A/N:

If you've noticed, our story follows closely to the game settings - the "MVP", the items, the skills, etc. We're trying to include the elements of the game and make it as realistic as possible. But what fun if it's too realistic? Humor is needed everywhere!

Enjoy!

The Forgotten Notice

Attention!

The Kingdom of Rune Midgard is hereby recruiting

powerful, courageous, proud and tenacious warriors across the continent

in order to battle and conquer the malicious Endless Tower.

Combatants, mercenaries and adventurers who are interested and wants to join the gallant Royal Army,

enlist yourself with the Prontera Chivalry.

If you shall succeed,

the title of Hero will be bequeathed upon you.

Glory will be yours. Wealth will be yours.

But above all, you will bring honor to your family name and your valiant deed will be known worldwide.

King Tristan III

Ruler of Rune Midgard

A decade has past.

The Royal Notice has been replaced with new ones.

Flyers and simple notices used to be distributed in every town, across the capital and all the way to the outskirts of each region.

Some posters still remained but the nearly dried paste was barely supporting the thin paper against the walls of back alleys. Now shriveled due to water and colored like burnt sienna. Worn out. And long forgotten.

Some did not bother, some were too afraid and some refused to remember of the horrible events that took place one after another ten years ago.

Women were waiting for their husband, children were waiting for their fathers and siblings, families were waiting for their relatives, but every single one of them who went up the tower never came back, never to be seen again.

The Endless Tower.

The cause of all unwanted memories and sacrifices.

The tower was first discovered by sailors ten years ago when they chanced upon it during their journey home. Nobody knew where it came from, who built it or what it was used for. It just stood there magnificently as if it was on its rightful place all along.

Once news of the discovery has traveled to the ears of King Tristan III; his Majesty immediately recognized the tower to be the one from the old stories told by his ancestors that only the royal blood were privileged of. It may become a threat to his Kingdom if leave be. However, there was a lack of active infantries and royal army due to a prior incident that occurred in Morroc.

After careful deliberation to solve the said problem, the King issued a Royal Notice to recruit brave men across the continent in order to challenge what was known then as the Endless Tower. Various people responded to the King by joining the expedition to uncover whatever mysteries that may lie inside the tower. But little did the King know what he was really dealing with.

Each group of men who went inside the tower never came back. Each squad, unit, troops who went in was never allowed to turn back. After sacrifices upon sacrifices, the King finally realized his grave mistake and ordered the halt of the impossible mission. It was proven to be too dangerous for any men to venture into the unknown territory. Since then, the King forbade anyone from entering the tower and words of the dead were not to be spoken about again…

XxxxxX

"But that was not the last of it." A spiky-haired ranger in mahogany uniform claimed with his suspenseful tone. His black eyes wide with expectations.

"I heard that people still venture into the Endless Tower from time to time. For the loots and the gold! The treasures that lie within."

"How would you know? It's not like you've been in there have you? As far as we all know, nobody, and I mean nobody has ever lived to tell the tale."

A roar of laughter echoes through the now crowded open-air pub of Goa Stgo situated at the north part of the city known as the Beach Town.

The ranger seemed unaffected by the apparent statement, "Fools. Of course there are survivors! You people are just ignorant about it," said the ranger who was standing on the middle of a round table. "Besides, I reckoned the people who went there are left with half a brain when they managed to get out," he snickered as he continued.

"But who cares. I'm in it for the zeny," he said as he bend his knees to a squatting position, saying in a low voice, "Imagine the rare goods you could obtain from slaying some of the myth MVPs that we've all heard about."

Silence fell for a mere few seconds until a question popped up. "Like what?"

The ranger shot up straight, hands in the air and started naming some of the rare MVP drops.

"Tiaras! Coronet! Red Silk Seal, Hunting Spear, Ring of Flame Lord and Resonance, Staff of Destruction, Book of the Dead, and invaluable Valkyrie Sets for ALL of us!"

