AN: I'm not pleased with the quality of this Chapter, nor the time it took to publish. It's always difficult switching tracks from east to west and vice-versa, but I was sick to boot. The result being you get a small catch-up chapter to settle you in to where the west gang is at.
Disclaimer: I don't own Minecraft. If I did, I'd add more tamable Mobs.
Chapter 251
Look West
[Noman]
It was the morning of December 11th.
"Huff... huff..."
We were deep in the Lacquerlands, set to enter Exter's capital city on the 12th.
"Hah... hah..."
Many of us felt anxious after receiving the report that Lenz, Dwight, and Perry had given the 'going dark' signal and cast aside their maps. From Trenay's follow-up report, it was assumed that Lenz and the two Paragons were in the middle of infiltrating the Eastern Division HQ.
"Huff... huff... huff..."
While the news was alarming, Floyd, Soul, myself, and even Ciro held confidence that Lenz would be okay. We had all seen what he was capable of firsthand. The redstone engineer had proven over and over that he could pull his weight. With any luck, he and the Paragons had already located the Eastern HQ and were now returning to the safety of their safehouse to share what they learned.
"Huff... huff..."
That wasn't all that made the 11th so eventful. Four Bounty Days were slated for today, and many in our group couldn't wait for the visions. Anibal and Spaatz were excited, and even Soul was able to put aside his questions about Lenz's current situation in favor of thoroughly experiencing the Bounty Days he helped facilitate. He caused one, Ciro caused one, Anibal caused one, and Carys caused one.
I had almost caused one - two, in fact - but I stopped myself. Even if my companions felt different, I would never waver. All life was precious, as decreed by Aikido, and as proven when the Hacker, Serafina, was reformed for (relative) good. I counted it as a victory, and a satisfying alternative to what would otherwise have been her and Null's demise. I just wished Kal saw the same.
Although - and I could be wrong - Carys still seemed to show a bit of resentment over the little white lie I told her to spare Serafina and the lost Hackers her wrath.
"Hah... hah..."
"Is all your huffing and puffing your impression of a train, or are you seriously winded from just this much? We've barely begun."
"Y'know, I really... hah... think... hah... you got the hang of my Resound technique." I tried to reason with Carys while gasping for air.
"I'm not convinced." She replied evenly.
"But you've used it on me eighteen times in the past four days!" The back of my head was sore and tender from the abuse, even after Potions of Healing. More than once, I suffered from a cracked skull.
"We keep going until I say otherwise. If I intend to wield this against Hackers, I need a flawless handle on it. Almost isn't good enough."
"So then this isn't you holding a grudge over what I did to you at the Obelisk?"
Her crimson eyes narrowed as she glared at me. "You're imagining it. Resuming."
Her diamond scythe spun wildly in her hands as she raised her arms over her head and approached. Her boots clicked against the obsidian ground like the ticking of a clock telling me my time had run out.
*tk tk*
I groaned but brought up my shield. Since I was only training her in Resound, I didn't wield any of my artifacts. Not the Severe Shield, not the Bottes Zephyr, and definitely not my newly acquired Stivali Magma. In truth, I didn't feel safe training with the new artifact without Ciro there to extinguish the flames with the Arcticum Arma. I was still envisioning some way to use it peacefully, if at all.
When Carys got close, her powerful swings struck my shield with jarring impacts, and it was all I could do to withstand the onslaught without my shield getting knocked aside. My eyes sharpened and I lifted my right foot before her sneaky low sweep could trip me. She'd done that enough times for me to be wary of it.
Most important thing I learned was to keep a wall between me and her.
Carys surged forward, twisting with her swing so that her back was to my shield. She rolled along it as I raised it parallel to the ground, then she dropped to take my back.
