Chapter 1: Ryan's beginning
"Next time maybe you'll try coming into clan wars with more than black armour," said Ryan as he walked past the cage. He took it out of his backpack and ran it up and down the bars, making an obnoxious noise.
"Please stop," said one of the people in the cage sullenly.
"Alright. And you'll be pleased to know I have no need for any of your items, and I can guarantee that if I sold all of them at top price, it would make hardly a change in my great wealth," said Ryan, looking sly. Everyone who wasn't looking through the rock and lava orb in the cage looked up at him, with hopeful looks on their faces, but most of them went back to sulking when they saw the look on his face, now just annoyed. "But since mine is a torturous being, I would like you all to forfeit only one thing each. Your allegiance to me."
"Alright, whatever, just give us our stuff back."
"Thank you. Just add me to your friend's lists, and I'll enlist each of you as privates in my clan. You may call me Lord Ryan." he said with a smirk as he dumped the contents of his bag over the bars. Just at that moment the final member of the enemy's now converted clan came running up to him. "You're friends will brief you on your new situation. The last look on the level 37's face was confusion and then surprise as Ryan thrust his blade into his heart, defeating him without breaking a sweat.
(A/N) A small taste of things to come... Just kidding! Ryan owning newbies in clan wars all the time wouldn't really be much of a fic now would it? This short chapter was just to start off the fic and to start piecing togther Ryan's character. I'll introduce Matt (me) ASAP, but I don't want to rush it. Please subscribe to this fic and review knowing I've already got plot development in mind, I just haven't written it. I look forward to seeing you in chapter two!