MrB's Story - 3rd Place

The Rise of a Hero for Peace

The download reached 100 percent, in such glory in that Abbandon himself felt its power. Abbandon knew it was just another soul to claim, another warrior who shall fall and become his servant of darkness. He attempted to foretell the future of this new warrior, only to be sent into an even deeper sleep. Perhaps this blunder was what caused the delay of the Apocalypse.

As this new soul's path began to unfold, Elvine and Aresden broke into another skirmish. Little did anyone know, the fate of the realm of Helbreath rested outcome of this skirmish. The screams of death seemed to fill the new warrior with a strange power. It shaped the very physical being of the new one. It created a young woman, with no hair and purple undies. Also, this power granted the woman to become a great wizard of unlimited power. The only thing this power did not bring was a name to this lady, which that was given by one of the gods who kept the realm alive. That name would be MrBoobs.

MrBoobs first appeared in the Beginner zone, during the skirmish between the two powers. The clashing of armor and screams of death could be heard even on that remote island. This filled the young magician with rage. With only a dagger in hand, she lunged out at the lowest of evils, the Slime. Hundreds of slime fell before this rage, and MrBoobs sensed it was time to join a side, like those who came before her. Noticing that Elvine had Aresden nearly defeated, she went into the Elvine portal. She to a farm, but instead of finding green grass and potatoes, all she found was the cries of bleeding warriors waiting for Abbandon to take them. In the sight of such horrors, MrBoobs did the only thing she could do. She ran.

On a cliff, she watched in horror as the dead and wounded began to pile up. The ground being stained red with their blood. As she stared in horror, a runner came to the farm. What was left of his armor was cracked, blood was gushing out of a gash in his breast. In his last breath, he cried out, "The gates of Elvine have fallen, the town is being ran down by Aresdens. It is only a matter of time before they find us here. Make haste my brothers, flee this land!"

MrBoobs ran, as the dieing warrior has told. Yet, she did not follow the other fleeing Elvines into the dungeons to the south, for she knew no one could survive the demons that lay in wait for human flesh inside those dungeons. Nor did she follow the group going towards the northern Highlands, knowing the great two headed giants lay in wait to tear any human to shreds. Just then, a guiding force told her to go into the burning town. Knowing nothing else, she listened.

The town was full of death, fire rained from the sky in some areas. In others, giant ice spikes impaled the ground below, slaughtering anything beneath. As she ran deeper into the town, she found more death. Golems of metal smashed what was left of the burning palace in the center of town. As she watched the destruction of Elvine, she felt an urge to kill. She unsheathed her dagger, still covered in the flesh of Slime, and lunged at the nearest warrior. It was one of the Elvine high-guards, killing him instantly. She stood, blood of her slain enemy dripping off her warm dagger. It was then she felt a strange, warm sensation in her heart. She looked down to see the head of an arrow sticking out of her chest. She looked back to a man with a bow looking at her, "For Eldiniel!" shouted the ill-fated archer. Little did he know, rage had already filled MrBoobs heart. Shooting her with that arrow just made her rage grow. "Ice-Storm!" shouted MrBoobs, as she raised her
hand at the archer. A massive burst of ice flown towards the archer, anything within the gust was frozen then crumbled. Then the ice met the archer. It turned the archer into a frosty pile of dust. After that, MrBoobs collapsed on the guard she slain.

She awoke to find herself in a room full of wounded warriors. A man in the distance shouted, "The one who used the magic of the wyvern! She has come to!"

Everyone around her gasped in horror, except for a female mage. She stared MrBoobs over, then looked up at her face, still shivering with horror. "I am Sval, I brought you here. Those cowards around us ran in fear, they seem to fear you." said the brave mage.

"Where am I? And why do you fear a young magician like me? I don't even have a staff." softly told MrBoobs.

"What is your name child?" asked Sval.

"I am MrBoobs, new comer to the land. I arrived at the Beginner zone just as that battle began." answered MrBoobs.

"Then how did a young mage of your skills manage to slaughter an Elvine high-guard, and brought forth the Ice-Storm? Are you some kind of demon?" asked Sval, the fear in the room began to decrease.

