An Almost True Tale from the Alsius Archives (Horus)

[Syd_Vicious]

It all started about two years ago. A group of friends decided that they no longer desired to stay and fight alongside their fellow Syrtis and wanted to defect to Alsius. They knew they could not simply just walk to Alsius’ great gate and be expected to sworn fealty to the fallen emperors’ empire. They would be killed on site. The desire to leave drove them to study ancient tomes to try and find a way out of Syrtis. Rhanya, the most inclined to leave the green realm, studied tomes within Fisgael and discovered a conjuration process by which a portal could be opened that if they passed through would transform them into natural denizens of Alsius. The cost would be all the life experience that the three of them had obtained. Starting over in Alsius would be starting over a new.

Together Rhanya, Yawney and Kianoni drew the markings from the tome on the ground. The ritual was started at Stonehenge. Souls from the local Cyclops fueled the portal and as soon as it was open the three friends traversed realms. They left the land of Syrtis to awake in the land of Alsius. This transportation between realms left them with all they had wanted: a fresh start, a new place, and a disassociation with the mindless green zerg. Though they wanted to leave they still had fond memories of those they were leaving behind that were true friends.

Upon the portal closing behind them, it took what was promised in exchange for this transfer. All of the life experience gathered so far was reduced. When Rhanya, Yawney and Kianoni awoke in Horus they only had shattered fragments of memory that were neither whole nor able to be interpreted. They only knew who they were and that they were changed. No longer did they resemble any Syrtian inhabitant, only before them they saw two nordos and a dwarf. They began to make their way in their new lives. Rhanya began again as a mage learning the dark arts of the warlocks, Yawney kept with the feeling in his gut of the love of the hunter and this seemed to influence Kianoni. Kianoni was a Knight before, but at this time he did not feel that the weight of armor should weigh him down and just wanted to run free. So with Yawney, Kianoni took up the responsibilities of a hunter.

They each progressed in this new land, but felt the war raging instinct that made them join the frontlines of Syrtis bite back again in the pit of their stomachs. It gnawed until finally Rhanya pulled Yawney aside and discussed with him the possibility of starting a war clan. This prospect did not seem too encouraging to Yawney, but through Rhanya’s persistence he agreed. When looking to start this new clan and reaching Montsognir, they were surprised to see Alsius was not full of people. On Ra they had seen many valiant dwarves, Nordos and Utghars fighting for Alsius on the front lines. Where were they now?

Rhanya approached the town crier Ursor, “excuse me, but is there a plague? Where have all the Alsians gone?”

“Where have they gone? By Fenrir’s nuts woman are ye mad? We are in the middle of a population boom!” replied Ursor. “It is as if the heavens of Horus have opened and smiled on Alsius.”

“Hor…us...” Yawney said as he seemed to lack an internal monologue at this point.

All three companions seem to drift into a haze as pieces of broken memories began to come together and a small sinew of understanding developed of their origin.

“Rhanya you said that spell would take us to Alsius, but you did not say we would be on an entirely different plane of existence” whispered Kianoni, a bit agitated.

“Excuse me if ancient tomes do not come with the most exact explanations, but it did what we wanted. Just be glad we came here and our essences were not scattered across the various planes of existence.” Rhanya was somewhat incensed that her magic be called into question. “Let us head to the house of nobles to learn of the requirements so Yaw can start this war clan.”

Once inside the great house of nobles in Montsognir they made headway towards the clan notary. In a squeaky mouse like voice he welcomed them, “my name is Asgeir. How may I be of service?”

“Well Ass Gear, my friend Yawney here is interested in starting a war clan and would like to know the requirements” spoke up Kianoni.

“The requirements are several and strict, but you’ll realize they are worth it. You need to gather a group of eight people, including yourself, and a proper amount of gold. All people in the group must have some life experience and capability. The amount of gold required is 2 million pieces that we collect as a tax.

When you meet these requirements and you’re willing, come back to talk to me and you’ll be able to create your own clan.”

With this in mind the three set out to collect more money and some random noobs to build the clan. This was not so difficult and soon they were back at the Asgeir to enter into the notary records the new clan.

“Hey Ass Gear we have the people and the gold now” Yawney said, placing a bag of gold down on the table and pointing to the five new clan supporters.

“Alright what is the clan’s name to be entered?”

At this time Yawney, Rhanya and Kianoni huddled.

“A name? How could we forget the name?” Kianoni said.

Rhanya looked calmly around and asked hinting to look at the five new recruits, “what are they?”

“Noobs” replied Yawney.

“Well we are also noobs correct? So that kind of makes us the Masters of Noobs if we are forming a clan right?”

“Rhan I don’t see where you’re going with this” Kianoni whispered.

“Meh, we are the masters of noobs with this clan, so that should be our clan name. We recognize we are all noobs, they are noobs, our recruits will be noobs and we shall be in control. It fits.”

