Real Life RPG (13 page)

“You can be a real dick you know that?” Ferocity said as she faced me. “Those guys were real cool and even went into the poor house feeding that thing of yours” she said as she pointed to Leeroy.

“At least I have chicken” Leeroy replied as he stuffed the entire drumstick into his mouth and started chewing.

“They attacked us, I don’t owe those guys anything, the way I see it, I was kidnapped before they got a chance to pay me. When I came back they attacked me instead of giving me my money, I don’t need whatever help they are offering”.

“Well the Horde is not going to look down on their kindness” Ferocity said, finality in her voice.

“What the Horde does is not of my concern, just as long as I am not brought into it” I replied as I could feel my anger subside a lot. “So it’s kinda dark outside, are we going to go get you turned into an orc or what Bianca?”

“Yeah!” Bianca replied. “My mom and my dad are both back in the world now though and they even bought another capsule for my little brother. My dad wants to be the one to take me”.

I smiled at her as the girl pulled out a teleport scroll and vanished. I walked Ferocity back down the stairs where her people were at, partly so my troops wouldn’t attack but the majority of the reason was to ensure they had someone posted outside to kill any would be raiders. I went to sleep when I got back into the throne room and wondered if there was any way to get a bed brought up here.

CHAPTER 4

Game Over!!!

I awoke the next morning somewhat refreshed, the raid was supposed to go down while one of the chicks from Fire Stryke ex-husband was away at work. The raid went off without a hitch as we quickly overwhelmed the shield, apparently the husband counted on his remote location as his main defense, whenever this guy got back on to play I figured he would be pissed as my cut of the raid came out to two platinum, which came just in time. I duplicated one and used the other to help pay for the shield. The Horde though, due to my recent attitude when dealing with the Soldiers of Light decided to leave me, Fire Stryke offered them a piece of land that they could build on near theirs. Since getting to the stronghold involved hours of climbing mountains without any kind of wildlife to at least make the trip worth it, it would be the perfect place. Add in the fact in order to get to castle after climbing all that way was through a narrow pass, in which the Horde would be building their stronghold, and I could see why the other guild gave them the land. The problem I would have would be who could take care of my castle now?

I sat in my throne room and surmised that I needed people I figured, people that would fight to keep this place safe but those who wouldn’t betray me. The more and more I looked at it, the more and more I figured the castle would have to be just a front, I needed someplace secret. I thought about the place as an idea hit me. I pulled out a teleportation scroll, I really didn’t need it but it was given to me along with money from the raid and picked Mandalo and read from the scroll.

That made me smile even harder as I could hear a pounding on my dome shield and went outside. There were 100 or so people gathered in a surprise attack. I could see Jokesonyou as part of the group, his elves were pounding away with magic, arrows and even their swords. To the left of his group I saw Big Sally and Frankie Kneecaps, each smiling as their forces made up of nothing  but orcs joined the elves in their assault. Peppered throughout the force were factionless players, probably mad that I cut off access to the soul stones. When they broke through they will be angry to find out they cannot make this place their own stronghold, sure they could camp out here and kill all who approach but without the ability to get a shield in place they would soon lose interest. If this was my stronghold, at least for the time being I knew there was one thing I could do that would piss them off. Normally in a stronghold you can with the use of teleportation scrolls teleport to and from your stronghold. You also had the ability at the cost of 20 gold per day to set up a permanent teleport flame, all who walk through it would be transported to a city of your choice. If I am in charge of this castle the way Brutale was, it wouldn’t matter if it was overran or not, I could change where the end point would be. I threw out a couple of hellfire balls at my attackers and then went to flee to the uproar of my attackers. I could hear their battle cries, my hell flame may not kill anyone with the healers I saw in the crowd but that was just for show anyway. I made my way back to the throne room and looked at the teleportation circle of flame. I clicked on it and saw I could in fact change the destination point without worry of it being changed back. Bonus was that normally the Frost Lands were special in that you could not just teleport there, well I could I thought. If not I could always teleport back to this room and change the destination again. I decided the former homeland of the orcs  would be a good place for them to go and changed the destination. My shield was getting weaker by the moment as I teleported to Mandalo.

I arrived on Mandalo, already a level 19 one level under the city guards. I made my way down to the waterfront, other players wisely kept clear of me as I went along. The game allowed for placing a stronghold anywhere, you only needed the resources to begin. Most people chose not to do such a thing though, there were players who got off on destroying strongholds, building one just anywhere invited trouble. Here on the island though I was the biggest most dangerous thing around. I walked over to the boat and could still see the ship’s captain standing there bored as one player was able to board.

“Leeroy are you hungry?” I asked as I looked at all the other players milling about.

“Leeroy always want food” the troll said as he eyed the players by the shore.

