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Okay, guess I'll answer the review
TwilightfanNO1: Yeah, I can see how annoyed people would be to just reread the entire game. I've actually suck at summaries but I'll change it later. Truth be told, some new ideas and characters will be included.
Okay, I skipped the Graduation ceremony because I didn't feel like typing a whole lot of crap. So I'm just going to skip ahead to the Guildmaster's explaination of said quests and upgrades.
'Well done young hero! You are now officially a hero apprentice!'
'Thank you, Guildmaster.'
'Ah, and apparently we managed to fix your little mute problem.'
'Yes, I can speak freely of even of the most trivial matters now. Thank you for teaching me.'
The hero was standing in the quest room. Only 2 hours ago did the man face off against Maze and managed to hurt the legendary Will user. The hero had used every trick and skill taught to him and not only defeated Maze, but left a little scar for him. Whisper was currently talking with Thunder about the arena while the hero was busy speaking with the Guildmaster. Though the years of sweet free lodging and food now came to an end, the hero was ready to embark on his journey.
'Well then, I have only a few more matters to finish before you can depart. First is the experience chamber over there.' The Guildmaster extended his index finger accordingly.
'Maze and I have spent a full restless year of our lives building that room. In it is imbued with powerful Will magic that allows you to improve your skills and such. Once you have gathered enough experience orbs, feel free to come back and spend them in the chamber.'
'So I can improve my abilities by entering that chamber and spending a few experience orbs to train in there? But won't that take time?
'Not to fear hero. Maze modified the room with a special time manipulation spell. Once you begin the training, months or even years in that chamber will only feel like minutes to us.' (A/N: Seriously, you just automatically gain this power up or enhancement by spending a few orbs? No time required? That's Bulls__t)
'Amazing……may I try it now?' The hero was eager to start spending his vast amount of experience orbs.
'Not yet young hero. There is still more I need to teach you. Come over here to this map.' Both men stood over a large map of all of Albion.
'Now then, as the name of this room applies, you can access quests here, both optional for renown or money or your main quest, ones that will lead you to your family.' The Guildmaster channeled some Will into the map and suddenly 3 quests appeared in different regions.
'Now these here are called quest cards. Every quest you complete will be added to your collection, a good way to show your worth. If you fail a quest, do not fret as the quest will be renewed as nothing had happened. The only cost is you must give up every item and experience orb you acquired on the quest, plus you must pay a fee. Anyhow, we currently have 3 available for your status.' The Guildmaster held up three different cards, 2 silver cards and one golden card.
'The silver cards are of the same quest but of different sides. One serves for good, the other for evil. This golden quest card was filed recently so you might want to accept it now before it disappears. The silver quest cards will be put on hold until you return so no worries. Here, read the quest information before rushing off, it might help you.' The Guildmaster handed the card to the hero as he dispersed the rest.
'Hmm, this card says a queen wasp and its hive is attacking the local picnic area.......this was sent only a minute ago! I must hurry, there isn't much time!' The hero tied his bag more securely around his back as he rushed out.
The hero ran as fast as he could, ignoring all the common folk as he entered the picnic area. The sight that greeted him only made the hero seethe with anger. A giant wasp was attacking helpless families as the smaller ones feasted on an unfortunate soul. A man ran up to the hero, begging for help.
'Please! Hero you must aid us! This giant bug will be the death of us unless you can kill it! Please!'
'Stand back, I don't want anyone to come down to the tables as I fight, understood?'
'Yes, thank you!' The man started to beckon and holler for families to come to the opening.
The hero calmly walked down the slope to the massive swarm of wasps surrounding the food and the dead soul. As soon as the hero drew his bow and took aim at the queen, the swarms forgot their task and rushed at the hero.
'You ain't killing another poor unfortunate soul today, you ugly piece of garbage!' The hero fired arrow after arrow at the queen but the incoming wasp swarms blocked his shots and the numbers barely dwindled as the hero grew fatigued. Still the hero refused to yield and drew his blade and charged at the swarm, swinging in arcs. Finally, the hero managed to fight his way to the queen.
The hero was too preoccupied with his duel that he didn't see the man from before descend down the slope and swat away the wasps to get to the hero. Only when the man cried for help did the hero turn and find the figure of the man slump lifelessly to the floor, his body filled with venom and riddled with wasp stings.
'No! I told you not to come back, you fool!' The hero grew angry as the wasp flocked to the dead man and started to tear the flesh from his bones.'
The hero turned to the queen who just flied lazily in the air, musing over the hero's futile attempts to slay her. The hero grew more agitated and his hands started to pulsate with a dangerous red glow. His eyes narrowed as the hero felt Will being channeled into his palms before launching a heavy fire spell at the queen, effectively singeing its body.
'Hero, you have just unlocked the great gift of fire! Quickly now, before the swarm comes to protect its queen, cast fire upon the queen to kill it! Without her, the colony is nothing!'
The hero gritted his teeth as he once again channeled his anger and Will into his palms, forming another large fireball. With great satisfaction, the hero launched the spell at the queen, destroying its existence when it connected.