On instinct, I sprawled low, straining a tendon in my leg in the process. It was the right move, however, as her scythe handle, thrust forward like a pool cue and mimicking the Resound technique, passed overhead as it barely missed the back of my occipital bone. I planted one palm to the ground and pushed off and up with three of my limbs, slamming Carys in the chest with a shield bash. She backpedaled, stunned, and I recovered to my feet with my solid stance.
All I was being was a tank. A sponge for damage, intending to tire my opponent out. However, Carys' seemingly endless stamina made that strategy pointless. I'd run out of steam before she did. Winning the spars wasn't the point of them, but maybe using Resound on her would get me a well-deserved respite. With that in mind, I decided to press my advantage the next time it came along.
Carys eyed me carefully as she slowly sidestepped to encircle me. She darted out of nowhere, her scythe reared back to slice my legs - my foundation.
Instead of stepping out of range, I bent low and touched my shield to the ground, both blocking her scythe and covering my whole body with my shield. Like this, I completely blocked myself from her sight. Then, in a shocking twist, I slipped my arm out of my shield and took out my diamond Sharpness I sword I rarely used against Crafters. When Carys leapt in the air to get around my shield, I dove aside, leaving it behind on the ground. Her eyes widened at the maneuver, but her options were limited now that she was in the air. She twisted her body as I jumped up with my sword, aiming for the back of her head with the pommel.
Resound-!
My arm was stopped by the handle of her scythe clenched in her armpit. She was awkwardly holding the thing by the blade before her to halt my attack behind her. My Resound was knocked aside as her body spun in midair and a knee found my forehead.
The blow jarred my head back and sent me to the ground where I stumbled backwards trying to regain my footing. No sooner had Carys touched the ground than she zoomed forward in a spinning whirl of diamond blue. The spinning scythe tornado that was Carys swept past me only for the momentum of that spin to direct all that power into the dull handle nailing the back of my skull.
Darkness. A splitting headache. Then...
"Hey, you, you're finally awake." Carys' face took up my vision. "So? Do you know what Aikido is?"
"What...? Of course I do." I groaned.
"Damn." She stood up. "I thought if I hit your head hard enough, eventually I could make you forget about Aikido, or reset your brain into the ideal super soldier. Something less afraid to kill." She shrugged. "We can only hope."
I immediately noticed the tracts of orange flames behind her, and that she was wearing the Stivali Magma. My groggy senses were quickly sharpened and alert. "...What are you doing with that!?"
"Relax. I'm just testing it out." She kicked off the boots and threw them back to me. "They respond quite nicely."
"They're dangerous." I stashed them deep in my backpack. Hopefully I could borrow an ender chest from someone later to better protect them. "You should've brought Ciro over. What if you burned someone?"
"I'd have doused them in Fire Resistance to buy time, then fetched Ciro." She dismissed easily. "No point in having that artifact if you're too scared to use it."
"I'm still thinking of how to incorporate it into my fighting style."
"Maybe you can use it to heat up tea for your enemy and get them to talk about their feelings."
"Huh. You really think that'd work?"
"NO!"
"So you were being sarcastic again? Good to know you don't take my style seriously. Oh, unless I pull out a stunning technique that can subdue Hackers. Then you take it seriously."
"I take seriously whatever technique gives me an edge in a fight." Carys spoke sternly. "A squad of my assassins got one-shot, and I've got men deep undercover in the east. Getting stronger and crushing the west is of the utmost importance. You might very well have to use those boots to burn an HQ to the ground should we find it. Oh, but that's not your style is it? No, you use whichever technique spares lives the easiest. I bet you're hoping there's a Bounty Day to introduce the Non-Aggressive Care Bear Stare!"
"You're never going to change my mind, Carys." I spoke firmly.
"Oh oh oh, believe me, your last deceit taught me-"
She cut off as a hush settled over the obsidian Lacquerlands. Everything grew still and detached. We both looked up and saw the world around us become flat and dulled, just before a ripple of flowing numbers and signs surged towards us from the east.
The first Bounty Day of the day.
