Dwelling in possibility, believing in the greater good of mist, magic,
and maybes - this is my creed. It required that I pick up and use any
random recall rune I found on the corpse of a PK massacre victim, beast slain adventurer, or pile of discareded "junk". Eventually, it paid off in a grand adventure.
I used the recall rune I'd found laying in the wilderness. It put me inside a guildhouse full of treasure. Obviously the rune had been made before the house was built, because to my knowledge you could not recall to the interior of a structure. An adventure AND an anomaly. Such joy I felt that day. Such reinforcement of my creed!
I started with the chests of regents. I loaded myself to capacity, used another recall rune to return to my house located in the Merc compound of buildings. I dropped it all. Recalled back in to the target guildhouse. Trespassing was quite exciting. It was only going to intensify.
After a few more loads of regents, I teleported back in to gather the gold. A person walked in to the house as I was taking the gold out of a chest. I smiled and said, "Hi! I'm new, who are you?", listened politely to the name given, then said, "Be right back!" and recalled out with their gold. I made a stop at the Merc castle and told all who would listen of my discovery and plundering. I laid my rune upon the ground and we all recalled off of it and in to the target guildhouse.
It was impossible to pretend to have good intentions when a horde of Mercs followed me back in to the house, swords drawn. Plundering turned to a bloodbath.
The guildhouse was suddenly filled with the members of the guild. The Mercs kept piling in through the use of the recall rune. Unfortunately the anomaly showed its weakness as Mercs began to get stuck in the floorboards, unable to move.
The Mercs put up a good fight, even after becoming lodged in the floorboards, and many of the unknown, violated, victimized, robbed, and generally unlucky guildmembers died that day. They also lost a large portion of their hoarded treasure.
I left the Mercs to their killing and returned to my walks through the woods, one eye on the ground for another adventure's beginning.
and maybes - this is my creed. It required that I pick up and use any
random recall rune I found on the corpse of a PK massacre victim, beast slain adventurer, or pile of discareded "junk". Eventually, it paid off in a grand adventure.
I used the recall rune I'd found laying in the wilderness. It put me inside a guildhouse full of treasure. Obviously the rune had been made before the house was built, because to my knowledge you could not recall to the interior of a structure. An adventure AND an anomaly. Such joy I felt that day. Such reinforcement of my creed!
I started with the chests of regents. I loaded myself to capacity, used another recall rune to return to my house located in the Merc compound of buildings. I dropped it all. Recalled back in to the target guildhouse. Trespassing was quite exciting. It was only going to intensify.
After a few more loads of regents, I teleported back in to gather the gold. A person walked in to the house as I was taking the gold out of a chest. I smiled and said, "Hi! I'm new, who are you?", listened politely to the name given, then said, "Be right back!" and recalled out with their gold. I made a stop at the Merc castle and told all who would listen of my discovery and plundering. I laid my rune upon the ground and we all recalled off of it and in to the target guildhouse.
It was impossible to pretend to have good intentions when a horde of Mercs followed me back in to the house, swords drawn. Plundering turned to a bloodbath.
The guildhouse was suddenly filled with the members of the guild. The Mercs kept piling in through the use of the recall rune. Unfortunately the anomaly showed its weakness as Mercs began to get stuck in the floorboards, unable to move.
The Mercs put up a good fight, even after becoming lodged in the floorboards, and many of the unknown, violated, victimized, robbed, and generally unlucky guildmembers died that day. They also lost a large portion of their hoarded treasure.
I left the Mercs to their killing and returned to my walks through the woods, one eye on the ground for another adventure's beginning.