“Well ok”, the huddle broke and Yaw gave the clan name to Asgeir. The gold was collected, which Asgeir could be seen pocketing at least 30% of it in a separate chest than those marked for clan taxes.

“Alright by the authority vested in me by the fallen emperor I hereby decree that the land of Alsius recognizes the formation of the clan Masters of Noobs, but the aforementioned land will not be responsible for housing, hospitalization care or provide any discounts to the newly formed clan. Furthermore the clan will not be entitled to any land, fiefdoms or serfdoms as that fits in the realm of control of the nobles of Alsius. In addition, while any enemies you kill will garner you boasting rights – it does not at all give you any perks beyond that of a normal Alsian. What you do get is this rune that when drawn on your recruits will give you the ability to communicate with them across great distances. Congratulations and may you bring additional fortune to the empire, now get out.”

While leaving the clan notaries office the group couldn’t help, but feel robbed a little. Two million gold and all they got was a rune that looked like it was a prize from a crackerjacks box.

Days went by and the number of recruits entering the clan grew. First a couple un-notables joined that quit supporting Alsius shortly after and became pacifists quitting the clan. Then an eight foot tall Utghar conjurer named Sydonay and a four foot tall dwarf barbarian name Dain Ironfoot joined the clan. Following them a scrawny Nordo barbarian named Dark Barbairian joined as well. With all these new recruits seeing that there was not a structure of support for these new members, Yawney decided that a sort of council needed to be created. He issued an edict that stated “those who achieve the greatest good deeds will be granted a position within the ruling council of the clan and there is only one open spot left.”

This edict immediately started a small rivalry between the 8 foot tall Utghar conjurer and the scrawny Nordo barbarian. Who would do the greatest good between these two, as the newly recruited dwarf seemed to lose interest in war?

The Nordo barbarian pulled at the purse strings of his affluent grandmother in order to get the best gear and complete a variety of deeds, but his personality and his gall quickly diminished the returns. Not only was he getting gold from his grandmother, but he was also demanding gold from those he helped. The conjurer on the other hand was telling those he saved to ‘pay it forward’ for the greater good of Alsius. The differences in personality quickly put Sydonay in the last council seat and Dark Barbairian would not forget this.

The outrage to losing to the Utghar Mage bred imperfection into the barbarian’s frame of mind, but he would not recognize his short comings to overcome them. Instead he had his grandmother pay off a warlock trainer to train the barbarian as a mage. He would get back at that goat by becoming the conjurers natural enemy, the Warlock. What he did not expect is that his mind had to be partially wiped and all of his skills as a barbarian had been removed. The warlock trainer was able to find a small spark of magic within and with the help of a conjurer friend, they pulled that spark into a developed mages mana pool. The transformation was complete and the newly constructed warlock returned to the Masters of Noobs, shedding his barbarian form, but also shedding parts of his hatred of Sydonay with the mind wipe procedure. Now known as Dark Warlock, he began anew, making the same mistakes he had before as a barbarian.

Next story “Dark Warlock and the Great Staff of Gonorrhea”

(Again this said "almost" true, some embellishments were necessary. Also we have a library in Montsognir, so yes we also have an archive.)

[Klutu]

Awesome Story Syd!

I Miss Master of Noobs :(

[Ulti19]

Haha, wicked tale syd. I love how u guys came up with the clan name :clapclap:

[Rhanya]

"Sigh"
Nice one Syd:)
Next story “Dark Warlock and the Great Staff of Gonorrhea”>>>pfft.....lol

[Freduardo]

All I can utter is a melancholic 'sigh'.


Great story. First thread I ever subscribed to.

[Tyrian]

do they also have a portal which can bring my Ra chars to horus? :P

Nice story, It's before i started horus, but the history of my alsirian fellows in Horus is always nice to hear ;)

[Angel_de_Combate]

Very cool story, well done :)


Following them a scrawny Nordo barbarian named Dark Barbairian joined as well.

Surely not the DB...?

Next story “Dark Warlock and the Great Staff of Gonorrhea”

Ooooh cant wait :p

[Yawney]

Yay I'm famous, also here's "sigh" from me...

Riveting tale, chap! xD I'm amazed that you remember stuff like the contest for the last high council spot (with the winner chosen before it started :P).

Oh DB... old "clanbuddy" of ours back on Ra...

[Mbwana]

very nice story xD (mont had a library? oO)

[Klutu]

very nice story xD (mont had a library? oO)

i don't consider it a libary. more like a creepy guy with a bookshelf :p

[Gytha_Ogg]

i don't consider it a libary. more like a creepy guy with a bookshelf :p

And that differs from a library how?

I KID! I KID! I love my librarian! :D

[Kianoni]

sigh :ohill:
brings back good memories, well written old mate. (yeah, not everything is correct but that's about how it started with MoN)

[Syd_Vicious]

Yep that is why i said almost true @ kianoni. I wrote it while u guys were offline and figured I had enough to make at least a plausible story, seeing as how I didn't get a clan invite until like 5 days after MoN was created.