With my head still smarting from getting knocked around, the Bounty Day exacerbated the pain and made me topple. My brain was assaulted with visions of new stuff.
Carys' face showed a twinge of discomfort, but she stood stalwart and refused to buckle as she withstood the Bounty Day pulse.
[Soul]
Blood pumped through my arms as I leveled the massive iron Cleaver to a rest before me. Then I tried raising my trembling arms to lift it over my head and repeat the process. It was only my fifth practice swing, yet my face was red with exertion and I was sucking in rapid breaths of air to fuel a losing battle. All too soon, my arms gave up and the Cleaver clattered noisily against the obsidian ground.
"Only five swings." Anibal reported with a bit of a smug smile, her hand held out expectantly. "Fork it over."
"HaaaaAAAAA!" I breathed out harshly before fishing out two emerald blocks and handing them to the dark-skinned girl. The bet had been for seven swings of the heavy weapon. I thought I could manage. Instead I was on the losing end.
"Pleasure doing business." Anibal wasted no time stashing the emerald blocks away in a secure ender chest. "Y'know, I'm sort of glad we didn't stick around Tinker's long after he defrosted. It would've been real awkward explaining why his diamond and emerald blocks ended up in our backpacks."
Maybe that was why I didn't feel too upset over the loss. Easier to lose a gamble when it's someone else's money.
"If you want to wield that thing in an actual fight," Anibal inclined her head towards the discarded Cleaver, "you're gonna need a lot more EXP or Strength potions."
"Yeah, but how much?" I asked.
"Well..." Anibal strode over and tried lifting the thing. She had to use both arms to steady it, but she could manage a few swings before getting tired. "I'm Level 53, and you're Level...?"
"42."
"42." She nodded, mulling the numbers over. "I'd say... 70 to 74 would be a good range to get you swinging this mass of iron around." She tried to stab the blade into the ground, was unable to break the obsidian, and instead settled for holding it upright while it leaned on her. "Mobs won't cut it. You gotta farm kill cultists or Griefers at Level 15 or higher."
"You think Captain Obsidian was that level?"
"That or higher."
She knew all about EXP levels from enchanting while leading Team Gamma, the theft and arms unit.
"You don't have to use it y'know." She pointed out while I went over and grabbed the Cleaver by the handle. "You're an axe man, and your Sharpness V diamond axe is already stronger."
"I want to honor the late Captain." I explained, making her understand immediately. After all, she was wielding crossbows she named after her fallen teammates, Buckner and Devers. "And yeah, I still want my axe and my animal army," Cat-Face and Christopher Squawken meowed and squawked supportively, "but the Cleaver was wielded in the pursuit of ending the Endward Cult. I'm just taking up that mantle."
"Heavy mantle." She commented. "Well, you better hope the Western HQ is in the capital and we find it, because nothing short of that is gonna give you a jump in EXP levels."
I nodded before glancing at the Cleaver with a sneaky look in my eye. "...What do you say to a double-or-nothing bet on whether or not I can hold it over my head for sixty seconds?"
"..."
"..."
"...Make it ninety seconds and you've got yourself a bet." She grinned. "You're gonna lose all of Tinker's money by the time I'm through with-"
Anibal stopped herself abruptly and the bet was put on hold as the first Bounty Day pulse struck.
[Floyd]
"Focus, Floyd."
I breathed in and exhaled slowly to calm myself and focus as per Kal's instructions. My eyes were closed and dark smoke was coating my body.
"Think back to the moment you triggered... Humility." Kal spoke the name dispassionately, despising it. "Recall the feelings going through your mind. What were your thoughts and feelings?"
"I wanted to tear those Hackers down from the ivory tower they made for themselves." I put the words succinctly, having gone over my emotions enough times the past few days of training. "I wanted to show Null that he and his siblings are not as infallible - not as indomitable - as he thinks." As the feelings intensified, so too did the smoke. I could feel it pulsing along my skin.