“The only thing I don’t want you to do is eat the ship captain” I said as I turned him loose. My new plan was to charge 10000 gold in order for someone to leave the island or 5000 if they became level 16. Since the highest enemy level on the island was 14 other that Leeroy, It would take someone some serious grinding to reach those milestones. Since all of these folks are murderers and rapist I don’t feel too bad about it, even if Gage and the Bollys had been a good help. The next thing I did was get on my interface and summon a worker, it would take him a long time to build a grand castle but that was not what I needed, all I needed to do was build the most simplistic shack possible, technically it was possible for the inmates on the island to do the same but once they heard about the glitch no one bothered. Hell if I couldn’t be a big fish in a big pond, I could be a big fish in a tiny pond. I put the laborer to work building my stronghold, NPC’s like this normally costs about 30 silver per day, more than enough for what I needed. After ensuring Leeroy would not eat my worker, I then made my way over to Mandalo the city, where I could see a number of people get the hell out of my way. I thought about going to Menstrual but thought better of it, instead I rented a room in Mandalo, anyone who even thought of bothering me I killed instantly. I stayed like this for three or four months, I lost count of how long it was, trekking to the shore to see a well fed Leeroy each day to make sure someone hasn’t found a way past him. My stronghold was finally completed although small it was. The NPC had gained sentience, I shit you not his name was Tim Taylor. I kept him on to make any repairs, he fashioned himself a room in what looked more like a house than a proper stronghold. The only thing that mattered to me was that I could buy a small dome shield to cover it, it was only 2000 health points but with Leeroy fighting all comers it might as well had been 2,000,000. People had to be anxious now that the soul stones were no more, I could grab a bunch of them and make a killing. I tried to teleport to the Frost lands first, if it didn’t work I could always get back to my throne room.

My teleporting worked as I immediately started searching for as many soul stones as I could find. I could not last longer than an hour in the land despite setting a fire using my abilities. When I left I had gathered 17 of the stones, the only thing I needed to do then was to find a main town, like Ambush or Precision and go to the auction houses to put these stones up for sale. My biggest problem is that since I did not start from there I did not receive any class quest, which at least would have put me in the right direction. In the end I teleported to the orcs old homeland, curious as to what I would find.

When I arrived there were elves about, but this was a token force, probably just sentries to alert Jokesonyou, as is I couldn’t even make out a castle being built. Someone spotted me as I started to run, easily out distancing those on foot, the people with mounts though were a different story. They gained on me as I fled, eventually they would overtake me but I continued to run. I started feeling arrows whiz by me as one found a spot in the center of my back. The blow took off 30% damage as I turned around and let my hellfire find a target. I could see there were twelve of them now, a lot more than I could handle on my own as I took off again. I activated the demon’s wrath just as another arrow slammed into me. Every attack to an opponent’s back was a critical hit as my wings sprouted. I took to the skies as another arrow found purchase, reducing my life points to 18% but my speed was much greater now, the fact I could fly over obstacles they had to go around let me out pace them and cover a huge hunk of ground. As my 60 seconds neared its end I landed safely and checked my map. I could see there was a city or something coming up that I could reach in a hour or so, but it looked too small to be any of the starting cities. I began walking as someone instant messaged me.

“Hey Jackson, this is me Harold”

“Harold? What the fuck man, you company is shady as hell” I replied.

“Hey man I heard what happened, I tried to find you online but you were being shielded somehow. Patrick has for the most part totally locked us out as admins. We can only do simple things now, I think it is becoming aware. Hey where are you right now?”

“I don’t know really but I can meet you at Seafarin if you know where that is”.

“The town all the criminals wash up on? Yeah I know where that is at, we were trying to make it impossible for anyone in the main game to get there but we failed. Hey man I know life must be kinda hard for you, do you want to join my guild?”

“I wish Harold, but Brutale has become aware, that would be no Bueno but I do have you some soul stones”.

“How in the hell did you manage that? When I heard Brutale was no longer guarding the frost lands I went there to get one but found out there was a shield surrounding that place”.

“Yeah that one was mine, but I got your soul stones but I am going to need you to show me to all the big cities or possibly help me out. I wasn’t much of a gamer and although I have been pretty lucky I know my time is going to run out”.

I waited for Harold to enter Seafarin and met him there. As soon as I arrived I shout went up and the guards came to grab me. Luckily I saw Harold, he was a death mage now and had two players with him, one looked to be a tank while the other was an archer. I clicked on Harold’s party request and vanished, right into a strange looking castle.

“Man we are sorry to do this to you, but you can say they made me a deal I couldn’t refuse” Harold said as I was instantly hit with some kind of stasis magic.

“Now look what we got here Sal” Frankie Kneecaps said as other players streamed into large room where I was being held. Every time the effect wore off another mage would put me under again, where I had control of my faculties, I just couldn’t move or cast spells.

“Oh it’s Mr. High and Mighty, not so tough now are you?” Big Sally said as he walked into the room. I could see they were both at level 70, to get that high they probably pressured a bunch of players to make them a part of their party and power level them by fighting tough monsters. “Don’t blame ole Harold there, he has real world bills to pay, well not anymore”.

I could see Harold shrug as he and his group left, the thing that surprised me was that my old guild, the Horde were also prominently around the room. Agony was not too high a level, he was a level 48, the other two were elders were a level 50. Agony walked up to me and attempted to search me, unfortunately for him the game prevented thefts of merchandise on players in stasis and I don’t think they would be that dumb to let me out.

“You have doomed us!” Ferocity said with as much hate as her troll eyes could muster. “You somehow blocked access to the Frost Lands, humans grow while the trolls stay few in number. How could you do this to us!”

“Careful there woman” Big Sally said as he walked up. “If you kill this guy who knows how long it will be until we catch him again. Now Gray I have had my people look into you, killing your loved ones wouldn’t work, and in order to torture you I could make a mistake and you would die. Then you would be off the hook, since it is unlikely I could ever catch you so easily”.