"I, I casted that magic? But how? All I remember is the seeing the arrow in my chest after I killed that guard. I surely thought I was dieing there." replying with fear, MrBoobs mumbled.

"I see, I guess it was just a desperate attempt in saving yourself from those Elvines. Get your rest, for tomorrow I shall assist you in training. Good night." Sval said, then left the room. The rest of the frightful warriors left too. Throughout the night, she could hear the screams of people dieing all around her.

On the way back to her tent, Sval was approached by the town priest. He was a tall man, wearing a red robe with a compass-like on it. That symbol was the same symbol on flags of the Aresden warriors; it was the symbol for the god Aresien, the one worshipped by Aresden. Yet hated by Elvine. "What of the child that used the magic of wyverns. Did she pass?" said the priest.

"No, she is tired, but will be perfectly fine. Her wounds are nearly healed, and she was only out for a few hours." replied Sval.

"I see, then the ancient scrolls must be true! They speak of a young girl of no hair, who casts the magic of demons only once. She will be the bringer of peace, and destroyer of Abbandon." in shock, spoke the priest.

"I hope your right young priest, this war is getting to me. I believe half the town would agree too. I'm off to my tent now, been a while since I had any sleep. Good night." Sval replied then walked towards her tent.

"Good night Sval." said the priest.

The next morning MrBoobs awoke to find all the beds around her, where the wounded once lay, to be empty; and Sval standing above here holding a magic wand and a few light armors. "Here, take these. They will help you train." said Sval.

"Why thank you. But we need not talk, I have training to do if I am to bring peace. I guess I'm off. Bye Sval. Perhaps in time Elvines and Aresdens shall fight by side against Abbandon." said MrBoobs.

"Yes, me too. Me too." thought Sval.

The Slime pits that morning were full of green goodness. Just perfect for a young mage to train. Using the most basics of magic, MrBoobs easily slaughtered thousands of Slime. Her powers began to grow, she learned elemental magics such as Fire-Strike and Lightning. Soon after that, she began to destroy snakes, another weaker evil. Yet better to train on. Over time, she began to learn more magics. Ice-Strike, Berserk -- favorite to cast on warriors, Protection-From-Magic. Eventually she learned how to wield the powerful Energy=Strike, magic most commonly used for mages training solo. As her powers grew, so did the war. Being able to do nothing else during battles, MrBoobs fought. This made her powers grow. Not only that, she became a trusted ally to the Aresden faith. She even attracted the attention of a young, handsome wizard. "Hello, you must be the mage MrBoobs. I am Levitan, lead of the Circle-of-Fate. Pleased to meet you. Anyway, I am wondering if you w
ould be interested in joining my guild." said the young wizard.

"Your words are as beautiful as your face Levitan. I would be pleased to join." said MrBoobs.

"Very well, consider yourself a member of the Circle of Fate." explained Levitan.

Just as MrBoobs was receiving the official colors, purple and gold, a warrior in Circle of Fate uniform came running towards the two. "Sir, there has been a Hellclaw spotted south of the Ogre pit in middle land. What are your orders about this matter?" said the warrior.

"Rally the Circle of Fate, we are going to destroy this beast. MrBoobs, it looks like we are going to have a little celebration of your joining. Come with me to the Hellclaw." ordered Levitan.

"A Hellclaw? I've heard of these beasts. Their claws cut through armor like it was nothing. This should be fun." excitingly said MrBoobs.

So they went to Middleland, where the Hellclaw lay in wait. The two warriors of magic were greeted by a small legion of warriors wielding melee weapons of all types, hammers, swords, and axes. There were also magicians of all types there. All of them were wearing the Circle of Fate uniform. Levitan then gave the order to attack the beast. The mages casted berserk on the warriors, while the warriors went into combat with the mighty beast. Levitan then ordered the magicians to heal the warriors, which they did. The battle was tough, the beast nor the warriors gave up ground. Then, the beast took seeing at MrBoobs, casting healing spells to heal her comrades. The mighty Hellclaw leaped into the air, it landed in front of MrBoobs and gave her one powerful blow to the chest. Sending her flying back into a nearby cliff. Levitan rushed to her, to see if she lived. The Hellclaw began to gain the upper hand at this moment, many of the warriors were killed. MrBoobs opened
her eyes to look at the death around her. Levitan noticed MrBoobs' eyes were glowing blue. MrBoobs lifted her staff, and shouted the words "Ice-Storm!" A blaze of frozen death shot from her staff directly at the Hellclaw. The Hellclaw froze solid, then one of the warriors who survived smashed it to bits with his hammer. After that, Mrboobs was known as a hero. Yet, she still couldn't summon the Ice-Storm on command.