"Good." Kal encouraged. I could hear his footsteps as he circled me, watching my progress. His words helped stoke the dark power inside me. "You were right to do it. Null is wrong."
"They're all wrong. Crafters are not inferior, and Hackers are not superior."
"And Null is a menace."
"...Okay, but..." My smoke faltered slightly before I forced it back on track. "...The Hack Clan needs to be humbled."
"They need a bloody nose is what they need." My thoughts veered as Kal took them off course. "We've done a good job drawing blood with our last attack, but they need to be shown more just how powerless they are."
I struggled as my smoke flickered. "Kal, that isn't-"
"This power was meant to wipe out the Clan. To kill those self-proclaimed 'Gods', Null and 303, and-"
"NO! You're making it about you!"
The smoke around me dissipated as my eyes snapped open, my focus melting away. Kal clicked his tongue in annoyance.
"Bravo, gentlemen." Ciro gave a sarcastic, slow clap. "Inspiring."
"What's the problem?" Kal rounded on me. "You had it!"
"I was trying to have it before you butted in with your own feelings!" Floyd accused. "You're trying to make this power a vengeful one, and it's not meant for that! Twisting how I feel isn't gonna help manifest it."
"Do you realize the opportunity you've been blessed with?" Kal's tone was accusing. "This is our chance to wipe out-"
"That's your crusade, Kal!" I made my position clear. "You're the one with the vendetta. I just want to show those Hackers that no one is better or worse. I'm fighting for equality."
"Well, that's beautiful... if it wasn't for a pack of killers!" Kal's tone mellowed before growing aggressive, a bit of Hacker smoke gushing from his eyes. "Just think of all they've done!"
"You used to do those things!" I pointed out, making him balk. "You were redeemed. You changed."
"I changed because Adina was one of the good things in this world, and she had enough goodness to waste on a piece of shit like me." Kal spoke lowly.
"You mean she humbled you." I corrected. "Just like how Noman humbled Null."
"That pacifist didn't go far enough."
"Or how he humbled Serafina." I emphasized more pointedly, making Kal pause for thought. "Remember the Hacker who had a change of heart, thawed out her siblings, and went against Null for us?"
"She didn't do it for us, she did it to save those lost Hackers. And that still doesn't excuse her! How do you think she got the Arcticum Arma and Stivali Magma to begin with? You think she asked C418 and Ferriday nicely? NO! She killed them!"
"And you never killed a Crafter while part of the Hack Clan?" I questioned.
"What? Are you trying to make me feel guilty? What? What is this!?"
"All I'm saying is that Hackers are redeemable. If they can be humbled, they can be snapped out of their indoctrinated way of thinking." I reasoned.
For so long, I feared the lines on my eyes would mark me as a harbinger of doom - something to be feared - but Kal, Pheodora, Serafina, and all those other lost Hackers demonstrated that that wasn't the case. Hackers could be a force of good. They just needed to be broken out of their superiority complexes by a humbling force. One that wouldn't kill them.
"You know, we're all only here because of you. Because of what Adina did to break you out of your brainwashing." I pointed out to Kal, who glowered as if I hit him with a low blow. "You never would've let those lost Hackers become lost, which means they never would've lived free lives, which means I never would have lived a free life, which means I never would have awakened this Hack to begin with. Where would we be had Adina not humbled you the way she did?"
"So pay her back and use that Hack to help avenge her." Kal stressed. "Null stamped Adina out like she was a cockroach. She didn't deserve it! How many countless others didn't deserve it!?"
"If there's a chance to redeem them, we should take it. Any one of those Hackers could've been us, and we can be what Adina was to you - a corrective, guiding force - to any of them." I spoke poignantly before looking down at my closed fist. "We owe it to them to try."
An inverted pulse of smoke rippled from me in response to my words. Reaffirming my stance on the matter proved to be the trigger for Humility. I couldn't be vengeful or malicious like Kal wanted me to be.
