An Almost True Tale from the Alsius Archives (Horus)

[Gytha_Ogg]

Originally Posted by Klutu

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

And that differs from a library how?

I KID! I KID! I love my librarian!

[Kianoni]

sigh
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 . 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

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]

Originally Posted by 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)?

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]

Originally Posted by Syd_Vicious

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.