Since people like it, I will write the follow on chapter in 8 hours.

[Syd_Vicious]

The night at times seems to speak in it’s own voice and phrases that pry the dreams from the mind. This language of serenity and peace can quickly turn to machinations of calamity and strife if misinterpreted. This night at camp the newly minted Masters of Noobs and their high council sat around the fire discussing matters of import in the Vinland Forest.

“Sydonay, you shouldn’t try and Warju so much, you need to learn how to be a proper conjurer,” ruffled Vainamoinen; the old goat.

“Look, my Zarkit lit a nice fire under those Syrt guards that were foolishly left alone at Trelle. I also healed those that needed healing. It might not have been done the way you wanted, but it got done,” retorted Syd. “If things get tough I will forgo my summons for the good of the group.”

While Syd and Vaina argued points of healing versus summoning; Yawney and Rhanya were looking out into the night sky.

“Tomorrow we battle along side Tyr’s Zorn. In this scarcely populated land they have made quite a name for themselves in a small amount of time.” Rhanya looked as if she was in a state of deep concentration as she spoke.

The Masters of Noobs had already had several battles won against the Syrtis presence on Horus, but it was nothing like the large battles she remembered from Ra with the green horde.

“You worry too much; all will be fine for you. This noob hunter is probably going to get a backside full of arrows and have to wait for Syd and Vaina to quit arguing long enough to resurrect me,” Yaw joked with a half smirk trying to settle Rhan’s unease.

Just as Rhanya was about to respond, Kianoni and Beardo the Knight came singing out of the woods with mead in hand. Just as they thought the last stanza completed and pleasant songs finished, Beardo bellowed:

Land of Hope and Glory
Dear Land of Hope, thy hope is crowned.
God make thee mightier yet!
On Sov'ran brows, beloved, renowned,
Once more thy crown is set.
Thine equal laws, by Freedom gained,
Have ruled thee well and long;
By Freedom gained, by Truth maintained,
Thine Empire shall be strong!

With that final verse the stalwart dwarf did beckon his tent to come to him and with a firm cold shoulder it did deny him, so he sat and slept under a tree not more than three meters from his furs. Kianoni, not as inebriated as Beardo, approached his friends in an elated stupor.

“We ran into a small band of young Syrtis that felt brave enough to raid an Alsius caravan heading out to supply the merchants in the war zone. Beardo and I rounded them up nicely and the ones who lived quickly ran and hid amongst the trees. The caravan was so thankful they rewarded us with a couple pints of mead of which I am sad to inform you, there is no more.” Kianoni stood on unsteady legs, moved past his friends, and headed straight for his bedroll.

The arrival of the drowsy and now sleeping dwarves influenced those still awake that now was the time for dreams and rest. The camp lay still and the night began its song. For most it was a time of serenity and calm, a time before the glory of battle and another hard victory won. The thick trees of the Vinland Forest had branches chirping in the wind and the predators of the forest howled and bayed, and the barrier for the camp humming in its force of waves whenever an insect flew into the magic shield. This nighttime orchestra seemed to lull the noobs to sleep, though one did not fare so well. Dark Warlock tried to sleep as he might, was continually visited by fractured dreams of times better forgotten. He sees himself as a barbarian; he remembered an emotion akin to failure in regards to an important task and most of all he sees Sydonay as if he were an enemy. These dreams did plague the warlock so that rest was uncomfortable and night a waking dream offering no respite from the day or explanation of feelings forced upon his psyche. Dark Warlock awoke in the morning less rested than when he had gone to sleep. Feeling a bit uneasy, he decided to speak with Rhanya the most powerful Warlock in the group to try to determine how he could avail himself of these dreams.

“Rhanya, do you have a moment?” Dark said as he used the clan rune to try and reach out for conversation.

“Of course what do you want Dark?” Rhanya asked intrigued by the early morning question.

“I am having these dreams that are difficult to interpret; they are almost as if I am trapped in another person’s body and worse of all I think it was someone the Syd had fought and won. I would like to know because I would not want this spirit influencing my decisions.” Dark said with trepidation.

“Dark that person is you. You gave up all that you were to become a warlock. Syd is not your enemy, but your friend. When you became a Warlock we believed you were doing it to become more powerful than Syd so you could challenge him for his High Council seat, but when you returned to us you didn’t have those ambitions. These dreams you are having are just a consequence of you forsaking your old life to become a warlock. You must steel your resolve and be strong enough to master these fractured dreams.” Rhanya then did not know whether being so forward was really the best thing to be in Dark’s case.

At this time, the runes of other clan members began to connect to the ethereal communication web that tied them all together, though Dark Warlock was oblivious to this.

“Well how do I become more powerful, I want to be the most powerful warlock in Alsius,” Dark seemed to say this with a malevolent sneer, as if his old personality was pushing through.