Kal saw the ripple. He saw the proof for himself that my way was right. Yet still, he paused for a good minute before having the gall to deliver his own low blow.
"I wonder if you'd say the same if you had Silent_Game's killer at your mercy...'
I felt my anger flare as MultiAura spikes prickled from my arms. "What did you just say?"
"Back when we were hunting you, the Silver Intent told us all about you and Soul's reason for joining." Kal continued, unbothered by the dark spines. "Your friend Silent_Game was killed by a cultist grunt. If you had that grunt before you, paralyzed and at your mercy, would you be lenient and say 'He can be redeemed', then let him go?"
"...The cultists are not the same as-"
"Don't bullshit me with those double standards! You're making your feelings more important than mine! The unfairness of it!"
I bit my lip and tried to calm down my powers. "Noman believes-"
"Noman is wrong!"
"Let me stop you there." Ciro chimed in, finally speaking up to interject his own words into our heated discussion. He strode up, placed himself between two incensed Hackers like it was at all safe, and fixed his mismatched eyes on Kal. "Noman's innocent, optimistic, and unbearably naïve," Ciro granted, "but I no longer think of his way as wrong."
"The reason Noman was selected as the wielder of the Severe Shield... was because he was prophesied to be the cult's undoing by some backwoods charlatan Notch was equally unbearably naïve enough to listen to. That got me thinking what sort of hero this Billionth was. How was he more suited than me, Notch's trusted Captain and apprentice? Is he someone who can win any and all battles?" Ciro grimaced under his facemask. "Not Noman, no. But then, winning every fight isn't everything. Certainly not enough to warrant the title of hero, no. Saving people is just as important. If evil is corrupting, turning good people bad, shouldn't someone of Supreme good be capable of redeeming? Turning bad people good? That's just as important, since it allows for others to take up that cause in your stead, and make the world better in their own way. Notch was like that, and so is Noman. They both inspired others to fight for good in their stead, so they both left a legacy of sorts in their wake."
"Noman and Notch. They've redeemed people." Ciro asserted. "They still saw the good in people, even when the rest of the world would say otherwise. I saw it. Notch with Herobrine. Noman with Serafina." Kal looked down thoughtfully, prompting Ciro to push his advantage. "I witnessed that absolute idiot give Serafina an artifact - a tool of immense power - only for her to do the right thing and give it right back. And then she stood up to Null - to her whole way of life! Sparing her was the right choice - could be the right choice for others, I don't know. But Noman does. And I'll support him. He's naïve and stupid, but I can't call him wrong."
"Then I'm the wrong one, is that it?" Kal accused with self-loathing.
"I didn't say that."
"What am I supposed to do with all these painful feelings?" He held up his hands as dark smoke started pooling out of his eyes. "Other than firing Triggerbot laser beams? I got this power because I feel so strongly about avenging Adina, but it's just a weakness." He closed his fists and smothered his Hacker smoke. "It's easy to be bad. Bad has no boundaries, while good is restrained by them. Being good is hard. Being evil isn't. That's why it's so easy to be corrupt, and so hard to redeem..."
Kal shook his head. "Adina was strong enough to be good and redeem, Noman and Notch too, but I... I can't do that. I can't." He spoke it in a defeated tone before turning to me. "And neither can you. Neither can Carys. Neither can Cobb."
I frowned. "You mean with Jade? He gave her an out. He tried to forgive her, but she's..." Floyd searched for the right word. "...poison. She doesn't want to be redeemed. She's content with the way she is. Just like Spring_Fever."
"And how can you know who's content with what?" Ciro asked. "Noman gives everyone a chance, but how can you know who deserves it or not? How can you tell if someone appears content or is just lying to themselves? Perhaps there are good people out there who prefer to be bad, or bad people wishing to be good? What warrants a second chance?"