Months pasted, MrBoobs' powers grew. As did Abbandon's powers. It was on a calm summer day, MrBoobs was training when he was visited by the GM. His powers shook the ground around her, the beasts of Abbandon fled in fear of the GM. "MrBoobs. Abbandon is growing, he senses your great power. He knows you are too weak to face him now. He will send beasts of great power to you. Thus I must change your appearance and your name. You shall grow force wonderful locks of hair, and thus be known as MrB!" spoke the GM.

"What ever you wish, me lord. I vow on this day to destroy Abbandon." proclaimed MrB.

"That I know of, MrB. Farewell, may Aresien guide your path." preached the GM.

It was on that same day, a battle broke out between Elvine and Aresden. It was a fierce battle. The Circle of Fate was taking heavy loses, yet MrB still fought on, with Levitan at his side. Out of no where, a massive Tigerworm appeared. A messenger of Abbandon. The beast spoke to MrB, telling her Death will reign. Then the Tigerworm lifted its giant arm, and crushed Levitan under it. Again, MrB went into a rage, and summoned the Ice-Storm. Yet, this time it was different. The shear power of the Ice-Storm was so great it shook the very land itself. The storm destroyed the tiger worm, and half the town of Elvine with it. Yet, nothing could replace the loss that MrB faced. Levitan, her guild master, was dead. MrB later joined the Forsaken. A guild full of people bent on death to Elvine. Their leader, Pugilist, was a strong warrior. Yet, he was filled with greed and only wanted to destroy Elvine. In such rage, MrB followed Pugilist. On a path of darkness.

Through death and suffering, MrB began to be loyal only to Aresien. Slaying anything or anyone who opposed her god. Perhaps this was what Abbandon wanted. Then, a young girl with wielding a battle axe came to MrB. She spoke of that Pugilist is an evil, greedy man. Perhaps even Abbandon himself. For some reason, MrB felt as if this girl was right. The girl that lead MrB back into the light was known as Fortune. They soon became the best of friends. Always when you found one, you would find the other. They trained together for days at a time in the Silent Woods. They were the unbeatable team. Something was wrong though, over the past few months with Fortune. MrB never forgot what her purpose was.

It was a cold day, MrB and Fortune decided it was a good time to head to Ice Bound, the land of the Tigerworm. When they entered the frozen wasteland, they seen a large group of Elvines battling Tigerworm. When the beast fell, they shouted for joy. Celebrate-light filled the air. The two Aresden warriors watched as the Elvines feasted on the fallen champion of Abbandon. In the celebration, one of the Elvines spotted the two watching them. He rallied the Elvines, still chewing their Tigerworm. They chased MrB and Fortune almost to the top of Ice Bound, where the Wyverns roost on the mountain tops. It was then MrB realized a way to create peace, one of her wishes in life. She turned around, threw her staff on the ground, and said, "Why must we fight? Are we that different? We live the same lives, we die the same deaths! But why must we hate each other? We all want the same things, a chance for our friends and family to live. But at what cost? The lives of others
? We must not fight each other. Our true enemy sleeps deep beneath this land, feeding off our hate. If we want a future, we must destroy him. Not each other!"

The Elvines also threw down their weapons, tears filled their eyes, as did Fortune's. The Elvines welcomed the two brave warriors to their feast. And the next morning, spread the word of peace to their towns. Peace between the nations of man, war against the forces of Abbandon. To this day, the powers of man and Abbnadon fight on. MrB at the head, leading the forces of man.