“Well you have to get your hands on the great staff in order to do that,” chuckled Syd, as his consciousness entered the conversation.

“The great staff? What is that? Why have I never heard of it” Dark anxiously asked, ignoring all hints that this was a great joke setup.

“Why, it is the Great Staff of Gonorrhea of course” Syd said. “Rhanya had one just last week.”

At that comment Rhanya trying to contain her laughter burst into a moment of seriousness “Syd!!!”

“What? Rhanya why didn’t you tell me you had the great staff? Can I have it,” Dark asked like a dog begging for table scraps.

“So Dark are you saying you want to have the Great Staff of Gonorrhea all to yourself?” Syd said, biting hard to avoid smiling.

“Yes, I want it for myself” Dark said in complete poise and seriousness. Then with a stupefied look, Dark said, “what exactly will it do to make me so powerful?”

“Why when you smite the enemy they will either die or have to return to their lands in order to seek medical aid at the conjurer free clinics. No more will you smite them only for them to get back up, but they will be gone for some time and return fearing the wielder of the Great Staff of Gonorrhea.” Syd now had moved his face very close to a tree and was pulling on his leg hairs to keep from laughing.

The clan members stood in awe of the conversation transpiring in the clans ethereal chat.

“Well then that does it, I must have the great staff. Rhanya what do you require for your great staff?” Dark asked in a stern commanding tone.

“I do not have a staff, I am a girl.” Rhan said in bewilderment.

“Rhanya we are about to have war at our very footsteps, I need the great staff.”

“Alright everyone wakey wakey, we need to get a move on it” bellowed Beardo, “we need to rendezvous with Tyr’s Zorn in an hour at Pinos.”
For this coming fight each fighter had their own superstition that became apparent. Vainamoinen prayed over his staff, Beardo did not wash his armor for a week prior, Kianoni checked the fletching of his arrows to ensure they would fly straight and true, and Dark Warlock continuously pestered Rhanya for the Great Staff of Gonorrhea as she tried to ignore him with every fiber of her being. Syd rode up on a horse coming from Birka with some last minute supplies. Yawney was surprised to see him wearing a new tunic, as his previous had nearly disintegrated from early battles. Yawney spooked Syd’s horse by appearing out of camo in front before it came to a halt, Syd being bigger than the horse simply stepped down off of it.

“Nice new tunic Syd,” Yaw said seemingly trying to make up for almost getting Syd thrown from his horse.

“T’is a bathrobe I stole from the Holiday Inn in Mont a fort night ago, but it will do” Syd said trying to calm his horse down.

With that statement tunics became known as the mage's bathrobes within the Masters of Noobs. Rhanya finally at her wits end with Dark pestering her for the Great Staff of Gonorrhea, so she sent Dark on a wild goose chase checking to see if the Staff had dropped during a fight with the dragon Alasthor, Aysor the legendary yeti or the lich lord Ades. Dark Warlock was never seen or heard of again... or was he?

Next Chapter: Masters of Noobs and Tyr’s Zorn battle the growing green horde on Horus!
(that is if you guys want me to write another one, again a lot of things in this story are embellished or made up for story telling purposes)

[Gawyn_Trakkand]

Wow I REALLY enjoy these stories alot Syd great work.

/me Subscribes.

[Syd_Vicious]

Just think as well that at least 85% of it is true. Although I did remove DB from the picture early so it didn't seem like we were flaming him (at this point in the clan he had multiple warnings, but that is a tale for another day) and I also added some more depth to his character xD . I also have introduced some characters early at this point since I can not for the life of me remember every little detail that happened over 18 months ago. I may write some more, but get distracted easily with side projects so encourage your friends to remind me to write if ya want to see more.

[Freduardo]

Beardo :D

Keep 'em coming Syd.

[Raideniza]

Nice, a lot better then those other stories. Good to remember Vaina, almost forgot about him. Will you write also about your (yours, la's, rhanya's & vaina's) short spell at syrtis on horus until that incident (iirc)?

[Syd_Vicious]

Nice, a lot better then those other stories. Good to remember Vaina, almost forgot about him. Will you write also about your (yours, la's, rhanya's & vaina's) short spell at syrtis on horus until that incident (iirc)?

I might have them duel each other idk, i will think about it. so far we have only covered like 2 weeks in august and that stint didnt happen until october.

[Raideniza]

I might have them duel each other idk, i will think about it. so far we have only covered like 2 weeks in august and that stint didnt happen until october.

Yup yup, we'll see. I'm quite interested in this story. Proceed. :)

[OverratedBdog]

HAHA love it im on horus and its true dont see many people :D

Love the story almost true Lol :clapclap::clapclap::clapclap::clapclap::clapclap: :clapclap::clapclap:

[Syd_Vicious]

I will kick out another mini chapter later tonight, though it will be competing for time with my fav show Supernatural. If not tonight then Friday night before Spartacus Blood and Sand (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KEpftmGyN9Q&feature=related) comes on.