"The Hackers get a second chance." Floyd affirmed. "Cultists don't get that chance, but the Hackers are bred into it. They don't know better and can be forgiven. They'll live with what they've done, but they'll end their days of terror. I swear I'll make it happen."
"Don't expect any help from me, then." Kal spoke dispassionately. "All Hack Clan people are monsters, myself included. Why should we have to be the ones to teach them right from wrong?"
"...Because it's what Adina would've wanted."
Kal's face twisted with shame before he stormed off, refusing to look at either of us. That was the end of practice, it seemed.
In the wake of his storming away, the first Bounty Day vision struck hard.
[Carys]
"We all experienced Bounty Day visions. Ten of us, four visions apiece, that's forty visions. Plenty to talk about." I made a chopping gesture with both hands. "Go."
"I saw a pink aquatic critter of some kind with beady eyes. I don't know what it's called, but I want to enlist it for my animal army!"
"The bedrock layer of Minecraftia has been replaced with some other stone. One can only wonder what's hiding beneath this new, accessible layer."
"-an enchantment for leggings that lets you sneak faster-"
"-some big bastion in the-"
"-brown and green ore-"
"-sword and armor scrap material-"
"-glowing text on signs-"
"-the goat I have penned down as a maybe-"
"Okay, stop, shut up, shut up, shut up - THE FUCK UP!" Carys hollered over the din of noise, silencing it before massaging her temples. "One at a time."
[Noman]
It was the next morning, December 12th, with Exter's capital in sight, that we learned the grave news that Lenz, Dwight, and Perry had been discovered and taken hostage by the Eastern Division. There was to be a meeting later that day, with Cobb and a handful of the eastern Paragon group in attendance.
The news cast a somber cloud over the group. First it had been Shroud, Doyle, and Aurand, now this. All eagerness to explore the four new Bounty Days and their items had evaporated.
Anibal, having had her team reduced to Spaatz, was understandably sick at the thought of her second-in-command, Dwight, being in the enemy's clutches. Kal showed a similar concern for Perry, a Team Alpha fighter.
Carys... was rather heartless about it. I couldn't believe her when she sent a message advising the eastern Paragons to forget about the hostages and instead kill every high-ranking cultist that showed up to the meeting place. Even her own guild members weren't valued more than her vengeance. Fortunately, her words were vetoed by Jillian over in Nitebane's capital.
Floyd, Soul, Ciro, and I were all worried for Lenz. The Beginners out of friendship, and Ciro out of a slight skirmish or rivalry they had in Jolin. We grew distracted and anxious, unable to focus on Carys' orders as we approached the capital. Was it commitment or callousness that allowed Carys to keep going despite the impending threat to trusted members of her guild? I asked her as much.
"It's on the other side of the world. If all we can do about it is worry, best to banish it from your mind and focus on what you can do." Carys replied automatically.
"...And just how did you think Cobb would take your idea of sacrificing the hostages when Lenz is among them?"
Carys cracked an eye open to glare at me. "For all we know, Lenz could be the reason they got discovered in the first place. I know I never trained him." She shut her eye. "But back to your question. Does it make sense to trade a handful of lives for intel or favors that could very well cost tens of thousands of lives?"
"I'd find a way to not trade any lives."
"I'm sure. And then you can turn the cult towards world peace while pooping out rainbows and chocolate butterflies."
"I guess I just figured, after everything I've seen of you, that some small shred of your soul felt a bond with your guild members." I spoke with thinly veiled disgust. "Instead you condemn them to death. You don't deserve them."
A fist clenched around the front of my suit and dragged me before Carys' face, eliciting a reaction from the group as they all came to a stop to watch the exchange. Carys didn't hit me, she just locked her blood-red eyes with my blue ones.
"If everything you've seen of me hasn't shown you that I don't stop for nothing, then you haven't been paying attention." She released me before straightening out the wrinkles she had made to my suit. "And when this little alliance of ours is over, I will take immense satisfaction in teaching you why there are some enemies you just can't spare." She swept past with a click of her heels, leaving me frowning at her back.
