Me: OK so I play Mabinogi waaay too much. Then I saw how pretty the blunt spirit ego was, and I got this idea so I haad to write this story, I don't know if I'm going to finish it all the way, but I had to post at least the first chapter. So for the record, if anyone wants to try to create what the character looks like on Mabinogi, he's 16, orangish-yellow skin, light-blue preppy haircut, blue-gray foreign eyes, and small lips, and wears Messenger's Wear.(Not my character, just for the record.)
Inside Ciar Dungeon, there was a party 6. Everyone had finished killing their monster, everyone but one. There in the dark chilling dungeon was a boy. Who was still fighting the Rat man. What made him different and slower than everyone else was that he had no weapon. His weapon was his two fist and Terk's Open Finger Gloves. Already working up a sweat from a short fight, his impatient companions quickly sliced through the rat with their blades. The boy slumped onto the cool floor of the dungeon, exhausted.
"Honestly, You need to get a weapon! Stop it with your sissy slaps!" Barked one red haired member.
"He's right," Added in a blond haired one, "You look pretty weak, and you'll probably still look pretty weak even with a weapon." Followed by a chorus of yes'.
"Yea... He is kind of scrawny looking..." Whispered a brunette, taking a look at the boy gasping for air in front of them. He had yellow skin with a hint of orange, Light-blue Preppy haircut, blue-gray foreign eyes, and wore a Messenger's Wear.
"Cutting them with a blade..." Mumbled the boy, "Looks like... It hurts..." Everyone gathered closer to hear what he said.
"Of course it hurts you Twit!" Yelled a black haired man, "That's the whole point!"
"Well how about his?" Offered a blond lady, handing him a stick. "This definitely won't severely hurt them." The boy looked at the stick for a second before grabbing it, then further examined it.
"Thank you... But it seems to be quite fragile..." He mumbled once more.
"Oh don't worry about it! It'll be fine!" The lady snickered. The boy believed her whole heartily and accepted the gift. The group charged into battle once more and when he smacked a white snake the stick snapped right in half! The other members quickly finished their kill and ran to the boy. He thought they were going to save him from the snake charging at him, but no one made a move. Stunned, he was bitten and knocked over. Yet still no one offered help. Someone did kill the snake for him, but they just stood as statues. That was until they broke into laughter. His face showed complete anguish. He stood and clutched his shaking-bitten hand and slowly navigated his way out of the dungeon. Now a mixed face of scorn and grief appeared. Once out of the dungeon many people saw his battered condition and offered for help, but he no longer wish for anyone's "help" any longer. He dragged his body all the way to town.
"Why Hello there Noel!" The Wise man gave a hearty smile to the boy.
"Hello, Sir..." Noel replied with a slight bow.
"Did you hurt yourself again?" Duncan asked raising his eyebrow.
"Nothing Sir... Just a mis fortunate happening..."
"Doesn't look like nothing, but I'll let this one slide." Duncan looked at Noels lifeless eyes, and grieving face. "Come now boy! Show the world your pretty face!" He cheered as he pulled Noel's cheeks into a smile.
After releasing his cheeks Noel rubbed his face with his good hand and gave a small smile. Duncan face also relaxed into a more calm, mature state.
"So what do you want to talk about this time?" Duncan inquired gazing upon the villagers.
"I need better defense to protect myself,...And I was hoping I could help a villager... to gain an enchant...perhaps?" Noel answered, feeling slightly better.
"I bet you're just trying to show that handsome face of yours around town."
"No Sir..." Noel's face redden as he stared to the ground.
"Then shouldn't you be working on your offense more?"
"No Sir..."
"Very well, I hear Nora needs some help getting a fire in the Inn."
"Thank you Sir... Do you mind... If I may receive some... treatment...?" Noel eyed his wound. Duncan tossed him a bandage and sent him on his way. Noel slowly made his way to the Inn, fastening the bandage onto his wound. While still fixating the bandage he knocked on the door. Nora opened the door and giggled at the boy who stood before her. He had part of the bandage in his mouth, his good hand holding his injured one steady and more bandages all over. They stood for a few seconds like that before Noel quickly fixed his bandages sloppily.
"Hello Miss Nora... You have a problem with the fire... Right?"
"Hey there Kiddo!" Nora gave a warm smile, "We're having trouble getting a fire started since we're out of gas, so we're going to have to use natural gas to feed this fire." Noel looked a bit disturbed at her comment. Then Nora realized what she said and reworded it. "I-it's not what you think! W-we just need you to get us some fire wood ok ok?!" She speedily said. He gave a small nod and brushed it off, then pulled an ax from the side of his backpack and began chopping away at the tree.
"Miss Nora... No offense but... You're quite... Unusual." Noel muttered as he stuffed a log into his backpack.
"Well there's nothing wrong with being a little out of the norm," Nora replied sitting down on the grass, "Otherwise everything else is so boring! I mean look at you, Noel! You're an interesting kid, you don't carry a weapon, you listen... I think... And you a very umm... Defensive." Noel had finished gathering all the logs and began lighting them inside the Inn. Once the fire got going Noel packed his things and stood outside waiting for an owl to deliver his reward.