After seeing their leader dead, the remaining wasps flied away in a hasty retreat. The hero breathed a heavy sigh of relief, walking over to the dead man and nodding in sadness. The families came rushing in and immediately praised the hero. It wasn't long before he was mobbed by all sides with thanks. Before leaving, a man suggested he cut off the queen's head and keep it as a trophy to show others proof of his valiant deed today. The hero only nodded as he drew his blade again and started to hack away at the queen's neck. Within minutes, the hero now had his first trophy.
'Thank you for saving us Chicken Chaser. We're sorry for demanding so much of you but please accept this gold and the remaining items on the tables. Once again thank you and we're sorry we can't pay you more than the food we have and this sum of gold.'
'(Chicken Chaser?) No worries, I prefer to do quests for the greater good than gold or fame, thank you for the food though.'
The wife smiled brightly as she went back to her husband's corpse and started to pray for his soul. The hero remained there for a few seconds before leaving. As soon as he stepped out of the picnic area, the voice of the Guildmaster reached his ears again.
'Well done hero! I see you have improved greatly since you first got here. Anyhow, Maze requested you meet him in Bowerstone. Just take the north route until you see the guards.'
The hero started to walk north until some villagers who saw him started to call him Chicken Chaser. The hero tried to ignore it but soon the group was following him and chanting that insult. Before long, the hero drew his blade and turned to face the trio of men.
'WHY ARE YOU CALLING ME CHICKEN CHASER?'
'Umm…don't you know that be ye' title?'
'Title…I have a title?'
'Ye' do. All heroes must have a title. If ye' don't like yours, than go visit the title merchant down by the entrance to the Heroes' Guild.'
'Oh, thank you.'
The hero withdrew his blade and walked back to the merchant shouting out names. The man greeted the hero before showing off his wares, a fine selection for beginners in his words.
'Hmm, I'll take Sabre.'
'Well then, that will be 250 gold pieces and then your new title will be Sabre Fighter.'
'Fighter? I was only called Chicken Chaser, where does the Fighter come from?'
'Aye' it comes from using many different skills and deeds, ye' proven yourself worthy of being a fighter.'
The hero nodded and paid his title. He walked quickly to Bowerstone, hoping he wasn't trying Maze's patience. After running for a few minutes, the hero came upon a beggar and a bully. Though the hero wanted to just run past, the familiar face of the bully made his feet stop. The bully was currently messing with an old beggar.
'Stop that! I told you I once was a hero of renown!' The beggar held his hands up to protect his face from the bully's breath as the teen burped repeated.
The hero grew angry at how an old man was treated and thus walked up to the teen and punched him in the face. The young boy cowered and ran off to Bowerstone while the beggar thanked the hero.
'Thank ye' kindly lad. I was once a great hero but hard times befell me and thus I now go around asking for some gold and food to live. Thanks for the help, I'll be sure to tell people about ye'!'
The beggar ran off to Bowerstone too, the hero nodding his head slightly before running towards the giant gates. A large bridge spanned the beautiful river and the hero could not help but admire everything. At the front tower stood two guards that barred his entrance. The hero fumed slightly before asking to be let into Bowerstone.
'Sorry Sabre Fighter, we can't let ye' in unless you hand over your weapons!' The guard tapped a plaque that told that Bowerstone was peaceful and thus, no one was allowed weapons.
'Fine, here be my broadsword and bow.' The hero thrust the two weapons into the guard's hands before walking into town. The hero peered around, admiring the great buildings and stalls selling many potions and items. The hero walked to the Traven where Maze stood, waiting patiently for the boy.
'Well, have you been enjoying the attention? Yes I heard about your encounter with the wasp queen. Most of Bowerstone is talking about you. Don't let it go to your head now. Anyways, I hope you are prepared because there are dark forces out there that will put your giant insect to shame.'
'Hmph, I don't care! I can take on an army of them!' The hero folded his arms defiantly across his chest.
'Tell me then, how much do you remember on the day I bought you to the Guild, the same day the raid on Oakvale happened.'
'...I remember killing the bandit, and crying A LOT! But still, nothing of importance…' The hero lowered his head as Maze put his arm on his shoulder.
'I know, a terrible night in all of Albion history. Anyways, when I found you, I thought the bandits killed your whole family and you were next, but there actually might be another survivor.'
'What! Who?!?' The hero gripped Maze by the collar and stared coldly into his eyes.
'Your sister.' The Will master made no sign or feature that he was scared that he was being threatened by someone half his size.
The hero released his grip and hung his head low. Maze walked a few paces away before talking again.
'Its only a rumor, so there's no way to be certain, but I thought you should know.'
The hero nodded in appreciation and then turned to stare off into the distance and thought hard about what he had just heard.
'Oh and for pity's sake, replace that basic equipment while you're here. You look ridiculous!' Maze muttered while teleporting away.
'Fine, geez you don't have to be such an ass about it!' Sabre yelled at the disappearing blue glow as he walked into the Traven for much needed rest. The man inhaled the salty smell of beer and meals as he sat down at a table. He glanced around, waiting to be served before promptly walking over to woman who motioned for him, stating her name as Brair Rose and how he needed to 'learn' a few things about renown and trophies.
From afar, a cloaked figure could be seen, twirling a deadly star made of metal between his fingers. The figure smiled, getting up from his seat on the grass and approaching the Traven, his cloak covering essentially his entire body while a hood concealed his face. The figure chuckled lightly, smiling at his good fortune.
A/N: Well, there's a cliffe for ya! Who is this mysterious guy?