[Soul]
"Do you think Lenzington will come out of this alive?"
The question came from Ciro, and it had Floyd and I sharing looks.
"Of course he can. The nerd's a fighter." I blurted out, the words parroted by my parrot.
"I know he's a fighter. I fought him. But this isn't about fighting. He's been captured. I'm asking about his odds of survival."
"Then he'll be fine because he's a survivor!" I amended harshly.
"...I think it all depends on the meeting." Floyd spoke more sensibly. "They... they could've killed him. Especially if Teal is there. Same with Dwight and Perry. They're keeping them alive as bargaining chips. Whatever their demands..." He trailed off before letting out a resigned sigh. "Whatever their demands are, we'll have to cave if we want Lenz and the rest returned to us in one piece. Else they'll throw them to the mercy of Teal."
"Whatever their demands, they won't be cheap." Anibal interjected, having caught what we were discussing. "The cult doesn't typically barter with lives, especially with Paragon lives. They must really want to meet with King_Cobb."
"They think he knows where Herobrine is hiding, but he doesn't." I snapped. "He doesn't have a clue! And once they realize-"
"There might be more that he knows that they want." Ciro interrupted. "This hostage exchange is too unusual. I can't imagine your Cobb possessing any knowledge they'd be so obsessed with... unless I'm missing something."
"Could just be a Hacker exchange." Floyd gave his own opinion. "They're allied now. Makes sense to use Lenz, Dwight, and Perry to get us to release Llewellyn and Hannah."
"Agreeing to that would be a death sentence for all of Nitebane." Albert entered the discussion. "Everything we've worked so hard to rebuild would be consigned to oblivion."
"Then let's hope the Paragons send a good negotiator." I murmured worriedly. "Knowing Cobb, he'd sell his soul to get his friend back safe."
Inventory (Floyd): 1 Mob Head {Creeper}, 1 Diamond Pickaxe, 1 Iron Sword, 1 Diamond Helmet [Projectile Protection IV], 1 Diamond Chestplate [Projectile Protection IV], 1 Diamond Leggings [Projectile Protection IV], 1 Shears, 2 Iron Ingots, 24 Coal, 20 Torches, 1 Fishing Rod, 1 Furnace, 1 Crafting Table, 1 Minecart, 1 Bed, 1 Boat, 1 Diamond Boots [Projectile Protection IV], 16 Gunpowder, 10 Ender Pearls, 1 Splash Potion of Invisibility {8:00}, 1 Splash Potion of Slowness {4:00}, 1 Splash Potion of Weakness {4:00}, 1 Splash Potion of Weakness {4:00}, 1 Bucket, 1 Map {Minecraftia}, 1 Book {Citizenship Information}, 1 Paper {Ringwood Entry Pass}, 1 Paper {Zeppil Entry Pass}
[EXP: 48]
