Prologue
The Aesirs (Gods) struggled to keep their reign over the mortals in Midgard, but the Einherjars (Heroes) like Chaos, Loki, Fenris Fenrir and Iris, fight tirelessly to usher the End of the Gods, Ragnarok. Yet, the people of Rune-Midgard were ignorant to the impending event. The Assassin's Guild is still the major force to be reckoned, but there were the minor guilds around. Some were striving to keep the fragile balance, while the others want to destroy it. From the conflict, a secret war between those guilds rages. Little they realized that the role that they have in the war; either as a pawn of the gods or an active participant against fate itself. New generations of Einherjars have arisen as the result and here is their story...
The Guild Wars
-The Invitation-
Early morning in Payon,
The village started to alive again, as the Payon's palace courtyard filled with people. They were selling their wares or looking for the party members. Some brought their pets along with them. The reason why they came here was the Payon Caves. The caves located not so far from the Archery Guild. Many people love to test their mettle against the restless zombies and dangerous monsters inside. Outside, a band of archers waited something.
Then a silver-haired boy walked toward them; a Desert Wolf Pup followed him. He was carrying bundles of arrows. The archers greeted him,
"Hi, Methys! How is your business?" The youth merely smiled, before replied them,
"As usual!" He stopped in front of them and started to tell a story,
"Yesterday, I've got 3 Willows and 1 Elder. The troublesome porings always rush over to steal my trunks..." Methys turned to the pup close to his feet; he knelt and patted his pet,
"Luckily, Quickfang helps me to get rid those pesky creatures...oh, here is your arrows!" When he put the bundles on the ground, the archers scrambled to take them. The older archer exclaimed,
"Thank you for the arrows, Methys! You're more like your father...honestly, we don't know what we are going to do if you aren't around." The young archer merely scratched his head,
"It's all right! I simply like to help anyone who needs my help..." Then he followed,
"Oh, the price is 122 zenny!" The archer who wore bandanna gave his zenny, while said,
"You know? You're the only arrowsmith who doesn't overcharge their arrows. You can easily overprice them like the others do," Brushed his silvery hair, Methys replied,
"It doesn't matter, really! I'm very concerned to the impending event...people says that Ragnarok is very close..." Another archer who wore arrow pierced apples on his head, said,
"Bah! What matters more for the gods, doesn't apply to us! The people seems don't care at all. I still remember the story when the Undead almost overrun Prontera! Now what they do now after it is over? The nobles are thinking to throw a party..." His fellow, the one who wore Sakkat replied,
"Oh, yes! Midgard Masquerade! Even now, some of them already here..." Next, the Mr.Smiley archer added,
"Still, nobody can deny that the monsters are becoming more frequent around Rune-Midgard! Even our beloved Payon Forest isn't spared from the phenomenon..." The silver-haired youth continued to hear the conversation. Another archer joined,
"Probably, that is the punishment for our sins before..." Everyone was silent; it was clear they know what he meant. The story of Sara and Iris Irine was still fresh inside their minds. Lord Fayon's estranged daughter, Sara brought her vengeance to their village, and worse, to the entire Midgard. Even it almost cost her stepsister, Iris as well. Realizing the somber situation, Methys tried to lighten the situation,
"Hey, guys! Look the bright side! The Willows provides me with trunks, so that I can continue to make the good arrows for you!" The archers laughed. The Mr.Smiley agreed,
"Yeah, you simply like to hunt the trunks rather than to cut them!" All of them laughed; not for long Methys excused himself to go back to his hut. While on the way home, Quickfang circled him happily. Silently, he sighed in resignation. For all his life, he spent his life in Payon; sometimes he wandered outside. He once visited Morroc and studied the art of arrowmaking from Roberto. There were plenty of arrowsmith other than him, but few of them could make the Oridecon arrow. The arrow itself considered rare. What happened between Sara and Iris somehow discouraged the villagers to go outside, yet Methys envied those who make their livelihood outside Payon. His childhood friend, Mirelle has graduated from the Archer Guild; last time he heard about her, she decided to be a dancer. He wished to follow her steps or at least, to be a good Hunter. Oh, well! He was satisfied with his present life now.