"You know Noel, if you had a weapon you wouldn't get hurt as often." Nora stated leaning against the door frame.
"Miss Nora... Please..." Noel didn't bother to turn around, "I've had enough for one day." He hissed a bit forcefully. Nora taken back for half a second but barely shaken.
"I see..." She got off the door frame and walked around to face Noel, "How about a blunt weapon?"
Noel raised his head in interest. They talked about the weapon and how to get it for a while.
"Come on Noel, it definitely won't severely hurt the monsters." Nora pouted. Noel cringed a bit hearing the sentence that left him this wound. He shook off the cold feeling and heaved a sigh.
"I...I will give it a chance..."
Nora jumped with joy and quickly ran inside. Noel stood there a bit dazed of what happened. Then Nora came sprinting out with a slim box in her hands. When she opened it, there sat a Mace. It was rather worn, but usable. Nora face was filled with excitement.
"Here take this," She shoved the mace into Noel's hands, "It's durability is in tip-top shape and it's pro efficiency is only 20, but I'm sure everything will workout!"
Noel starred at the mace in his grasp, it was quite heavy and had an antique look. Without another word Nora ran back into the inn to get back to her life. Noel swung the mace around a few times, accidentally banging trees sometimes, and was quite pleased how it didn't break the surface of anything it hit. After receiving his reward from the owl, he quickly sprinted back to Ciar dungeon to take it for a spin. He no longer worried about totally massacring the foes and was able to do better in the dungeons. After a week working with the mace, the pro efficiency had gone up to 100 and the durability had dropped to 2/11(It had been repaired a few times). Noel was able to collect about 200,000 gold. Not much, but enough to live with for quite a while. He was humming a tune while shinning his mace in town. Then Duncan spotted him.
"Well well boy! It's been awhile!" Duncan patted him on the back, "So looks like you've gotten a weapon!"
"Yes Sir, I'm quite pleased." Noel answered without hesitation.
"You seem to love your mace quite a lot!"
"Never let it out of my site."
"You know... I've hear quite an interesting rumor." Duncan sat next to Noel with a small smile. Noel continued polishing his mace.
"... Really...?"
"Yes and your mace would be perfect for it!" Noel pulled his mace closer to his body. "Now I don't know if you've noticed, boy, but there have been some people walking around with glowing weapons!"
Noel looked up to see what Duncan was talking about, and as he said, there was a large amount of people with a glowing weapon.
"Those, my boy, are ego weapons. Weapons that carry a spirit within them. I thought this might be a good opportunity for you. Ego weapons have been quite popular recently. They require attention and your weapon has to meet certain requirements, but I'm sure you'll be fine seeing as how much you love that mace."
"Why... why are you telling me this?" Noel stopped polishing his mace and placed it on his lap.
"Well... You seem a bit lonely. I hear that you can talk with them and I was hoping your social skills would improve. It might make your future easier for you."
"I'm fine without people." Noel got up and headed toward the pastures. There Noel petted the sheep and just relaxed on the fields. Deian spotted him and quickly ran up to him.
" This is Deian's territory! Leave my field alone! Why are you always sitting in my fields?! " Noel didn't really understand why Deian was always so uptight with him, but sat up to talk to him.
"I like it here..." Noel laid back down.
"You were here yesterday and the day before that and the day before that!" Deian was stomping his foot on the ground, "Find someone to talk to already! Are you going to come here again?!"
"Yes..."
"WHY?!" Deian was practically breaking down onto the floor.
"Because... I like it here." There was steam coming from Deian's head and he pulled Noel up and started pushing him towards the bridge.
"Go talk to Tarlach, get an ego or something! Just leave me alone!" And he stormed off without another word. Noel was quite puzzled and looked at the mace in his hands. He shrugged and headed to Sidhe Sneachta. When he go to the Druid's Altar he found a fuzzy bear. Noel approached it cautiously and petted it. Then flopped to the ground.
'Where's Tarlach? I'm sure that guy said to come here..." Noel referring to a stranger who walked past. Then in a blinding light Tarlach appeared. He was glared at Noel, brushing off the top of his head. Noel felt nervous from his intense stare and obvious dislike of being petted.
"Aah..." Noel's mouth was open, but no sounds came out.
"Do you have business here?" Tarlach's posture was calm but his voice sounded venomous.
"Eeh-eh-Yes!"
"Well?" Tarlach eyed him. Noel was grasping his mace firmly with both hands and his knees were shaking.
"I-I want an ego..." He whispered.
"I cannot help you just like that," Tarlach turned his back to Noel, "Talk to Aodhan." Noel felt frustrated and ran to the closest moon gate to Emain Macha. Running through the busy streets he found Aodhan standing tall, and intimidating..., by the castle. Noel ran up to him and before he could say anything Aodhan spoke first.