Inventory (Soul): 1 Diamond Axe [Sharpness V], 1 Iron Cleaver, 1 Diamond Pickaxe, 60 Iron Ingots, 19 Flint, 1 Flint and Steel, 5 Ender Pearls, 8 Gold Ingots, 11 Blocks of Diamond, 12 Blocks of Emerald, 1 Shears, 1 Milk Bucket, 1 Diamond Helmet [Protection IV, Unbreaking III], 1 Iron Chestplate, 1 Diamond Leggings [Protection IV, Unbreaking III], 1 Diamond Boots [Protection IV, Feather Falling IV, Unbreaking III], 1 Crafting Table, 1 Jukebox, 1 Music Disc {chirp}, 1 Bed, 1 Furnace, 24 Torches, 22 White Wool, 61 Cobblestone, 14 Jungle Planks, 2 Bowls, 1 Armor Stand, 1 Map {Minecraftia}, 1 Book {Citizenship Information}, 1 Paper {Ringwood Entry Pass}, 1 Paper {Zeppil Entry Pass}, 1 Paper {Exter Entry Pass}, 1 Splash Potion of Slowness {4:00}, 1 Splash Potion of Weakness {4:00}
[EXP: 42]
Cat-Face the Cat
Christopher Squawken the Parrot
Inventory (Noman): 1 Diamond Sword [Sharpness I], 1 Shield, 1 Diamond Chestplate {Severe Shield}, 1 Golden Boots {Stivali Magma}, 1 Leather Boots {Bottes Zephyr} [Dyed White], 1 Iron Helmet, 1 Diamond Chestplate, 1 Iron Leggings, 1 Iron Boots, 1 Diamond Pickaxe, 56 Nether Warts, 15 Soul Sand, 1 Flint and Steel, 10 Cobwebs, 1 Milk Bucket, 1 Water Bucket, 5 Buckets, 1 Bed, 1 Crafting Table, 1 Brewing Stand, 15 Glass Bottles, 4 Ender Pearls, 60 Glowstone Dust, 23 Gunpowder, 12 Redstone Dust, 60 Blaze Powder, 62 Gold Nuggets, 2 Bowls, 20 Brown Mushrooms, 1 Book {Citizenship Information}, 1 Paper {Zeppil Entry Pass}, 1 Paper {Exter Entry Pass}, 1 Map {Minecraftia}, 1 Book {The Art of Peace}, 1 Book {Artifact List}, 1 Enchanted Golden Apple, 1 Splash Potion of Weakness {4:00}
[EXP: 35]
Inventory (Kalmarin): 1 Diamond Helmet [Protection III, Unbreaking III], 1 Diamond Chestplate [Protection IV, Unbreaking III], 1 Diamond Leggings [Protection IV, Unbreaking III], 1 Diamond Boots [Protection III, Unbreaking III], 1 Mob Head {Skeleton}, 1 Diamond Sword [Sharpness III, Unbreaking I], 1 Map {Paragon Minecraftia}, 1 Book {Citizenship Information}, 1 Paper {Gold Citizenship Pass}, 7 Apples, 1 Bow [Power I], 36 Arrows, 7 Ender Pearls, 1 Bed, 1 Crafting Table, 1 Furnace, 40 Torches, 31 Sand, 12 Cobblestone, 21 Oak Planks, 1 Bucket, 1 Lava Bucket, 1 Milk Bucket, 43 Coal, 1 Clock, 1 Compass, 1 Iron Pickaxe [Unbreaking I], 1 Wooden Pickaxe {Old Reliable} [Unbreaking III, Efficiency V], 1 Book {Meetup}
[EXP: 43]
Inventory (Anibal): 1 Crossbow {Buckner}, 1 Crossbow {Devers}, 64 Arrows, 38 Arrows, 16 Firework Rockets {Flight Duration: 1, Large Ball x 7, White x 7}, 13 Firework Rockets {Flight Duration: 1, Large Ball x 7, White x 7}, 6 Ender Pearls, 10 Cooked Mutton, 16 Apples, 18 Oak Planks, 1 Crafting Table, 1 Furnace, 1 Bed, 39 Torches, 21 Coal, 1 Map {Paragon Minecraftia}, 1 Book {Citizenship Information}, 1 Paper {Gold Citizenship Pass}, 1 Milk Bucket, 1 Iron Pickaxe, 4 Ender Chests, 29 Cobblestone, 1 Bow [Flame I], 1 Bow [Power V], 1 Diamond Sword [Sweeping Edge III], 1 Diamond Sword [Smite V], 1 Diamond Sword [Fire Aspect II], 1 Diamond Sword [Bane of Arthropods V]
[EXP: 53]
AN: Like I said. Small Chapter. I posted it at the same time as a RITE chapter, though, so that's a first.
FAV. FOLLOW. REVIEW. FORUM. DISCORD. COOKIES.