When got closer to his hut, Methys surprised to see a poring around his house. The cuddly creature bounced to a pile of trunks, unaware of the danger. Though the anger was rising inside, the archer tried to calm himself. He gestured to his pet, while taking his bow and arrow. When the poring gets closer, he commanded,
"Quickfang, stop the creature!" The wolf pup ran toward the creature and barked loudly. The poring was so scared that it was unable to move. Smiled evilly, Methys pulled his bow and targeted the creature,
"Now I've got you, pest..." Before he released the arrow, someone shouted,
"Stop! Don't kill her!" The archer saw a girl running toward the poring. She wore the brown garment. He immediately shot his arrow to another place, lest he would harm the acolyte. She took the poring and hugged it. Methys was stunned as he saw her. Her blue eyes seemed haunting as it stares him. In contrast, she has a short, dark blue hair and thin red lips. Then she asked him,
"Why are you hates the poring so much?" Stunned, the young archer answered,
"Uh, I don't...like them stealing my trunks," He asked her, "Miss, what are you looking for here?"
The acolyte smiled only, "I'm looking for you, Methys Ivaldy...yes, and you're the arrowsmith I've been looking for." He was puzzled, but then turned to his pet who still barked,
"Quickfang, sit!" The pup didn't obey him instantly; slowly it took the place first. Methys went inside the hut; put his bow and arrows there. He turned to the acolyte, who put the poring on another place,
"Yes, but I'm not the only arrowsmith from Payon..." She continued,
"I know, it is my master who told me about you, and he gives you an invitation to join his guild!" The silver-haired boy whistled, before he asked again,
"What is your master wants from me? By the way, you haven't introduce your name yet,"
"Lyssia...that's my name!" Then she turned to the pup, "Who is his name?" When she bent down to take the wolf pup, Methys immediately warned,
"Eh, Miss Lyssia! I think you should not..." The acolyte has took Quickfang and brought it close to her. Instead, the pup licked her face that made her laughed. The archer scratched his head in wonder,
"This is the first time I see Quickfang doesn't' bit anyone..." Lyssia put the pup on the ground, before commented,
"It must be my lucky day...so do you accept the invitation?" Thinking deeply, Methys finally answered,
"I accept your master's invitation! Where can I meet him soon?" The blue-haired acolyte gave a childish smile and gave him an Emperium,
"Come to Alberta, he'll be there in three days. Once there, you will get know your guildmates and the mission. Don't forget to bring the Emperium! See ya there!" Instantly, Lyssia was dissappeared out from his sight. The archer turned to his pet,
"What do you think, Quickfang? I hope I didn't make any mistake by taking the invitation..."
"Woof!"
Meanwhile at the Sograt Desert,
Someone leaned upon the dead golem. He was looked haggard and his blond hair was unkempt and dirty. However, it was obvious that he was still young. He breathed unsteadily; while his vision was still hazy due to the bloodlust. A blade lay not far from his feet. Suddenly, he saw something appeared to his direction. Slowly but sure, the man took his blade, silently watching the ripples upon the horizon. He hoped it was a mirage only. By then, the image formed slowly. Shouted aloud, he ran toward the image, lifting his blade. The swordsman almost uses Bash when he saw a blue-haired girl in front of him. He instinctively threw his attack to another direction, before hitting the girl. For that, he had to exert an extra effort. Finally, he stopped an inch from the mysterious girl, who only smiled innocently. He glared her with steel look, before snorted,
"Did you realize I could kill you a moment ago?" The female acolyte answered,
"Yes, but I know you're not going to do that..."