"And don't forget the ultimate goal, the legendary Twin Edge of Naght Seiger Blades."

Clenching his fist with determination, he stated the obvious conclusion, "You'll be rich for the rest of your lives and fame would be bestowed upon you." The ranger paused for a bit before continuing, "If you come back sane that is."

Multiple pair of eyes were gleaming, their thoughts turning into images of the citizens cheering, confetti raining down on the city, sitting on horses to make their way to see the King. Which stubborn men in this era have not once thought of that glorious ending?

Seeing the expressions that he anticipated, the ranger was pleased. All the persuasion, dramatic story-telling, so-called brainwashing was all for the heat of this very moment. The moment for him to announce the sole purpose of visiting the ever-partying and the rowdiest city in Rune Midgard. "Everyone, listen up. I came here bearing an ambition. I, Kyler Avapheus, am officially announcing that I am here tonight to recruit for an Endless Tower expedition once again."

"So, WHO'S WITH ME?"

The crowd went silent...

What remained was the sound of the ice in a glass, clinking.

"Ookayyy. Let me guess, you guys are all cowards just wasting your time and fooling around in a pub, I get it now."

Silence was now accompanied by death glares.

Other than the jabbing sensation of a thousand needles, Kyler could feel holes burning through his whole body but he did not flinch one bit. There's no way he would falter.

Someone finally broke what can be considered a long, strained stillness. "Don't be ridiculous!" It was an anonymous yell, but still, better than the jarring stares of death.

Before Kyler could finish his thoughts on the worst possible outcome, another scorned, "You DO realize this is pretty much a suicide mission, you're crazy you know!"

"Indeed, but I can change that outcome," he retorted while regaining his confidence. Kyler took this chance to conclude the mini chaos. "Keep this in your skulls wimps, as this Endless Tower party will be the one where everyone will come back with everything and anything they've dreamed of, be it fame or fortune. Anyone of you who still has an ounce of guts left in that questionable third job uniform of yours, meet me tomorrow morning at 10. Alberta."

With that said, murmurs and whispers started to drift in the air.

The ranger jumped down from the table and quickly marched through the horde of people. The result of the recruitment wasn't what he had in mind; he was pretty crestfallen. Could he have possibly underestimated the terror of the tower, so much that the majority of them vigorously refused to accept the successful outcome of it all?

Kyler shook his head while crossing the bridge, trying to erase the negative contemplation. There's still till tomorrow, was what he thought. He was about to take his last step off of the bridge to retrieve his warg when a lady in armor approached him. After a brief exchange of conversation, the ranger permanently left the sands of Comodo.

Alberta. Nine-fifty a.m.

Kyler was walking towards the port area when he saw a man wearing the same uniform as his. He was sitting on the staircase near the port entrance. Most of his body parts were covered in bandages, especially on his right eye, arms and torso.

'Great..an injured ranger is all I get huh.'

Kyler raised an eyebrow, at least it's better than none.

"Look at what we have here, a first recruit, well done me."

"..More good news for you," the bandaged ranger said while pointing northwest with his finger.

Two green, dragon-like mounts were resting nearby the old wooden crates with their riders engaging in a conversation. One of them waved at Kyler when she spotted him.

"Two Rune Knights in the crew. And I see more comin' already."

A wanderer, accompanied by her musical partner was approaching the crates as well. They seem to be a couple. While they were walking towards the gathering spot, white and blue rays flashed as a handsome young man in his cathedral robes arrived via Warp Portal.

Few more members arrived in the span of twenty minutes.

The ranger gave a satisfied smirk at the result.

As the party walked further down towards the deck, they were stopped by an increasingly loud pair of footsteps.

"Waiiiit for usss!"

A sorcerer was yelling and signaling them to wait as he ran clumsily towards the bunch while a white-haired warlock walked behind him.

"That makes fourteen of us, the more the better, let's go then!"

A/N:

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