[Syd_Vicious]

The meeting and time had been arranged; the Noobs arrived at Pinos and found Tyr’s Zorn already planning their tactics for the upcoming battle. Rhanya approached a stout dwarf that seemed to be doing a good portion of the planning.

“Hello Flens” she said.

“Prost!” was the reply she received from the dwarf and this seemed to start a sequence from the other Tyr members.

“Prost!” from Healerous, “Prost!” from Kinsa, “Prost!” from Illuminati, “Prost!” from Irodia Blitzkrieg, “Prost!” from Exodus, “Prostn” from Cortez and a final “Prost!” from Germany.

This form of greeting was new to some of the Noobs, but Kianoni, Vaina and Beardo replied with their own “Prost!” that encouraged the others to do so. After all pleasantries were aside they begun to speak of the task at hand.
“Kinsa said she had spotted the Syrtians preparing a war group. I will let her speak her findings” Flens then sat back down with the other Tyr’s Zorn members.

“The greens are beginning to amass a small war party; their orientation was towards puente blanco (PB – Spanish for white bridge). It appears they will shortly begin to move heading towards Samal Fort. This time of day the Igneans will be caught unaware and will not have the force to repel their attack,” Kinsa relayed.

“We can deal with two enemies at the same time if we hurry and take Samal” continued Healerous, “they won’t be expecting us to rush the fort before them and once they are dispatched we can take care of the Igneans.”

Samal could be a nice place if the warring lands could leave it alone. The nearby Oasis and Ignean market made it a prime trading and gathering location for Ignis. It did not have the beach of Menirah, though it did have a calming feeling about it and a mage could get lost in thought with the howling of the wind across the sand. For warriors though this sand was not a philosophical entreaty for empirical thought.

The grit of the sand bore down on his eyes and the sweat nearly blinded him, yet he knew he had to persevere. He took his two handed war hammer and steeled his reserve, with a warcry he broke into a sprint heading for Galynn the green conjurer. Just prior to Flens reaching the conjurer, the eight Syrtians were struck to the ground by a force of magick that temporarily overwhelmed them. Flens followed Illuminati’s Sultar’s Terror with his mind squasher technique to dispel the conjurer’s defensive magic that had minimized the impact. Bringing switching to his axe he let out a typhoon that once more brought the syrts down, felling three of them. Cortez followed with an expansive wave that fell 2 more. Cortez felt some of his life sap away and weaken. With that distraction Flens, Illuminati and Cortez were hit by Zodar's own Sultar's Terror that he used to create a distance barrier that allowed him and his fellow syrts to start to run toward puente blanco.

To the Noobs all was quiet except the Syrtians grunts of pain as the sultar leveled them to the ground and the sound of Flens hammer crushing through the mages shield, yet missing its mark. Those who had not known war before were slightly confused by the silence in between strikes and clashes. As if a dead calm had unhinged them from their lives and they were now experiencing a new life through someone else’s eyes. They also perceived another sense, a sense of being alone. Even though they were fighting along side of Tyr’s Zorn, it felt more like Tyr’s Zorn was fighting by themselves. This feeling was cemented when…

“AAaaaggghhh” Rhanya screamed as a Syrtian arrow had pierced through her magic shielding. Two more arrows tamed the wind and found their mark. Rhanya had fallen outside of the fort.

“heals, heals…” she cried while coughing up blood. She passed out, but not without seeing Germany and Exodus passing her without offering any help.

Yawney and Kianoni camo’ed and made way to dispatch the archer, neading towards the Ignis orc camp. They found Refetan running, trying to rejoin his green comrades; Kianoni let an arrow slip to knock the marksman off balance, flashing out of camouflage. Kianoni’s beastly wolf ran to claim its own attack, while Yawney shot an ensnaring arrow at Refetan and his own pet went in for battle. Refetan caught his footing and fired his own counter attack into Kianoni. Kianoni felt like an invisible force just caused his spleen to explode and recoiled from the pain of the invisible attack. Yawney’s ensare hit and both pets pounced on the marksman. Yawney sensed a large lurking presence during the attack on the marksman, felt a large drop of wet gooey saliva fall onto his shoulder and dodged a strike from a giant troll coming out of camo. A Syrtian hunter had rushed to the marksman’s aid. Nytefyre let loose his own ensare against Yawney.

Syd heard a cry and so did Vaina, both were involved with fighting and healing, but realized who had fallen. “Vaina you got her? I haven’t regained my strength from healing Beardo.”

“Yeah, but you should get rid of that Zarkit. It is drawing your attention away from healing people,” groaned Vaina.