"How do you know that for sure?" The answer didn't surprise the swordsman,
"I simply believe..." He smirked only when heard the answer,
Typical! These servants of God are the same; they believe almost anything, but no substance! The warrior lowered his blade, before turning away from the girl. Then she called him,
"Wait! What is your name? Is that Wulfhaund?" The swordsman called Wulfhaund, answered without turned back,
"Yes, that's my name! What do you want from me, that you've come so far to this desolate place?" The acolyte answered,
"My master, Zophar has invited you to join his guild!" Wulfhaund turned to her,
"Join a guild?" he asked, "What is your master wants from a fugitive like me?" The girl suddenly remembered something,
"Oops, I almost forget to introduce myself! My name is Lyssia!" Ignoring her, the swordsman asked again,
"What is your master wants from me? Beside, you haven't asked me whether I am interested or not..." Lyssia continued,
"Master Zophar has said that he'll reward anyone who heeded his invitations handsomely...I think it is about a quest," Wulfhaund quickly commented,
"Now you're talking of the business! May I know what kind of the quest is that?" However, the blue-eyed acolyte smiled only,
"That is a secret! Master Zophar himself will explain everything!" Then she asked him,
"Do you accept his invitation or not?" The swordsman merely closed his eyes, while answered confidently,
"I accept the invitation! So where is your master now?"
"He is in Alberta; if you want, I can teleport both of us instantly there..." He shook his head,
"No, I like to walk by foot alone! I'll be there!" Lyssia shook her head, before she gave the swordsman an Emperium and then said,
"Suit yourself then, see you there!" Instantly, the acolyte vanished from his sight. Before turned around, Wulfhaund saw 2 newbies chased by a pack of Pecopecos. It didn't interest him much; instead he saw a Metaller and a Hode. Smirked, he pulled his blade and went toward them.
A little fight will do no harm! It will take a long time before I arrive at Alberta...
Note: What will Methys and Wulfhaund find at Alberta? Who is the Guildmaster Zophar? Who else joined his
guild? To find it, read the next chapter, 'Forming the Party'.
P. S.: OK, this is my first attempt to make Ragnarok fanfic. Probably it is hard to give the jolly situation, which I
encounter in actual RO. Sorry for my faulty grammar here. Nevertheless, it won't stop me from writing this. I
also added some reference from Ragnarok manga. Methys and Wulfhaund are my characters from Chaos server.
Have some fun!
The Aesirs (Gods) struggled to keep their reign over the mortals in Midgard, but the Einherjars (Heroes) like Chaos, Loki, Fenris Fenrir and Iris, fight tirelessly to usher the End of the Gods, Ragnarok. Yet, the people of Rune-Midgard were ignorant to the impending event. The Assassin's Guild is still the major force to be reckoned, but there were the minor guilds around. Some were striving to keep the fragile balance, while the others want to destroy it. From the conflict, a secret war between those guilds rages. Little they realized that the role that they have in the war; either as a pawn of the gods or an active participant against fate itself. New generations of Einherjars have arisen as the result and here is their story...
The Guild Wars
-The Invitation-
Early morning in Payon,
The village started to alive again, as the Payon's palace courtyard filled with people. They were selling their wares or looking for the party members. Some brought their pets along with them. The reason why they came here was the Payon Caves. The caves located not so far from the Archery Guild. Many people love to test their mettle against the restless zombies and dangerous monsters inside. Outside, a band of archers waited something.
