel the sick burn of pain and the stench of death as I lose consciousness….
All is quiet.. I hear a voice thanking me. For what, I wonder? In the blackness of gray, I am told that I have lost something. What could it be? I call out in the spirit world, “What did I lose?” A tunic.. A tunic?? Oh no!! I have lost a piece of the magnificent armor my smith made for me yesterday. His anger will be unbearable! I ask for it to be returned.. iCarley says, “Only if you regale the world with the story of your defeat”. I have no choice, I must comply. My Smith, whom I owe my life to for crafting me armor to keep me alive in battle all these years, deserves nothing less…..
. And no. I won't tell you my alias on those shards. But I will say I have fought and won against you guys, and I can easily say I've fought and lost as well. Its hard to win battles when I'm there w/ one or two others. But I can make a dent here and there.