“Stick to the matter at hand, Rhanya needs to be healed,” Syd looked at Vaina sternly. Sydonay’s Zarkit was on the parapet of the fort providing cover fire, attacking Nytefyre who had just come out of camouflage.
Vaina, well rehearsed in the sanctuary spell, enacted that most precious of conjurer powers and was soon outside the fort moving towards Rhanya. The energies he released revived Rhanya who made direct head way to the fort.
“Seriously, what the hell!” Rhanya said, still shaken up from her ordeal.
Kinsa then appeared behind Refetan and finished him with a dual shot to the back of the head. Healerous , Exodus, Flens, Cortez, Illuminati and Germany were running after the Syrtian group trying to earn everyone a reprieve from the combat.

Kinsa’s stealthy arrival had caught Nytefyre off guard. He had been wounded by that damned Zarkit and was not ready to die because of a noob warju. His fight or flight senses kicked into high gear. Realizing he was out numbered He began to run and sent his troll after Kinsa as a means of diversion for his escape. Kinsa, Kianoni and Yawney halted their chase to stop the impeding behemoth from attempting to crush them. The beast had fallen but only after a combined attack from all three hunters and the Zarkit. The hunters weary and tired returned to the fort to be healed by Syd and Irodia, while Vaina tended to Rhanya.

“I swear Vaina that was total BS, they walked right passed me,” Rhanya said still infuriated.

“Calm down Rhan, in the heat of battle the vision can become narrow and the mind focused on one task,” Vaina said trying to calm her down.
Once refreshed the group in the fort met with those who had chased the Syrtis away. There was another uneasy calm. The Tyr’s clan was still not speaking at all and the Noobs after what happened to Rhanya did not know whether they were really amongst friends or just convenient extra bodies to help Tyr.

The Noobs decided to return to Vinland Forest, as the objective had been met. No Igneans had arrived or if they had, Tyr’s Zorn without any word to the Noobs had killed them. This uneasy acquaintance did not leave a good taste in the back of Rhanya’s mouth and she wondered if they should depend on Tyr’s for anything again.

Next chapter: Cat Fight, Rhanya versus Kinsa :swordfight:

(yeah war parties were kinda small back then so 10 syrtis was considered big as the warzone was not very populated)

[Rhanya]

damn....nice memories...now when i look back..i'm laughing but ..heh i was damn pissed during the fights when horus started...
Next chapter: Cat Fight, Rhanya versus Kinsa>>>pffft xD
/me is waiting...

[Yawney]

Will there be pictures?

[Syd_Vicious]

Mental pictures. The hardest time I am having with writing these is that I can not remember the names of anyone that only played for like a month, shown up in the war zone, and then never seen again. Or those who were there for six months and then went on to greener mmo pastures.

[Kianoni]

Nice stories syd. I seem to have lost all old screenshots when I upgraded my gaming rig - would have been nice to add some of em here. I also forgot to backup profiles for X52Pro and TrackIR5 (hours of programming lost), pfft.

[Raideniza]

Moar!!!!!!

[Syd_Vicious]

All-righty, I been busy restarting MoN with Yawney and Kianoni and RL so I will knock out the next chapter sometime this week.

[Klutu]

WB MoN!! :D

was always my favorite clan to fight against when i was a gelf :)

[Mbwana]

yay! MoN's back :D I saw a couple of you the last few days already, but still nice to see it confirmed

[Syd_Vicious]

Part 1:

Rhanya was interested in the soul altar near Trelle for many reasons. One was that it seemed to have the same exact runic markings that the altar near Stone had. What made these altars call the life force of the fallen back and resurrect them as they had been prior to falling? Why did these altars have the same runic markings and the same ethereal fires burning? If these altars all have the same runic markings, how is it that they only work for the warriors of a specific land? All these questions seemed to race through her head. While she was gathering her thoughts Kianoni appeared behind her.

“Well the area around here is still clear, I don't think I understand your fascination with the soul altar. I just hope something good can come from the understanding of them,” Kia said.

“These altars were here prior to us, they call us back here when we die, and only those from our realm can use them. In Syrtis it is much of the same, only Syrts can use the altars in that land. Why is that so? I wonder if these altars have a connection to the fabled Soul Monger.” Rhanya appeared to get lost in thought again.

At that moment Kinsa appeared behind Rhanya and Kianoni.

“Hey you guys, we are going to strike Stone. The Syrts appear to be gathering at their small party and our initial information indicates they plan to hit Pinos. We could do it by ourselves, but if you would like to come we would welcome the assistance.”

Kia looked at Kinsa, “Well I guess if it will protect our lands I am in, I need to tame a new pet along the way though.”

Rhanya looked down trodden, her work would have to be put on hold. Without Kia scanning for her, she was susceptible to an ambush. “I will come too then, the faster we can take care of the threat the faster I can get back to my work.”