Then a silver-haired boy walked toward them; a Desert Wolf Pup followed him. He was carrying bundles of arrows. The archers greeted him,
"Hi, Methys! How is your business?" The youth merely smiled, before replied them,
"As usual!" He stopped in front of them and started to tell a story,
"Yesterday, I've got 3 Willows and 1 Elder. The troublesome porings always rush over to steal my trunks..." Methys turned to the pup close to his feet; he knelt and patted his pet,
"Luckily, Quickfang helps me to get rid those pesky creatures...oh, here is your arrows!" When he put the bundles on the ground, the archers scrambled to take them. The older archer exclaimed,
"Thank you for the arrows, Methys! You're more like your father...honestly, we don't know what we are going to do if you aren't around." The young archer merely scratched his head,
"It's all right! I simply like to help anyone who needs my help..." Then he followed,
"Oh, the price is 122 zenny!" The archer who wore bandanna gave his zenny, while said,
"You know? You're the only arrowsmith who doesn't overcharge their arrows. You can easily overprice them like the others do," Brushed his silvery hair, Methys replied,
"It doesn't matter, really! I'm very concerned to the impending event...people says that Ragnarok is very close..." Another archer who wore arrow pierced apples on his head, said,
"Bah! What matters more for the gods, doesn't apply to us! The people seems don't care at all. I still remember the story when the Undead almost overrun Prontera! Now what they do now after it is over? The nobles are thinking to throw a party..." His fellow, the one who wore Sakkat replied,
"Oh, yes! Midgard Masquerade! Even now, some of them already here..." Next, the Mr.Smiley archer added,
"Still, nobody can deny that the monsters are becoming more frequent around Rune-Midgard! Even our beloved Payon Forest isn't spared from the phenomenon..." The silver-haired youth continued to hear the conversation. Another archer joined,
"Probably, that is the punishment for our sins before..." Everyone was silent; it was clear they know what he meant. The story of Sara and Iris Irine was still fresh inside their minds. Lord Fayon's estranged daughter, Sara brought her vengeance to their village, and worse, to the entire Midgard. Even it almost cost her stepsister, Iris as well. Realizing the somber situation, Methys tried to lighten the situation,
"Hey, guys! Look the bright side! The Willows provides me with trunks, so that I can continue to make the good arrows for you!" The archers laughed. The Mr.Smiley agreed,
"Yeah, you simply like to hunt the trunks rather than to cut them!" All of them laughed; not for long Methys excused himself to go back to his hut. While on the way home, Quickfang circled him happily. Silently, he sighed in resignation. For all his life, he spent his life in Payon; sometimes he wandered outside. He once visited Morroc and studied the art of arrowmaking from Roberto. There were plenty of arrowsmith other than him, but few of them could make the Oridecon arrow. The arrow itself considered rare. What happened between Sara and Iris somehow discouraged the villagers to go outside, yet Methys envied those who make their livelihood outside Payon. His childhood friend, Mirelle has graduated from the Archer Guild; last time he heard about her, she decided to be a dancer. He wished to follow her steps or at least, to be a good Hunter. Oh, well! He was satisfied with his present life now.
When got closer to his hut, Methys surprised to see a poring around his house. The cuddly creature bounced to a pile of trunks, unaware of the danger. Though the anger was rising inside, the archer tried to calm himself. He gestured to his pet, while taking his bow and arrow. When the poring gets closer, he commanded,
"Quickfang, stop the creature!" The wolf pup ran toward the creature and barked loudly. The poring was so scared that it was unable to move. Smiled evilly, Methys pulled his bow and targeted the creature,
"Now I've got you, pest..." Before he released the arrow, someone shouted,
"Stop! Don't kill her!" The archer saw a girl running toward the poring. She wore the brown garment. He immediately shot his arrow to another place, lest he would harm the acolyte. She took the poring and hugged it. Methys was stunned as he saw her. Her blue eyes seemed haunting as it stares him. In contrast, she has a short, dark blue hair and thin red lips. Then she asked him,
"Why are you hates the poring so much?" Stunned, the young archer answered,
"Uh, I don't...like them stealing my trunks," He asked her, "Miss, what are you looking for here?"
The acolyte smiled only, "I'm looking for you, Methys Ivaldy...yes, and you're the arrowsmith I've been looking for." He was puzzled, but then turned to his pet who still barked,
"Quickfang, sit!" The pup didn't obey him instantly; slowly it took the place first. Methys went inside the hut; put his bow and arrows there. He turned to the acolyte, who put the poring on another place,
"Yes, but I'm not the only arrowsmith from Payon..." She continued,
"I know, it is my master who told me about you, and he gives you an invitation to join his guild!" The silver-haired boy whistled, before he asked again,
"What is your master wants from me? By the way, you haven't introduce your name yet,"
"Lyssia...that's my name!" Then she turned to the pup, "Who is his name?" When she bent down to take the wolf pup, Methys immediately warned,
"Eh, Miss Lyssia! I think you should not..." The acolyte has took Quickfang and brought it close to her. Instead, the pup licked her face that made her laughed. The archer scratched his head in wonder,
"This is the first time I see Quickfang doesn't' bit anyone..." Lyssia put the pup on the ground, before commented,
"It must be my lucky day...so do you accept the invitation?" Thinking deeply, Methys finally answered,
"I accept your master's invitation! Where can I meet him soon?" The blue-haired acolyte gave a childish smile and gave him an Emperium,
"Come to Alberta, he'll be there in three days. Once there, you will get know your guildmates and the mission. Don't forget to bring the Emperium! See ya there!" Instantly, Lyssia was dissappeared out from his sight. The archer turned to his pet,
"What do you think, Quickfang? I hope I didn't make any mistake by taking the invitation..."