"My! That's quite a weapon you have there," Aodhan's eye's focusing only on the weapon. Noel put it behind his back. "And quite a bond as well..."Aodhan scowled a little and Noel shrunk a little. "Go talk to Tarlach if you're interested in making an ego weapon. You have my recommendation."
Noel was pretty ticked but still continued his quest. Running all the way back to Tir Chonaill. The sun was beginning to rise and Noel ran as quickly as he could. Once reaching the Druid's Altar he stood before a bear... Noel looked up at the sky to see the sun was way up there shining brightly. So he sat down waiting till nightfall in the snowy land. After waiting for hours, the Eweca rose and Tarlach appeared before him. Noel, nearly frozen, brushed off the snow on him and present his mace to Tarlach.
"Ah, so I see you have Aodhan's blessing."
Noel was gritting his teeth, "Yes, yes I do."
"Very well, first get me a book from Aeira." Noel bit his tongue and sprinted to Dunbarton. On the way an owl dropped a scroll from Tarlach to him. Noel presented the scroll to Aeira, received the book, and took a moon gate back to Tir Chonaill. He ran back up to the Druid's Altar and spoke to Tarlach once more.
"Here!" Noel tossed the book at Tarlach, who caught it. He browsed through it and slammed it shut.
"Go talk to Edern now about The Fossil of Ancient Stone" And he sent Noel on his way... Again...
Once more an owl dropped a parcel on Noel's head and once reaching Bangor Noel had collapsed onto the floor.
"Someone... Get me... Air! He panted, his muscles were sore and tense. His lungs were bursting and he just couldn't move. Luckily for him Edern had walked up to him.
"Hey there, Youngster, you okay there?" He slung the hammer over his shoulder.
"No, not really... here... left pocket..."Noel managed to gasp. Edern dug into Noel's pocket and found the scroll. Edern gave it a quick look and put it into his pocket. He picked up Noel as well.
"Go to Gilmore, buy a pass to the dungeon and get some fossils."
Noel stumbled to Gilmore's side. His hunched back and irritated looked made Noel back up.
"The pass is five thousand!" He suddenly croaked. Noel way sitting on the floor rubbing his numb legs.
"Wha-?"
"Five thousand gold for the pass!" Apparently Gilmore was eavesdropping. Noel pulled out his gold pouch and dug his fingers in. He pulled out a hand full of gold and dropped it into Gilmore's open hands. He took the pass and wobbled into the dungeon. Then he realized he didn't have anything to mine the fossils with. He left the dungeon, purchased a pick ax for seven hundred-thirty gold, purchased another pass and went back into the dungeon. Noel was rather sad at how light his pouch felt now. He gripped his mace and began fighting the Gremlins. Once reaching the ores he sat down and relaxed his tense muscles. His breathing was quick and short and was sweating quite a lot. Noel got up and removed the jacket of his Messenger's Wear and wrapped it around his waist. He pulled the pickax off his bag and began mining for the fossils. After a few iron ores he found a large spirit fossil. He found 4 others and stuffed them all into his backpack. He slung the heavy sac over his back and made his way to the exit of the dungeon. Noel handed the fossils to Edern one by one. In the end he received two pink stones with a hole in it, a dark jagged stone, a bright slightly jagged and slightly rounded stone, and a smooth soft brown stone.
"Well get going now," Edern gave Noel a small push, "That brown stone ought to be the one for yer mace."
Noel ran to Sidhe Sneachta and put his jacket on when he felt his sweat freezing. He sat in the snow for a few hours waiting for Tarlach to appear. The bear transformed into Tarlach and Noel walked up to him. Noel gave a small cough a few times and spoke.
"I got the stones... Do I get my ego now?"
"Of course, of course. Just give me the materials."
Noel handed Tarlach thirty elemental removers, the brown stone, and reluctantly his mace. Tarlach poured the liquid from the elemental removers onto the mace and began chanting. The mace began to float in front of him and he held out the stone to it. Noel started with wide eyes. The mace absorbed the stone and there was an explosion of light. Noel fell back in fright. When the light subsided, Noel cracked one eye open and both snapped open when he saw the floating girl in front of him.
"Ha-wha?" Noel stuttered with a cough.
"This is you ego, now be gone." Tarlach gave one last glare.
Noel noticed his mace on his ground and quickly picked it up. He brushed off some of the snow and took a better look at the girl. She had long brown hair to her knee's, clad in green/yellow, a green chocker, metalic wings, and wore this strange hair/chain accessory. Noel couldn't help but gape at her beauty.
"Umm... Hello... I'm your eiry." The beauty said.
Me: CHYEA! Well I hope you like it, I haven't figured out how the story's gonna go, but I never think my stories through hehe... Well I'm already half way done with chapter two. I hope you really enjoy this Oh and for those who are eagerly or angrily awaiting for ranma wolf and who gets the girl, I'll get working on those too. Ranma wolf's chapter is half way done. Peace!