With that Rhanya and Kia followed Kinsa to puente pinos where Tyr's Zorn had gathered in preparation for the coming battle. All the same faces from the battle at Samal were present minus the full complement of fighters from Masters of Noobs. This was a little unsettling to Rhanya, not only was she back with the people who did not help her at Samal, she did not have conjurers she could trust with her. If she were to fall she would get a first hand experience of her soul being ripped and sent back to the Soul Altar where she would have to wait to be resurrected. While this tempted her objective mind focused on study of the altars, it offended her personally.

Flens seeing the arrival of Kinsa, Kia and Rhanya immediately greeted them, “Prost!”

“Prost!” from Healerous, “Prost!” replied Kinsa, “Prost!” from Illuminati, “Prost!” from Irodia Blitzkrieg, “Prost!” from Exodus, “Prost!” from Cortez and a final “Prost!” from Germany.

Rhanya and Kia replied with a prost of their own. Flens looking at them after the pleasant greetings were over began to speak the plan Tyr's had settled on.

“Alright we are going to use the beach path to travel to Stone. This is a more direct route and it will allow us to avoid all of those cyclops that obscure our vision of incoming enemies. The beach has only a minor threat of Aquantis that anyone of us can handle so the risk is minimal. This route will also provide us with the ability to avoid detection by the Syrtian hunters as we us the terrain to obscure their tracking ability. Once we complete our trek from the beach we will rus h the Fort and kill anyone inside. This will discourage the greens from trying to attack Pinos.”

The plan seemed to be well formed, thought out and concise. This communication somewhat put Rhanya's mind at ease from the previous battle and she actually looked forward to attacking Stone. In a likewise state Kia seemed anxious to attack the Fort as well.

With that they set off to take the fight once more to the Syrtians. Kia reported through the clan rune that the Fort had not been secured and only a handful of the typical syrtian inept guards were present. The rush was on and with that Rhanya closed her eyes in anticipation.

Rhanya awoke at the altar, resurrected near Kia. Tyr's Zorn were no where in sight.

“What the f*ck was that?!?” Kia yelled loudly.

“I don't know, the altar apparently has some sort of fugue state associated with it. In a little while we maybe able to recall what happened” Rhan replied though her eyes looked like she was attempting to search deeply in the recess of her mind for an answer.

They decided it was not the best for them to stand out by the altar out in the open in their current state and made way for Pinos. When they arrived at Pinos they over heard the gate guards speaking about how Tyr's Zorn had taken over Stone and had then head for Samal. The flashes then began for Kia, he saw brief glimpses of images of the last remaining minutes he was a live in Stone.

In these mental images Tyr's was no where around, it was just Rhan and him. Alone in Stone while the Syrts were breaking the gate. A flash of a memory from before then hit him, the Fort was theirs and the Tyr's had asked if he could scout the Syrtian Market to see if any Syrts were coming. By the time he had come back from scouting only Rhan was in the Fort.

Rhan started to have slight flashbacks as well. Kia had gone to scout the market area. All the Tyr's had fallen silent. Rhan decided to see if she could get a better vantage point from the tower to see if Kia would come back alone or have the dogs of Syrtis behind him. For a time she could only see the Forest to the South West, the ocean near Central Island to the West and North West, and the plain leading towards the Syrtian Market. All was very quiet. She decidec that maybe it was better to get on the parabet since Kia was a dwarf after all and might be missed from such a height. When she moved down the tower she found she was a lone. Kia appeared in the Fort with an alarmed expression on his face.

“Where the hell are the Tyr's?” he said frantically. As he said that a rush of fire could be seen outside that engulfed the inept guards that had been assigned to protect the gate. The fire disapated and the chipping of steel against the wooden gate had begun.

“They have a couple barbarians, a conjurer and a lock out there. This does not bode well for us.” Kia said as he rushed to catch his breath.

With that Rhanya began to work her magic and a black ring of energy encircled her.

“At least this may give us some time to fight back,” she said as she poured her magic through the gate openings that had been created. “This will at least stop the conjurer from healing them.”

Kia ran up the parapet and began to unfirl his arrows at the conjurer. The arrows looked to be on mark, but were repelled by a magic barrier. His pet had been killed by the warlock and his arrows were not serving him well at all right now.

Rhanya shot blasts of crystals through the openings in the door, trying to stop or slow down the impending collapes of the gate. Through the openings in the gate caused by the conflict she could see a barbarian with an axe and an executor helm looking at her intently.

Oro the Manslayer saw his target within the fort and would not let up his relentless pounding on the gate, knowing soon it will collapse and the fort would belong to Syrtis once more. Zodar unleashed his own blast of crystals through the openings and sent Rhanya flying back as they richocheted off of her magic barrier. Umaril began to hold closer to the door in order to avoid more attacks from that hunter on the parapet. Vortigern was running up to the fort to reinforce Oro and Mele's pounding on the gate. Wit h that extra bit of strength the gate came tumbling down.

Rhanya felt Mele's hammer disapate her magic barrier, crushing her staff arm and lastly felt the sting of Oro's axe sliced through her vitals as she fell. Kianoni felt instant pain as Umaril summoned a swarm of vines that entangled his legs. The last thing Kia heard was the whirling of the wind as a meteor crashed down on him from the sky, coutesy of Zodar.