"Woof!"
Meanwhile at the Sograt Desert,
Someone leaned upon the dead golem. He was looked haggard and his blond hair was unkempt and dirty. However, it was obvious that he was still young. He breathed unsteadily; while his vision was still hazy due to the bloodlust. A blade lay not far from his feet. Suddenly, he saw something appeared to his direction. Slowly but sure, the man took his blade, silently watching the ripples upon the horizon. He hoped it was a mirage only. By then, the image formed slowly. Shouted aloud, he ran toward the image, lifting his blade. The swordsman almost uses Bash when he saw a blue-haired girl in front of him. He instinctively threw his attack to another direction, before hitting the girl. For that, he had to exert an extra effort. Finally, he stopped an inch from the mysterious girl, who only smiled innocently. He glared her with steel look, before snorted,
"Did you realize I could kill you a moment ago?" The female acolyte answered,
"Yes, but I know you're not going to do that..."
"How do you know that for sure?" The answer didn't surprise the swordsman,
"I simply believe..." He smirked only when heard the answer,
Typical! These servants of God are the same; they believe almost anything, but no substance! The warrior lowered his blade, before turning away from the girl. Then she called him,
"Wait! What is your name? Is that Wulfhaund?" The swordsman called Wulfhaund, answered without turned back,
"Yes, that's my name! What do you want from me, that you've come so far to this desolate place?" The acolyte answered,
"My master, Zophar has invited you to join his guild!" Wulfhaund turned to her,
"Join a guild?" he asked, "What is your master wants from a fugitive like me?" The girl suddenly remembered something,
"Oops, I almost forget to introduce myself! My name is Lyssia!" Ignoring her, the swordsman asked again,
"What is your master wants from me? Beside, you haven't asked me whether I am interested or not..." Lyssia continued,
"Master Zophar has said that he'll reward anyone who heeded his invitations handsomely...I think it is about a quest," Wulfhaund quickly commented,
"Now you're talking of the business! May I know what kind of the quest is that?" However, the blue-eyed acolyte smiled only,
"That is a secret! Master Zophar himself will explain everything!" Then she asked him,
"Do you accept his invitation or not?" The swordsman merely closed his eyes, while answered confidently,
"I accept the invitation! So where is your master now?"
"He is in Alberta; if you want, I can teleport both of us instantly there..." He shook his head,
"No, I like to walk by foot alone! I'll be there!" Lyssia shook her head, before she gave the swordsman an Emperium and then said,
"Suit yourself then, see you there!" Instantly, the acolyte vanished from his sight. Before turned around, Wulfhaund saw 2 newbies chased by a pack of Pecopecos. It didn't interest him much; instead he saw a Metaller and a Hode. Smirked, he pulled his blade and went toward them.
A little fight will do no harm! It will take a long time before I arrive at Alberta...
Note: What will Methys and Wulfhaund find at Alberta? Who is the Guildmaster Zophar? Who else joined his
guild? To find it, read the next chapter, 'Forming the Party'.
P. S.: OK, this is my first attempt to make Ragnarok fanfic. Probably it is hard to give the jolly situation, which I
encounter in actual RO. Sorry for my faulty grammar here. Nevertheless, it won't stop me from writing this. I
also added some reference from Ragnarok manga. Methys and Wulfhaund are my characters from Chaos server.
Have some fun!