Both Kia and Rhan were seven shades of fire at the realization that they were left behind to be slaughtered by the greens. Just then Hipshot appeared behind them.

“Kia, Rhan; Kinsa asks if you could meet them at PP in order to attack Stone again.” Hipshot unaware of the web he was walking said it calmly and without pause.

“You can tell that...” Kia was cut off by Rhan, “tell Kinsa that Tyr's can go a head on their own and we may reinforce them.”

Within 30 minutes Kinsa was walking on her way to Pinos back from the soul altar.

Kinsa saw Rhan and thus the cat fighting began.

“Why didn't you come to PP? We could of really used your help back their Rhan,” Kinsa said.

“Because you are the embodiment of arrogance, you and your clan. You left Kia and me to die back their at Stone and you deserved no less than what we got. Even back at Samal when I was hit your conjurers left me to die and walked right past me. Who's realm are you working for anyways? It seems to me that you are working only for yourselves and the rest of us are just tools as a means to an end.” Rhanya was trying to remain as calm as possible, but the beligerant tone would not be silenced.

“Oh so now we are straight talking, alright I like that. Well the conjurers you spoke of are not healers, they are warjurers, so expecting a heal from them is wishful thinking. The healing conjurers were inside the fort away from where you were fighting. Also one of your conjurers was warjuing as well so I don't think you can really complain about ours.” Kinsa was being matter-of-fact about everything and it only seemed to egg on further discussion.

“Well we have also tried to setup duels with Syrts who are not a part of the main green zerg so we can get better training in fighting them. The other day while we were near PP2 Cortez ruined our duel by killing the Syrt even though we Cortez not too. Your clan may have a lot of experience in the war zone, but your clan mates put themselves on lofty pedestals and do whatever they feel like ruining training for Alsians who are trying to learn.” Rhanya seemed a little less agitated at this point.

“If you want to duel a green then you should not do it near a bridge, go some where secret where you can fight. You can't expect people to not fight against an enemy who is out in the open where there are no rules to stop them from doing so,” again Kinsa replied matter-of-factly.

[Syd_Vicious]

Part 2: :clapclap:

“If there are no rules then at least you should have respect for your fellow realm-mates! In addition, why is their always silence? We get the first bit of information when you are finished planning and then we are cut off from everything. No communication is like fighting alone by yourself without any support. That is why you are arrogant. You don't communicate, you don't respect your fellow Alsians and you only think of yourselves.” Rhanya was a bit out of steam at this point, feeling a large bit of weight had been lifted off of her shoulders.

“Well I do concede to your point about silence, we are overly reliant on our clan rune to speak to each other and may leave others out. Though I think your other rants are bullsh!t. We respect you and that is why we asked you and Kia to join us at Stone. Also we have never received an invitation from Masters of Noobs to join anything so how are we only thinking of ourselves if we are inviting others and others do not invite us?” Kinsa then looked at Rhanya as if expecting a cold calculated response.

“I grow tired of arguing with you. This is getting old very quickly. I can speak volumes about my points, but I grow tired of you missing the point and trying to spin everything I say to be bullsh!t. You are not going to change my opinion of you and your clan. I still think your clan lacks respect, honor and a lot of other things. So until you can prove me wrong my feelings will not change, your actions will speak louder than your hollow words today.” With that Rhanya stomped off towards Pinos Market.

Kia on the other hand, during this whole argument could only think of Rhanya and Kinsa wrestling in a mud pit while he drank mead and placed bets on who would win. Apparently the inept guards at Pinos thought the same as they had started pouring water on the ground. How disappointed they must have been when it didn't happen, but hey at least they can play it out in their minds.

Next Chapter: Sytian Body Swapping? What are Vaina, Syd, Rhan and La doing in syrtian bodies? Who's writing this crap? xD

[Raideniza]

Next Chapter: Sytian Body Swapping? What are Vaina, Syd, Rhan and La doing in syrtian bodies? Who's writing this crap? xD
Yay, DO IT :D


Oh and... You didn't mention Mr. T H C // Refetan when naming the Tyr's. If my memory serves me, he has well moved from Syrtis to Alsius by that point in your stories. :D

[Syd_Vicious]

I think Refe started up in Alsius in October when Rhan, Vain, La and I had our syrtian switch. I don't think I remember him until late October when I started switching back. The rift between Kinsa and Rhan may have played out on the forums later in October, but I am bringing it up a little earlier since it was a part of the motivation for some people to check out syrtis before the laundry was aired out for everyone. So this part of the story only represents late September.

[ncvr]

I remember Refe being around for some time before La graduated in Alsius.

[Raideniza]

Hmm, well quite interesting. What's gonna be in your syrtian story? Savecamping event that made you guys go back to Alsius?