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Fireheart449

Fireheart449

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Chapter 2 Left by Lady Lore
“How come you’ve lost your memory?”
“I keep asking myself the same thing over and over again. I honestly can’t remember anything.” Lady Lore and I are walking along a gray path. She takes me past some cows and then she stops in front of an interesting looking place. By interesting, I mean, shoddy. The fence is of dull, gray stone. The wooden fence is open, practically inviting us in. Creepy.
There’s an even shoddier house inside the fence and a chicken coop. Ah, look: chickens. They peck and peck, and I can’t help wonder if they don’t have anything better to do in their spare time. They don’t look hungry. They’re just pecking for the fun of it.
“You look appalled.” Lady Lore’s musical voice is filled with amusement.
“I ain’t touching those things.”
“They’re just chickens,” she tells me. “They won’t hurt you.”
“I’m not worried they’re going to hurt me,” I murmur. “I’m just disgusted by their behavior. Besides, I’m a pacifist. I can’t kill chickens.”
“Well, Mr. Pacifist.” Ha…new name. “You can stay here and think about it. I need to go.” NOOO! I mean, sure she can go. I’m not a clingy, infatuated nitwit! Am I?
“How will I find you again?” I know I sound whiney, but how can I not? She’s my guide here, at least, until my memory comes back or until I learn more of this Runescape place. Seems unfriendly. If there are jerks like Wolfbane out there, I might just not want to be here at all.
“Put me on your Friends list.”
“My what?” I can’t help it. I’m a noob.
“Look in your pack.” She points to the brown bag clinging to me. I did*’t notice it before…of course, Lady Lore consumes most of my short attention span. Yes, I’m not one for paying attention to detail, and I’m proud of it.
I dig through my cool, brown pack (leather, by the feel of it) and draw out a weird little thing that looks like a calculator. Aah, I know what a calculator is! Was I a mathematical genius? Probably not.

03-Aug-2010 01:06:44

Fireheart449

Fireheart449

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I poke a couple of buttons and I’m met with a happy smiley face on the object*s screen. How retro. I giggle over these funny faces until Lady Lore smacks my shoulder impatiently.
Shocked, I turn to her, but she only laughs. “The smiley face gives you a list of all your friends. Put me on the first list. Type in my name, darling: Lady Lore12.”
“Um, sure.” The screen of my little thingamabob is wider than a calculator’s. When I press a little green button on the side, it gives me all the letters of the alphabet. Ooo, fancy.
With utmost obedience, I type her name in. Her name glows on the screen, and I almost drop the thing. I then notice Lady Lore is looking at the screen over my shoulder. I can smell her sweet breath and hear the sound of her breathing. I don’t want to be rude, so I don’t move away. Fine! I like having her so close to me. Glad to have that off my chest.
“Now you can type messages to me wherever I am,” Lady Lore informs me while her smell intoxicates me. “I’ll see you later, Freak.”
“Kay.” And just like that, the love of my life is gone. Good God, did I just think “love of my life?!” You know, all this infatuation isn’t good for my brain. I think I’ll just focus on the chickens. Oh. What do you know? They’re still pecking.
“Selling 5000 feathers! 5 gp each!” The sudden cry startles me from my analysis of the clucking, fat chickens. I look up and find a man with no armor at all, equipped with only a bright, deadly, green sword.
“What’s gp? Why would I need feathers?” This world was so unfamiliar.
“Gp means gold pieces. It’s money, noob…you’re only level three. Oh and you need feathers for fly fishing.” The man pauses to shift his sword to the other shoulder. “By the way, my name’s Hamlet346. Just call me Hamlet.”
“Um, I’m Freak449.” At least, I remember my name.
“Nice to meet you, Freak.”
“Hamlet! I’ll pay you 4 gp for each feather!” Another man, dark of hair like Hamlet, stumbles up to us. He’s blinking twitchily and tripping over himself.

03-Aug-2010 01:07:38

Fireheart449

Fireheart449

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He has a fancy blue hat (pointed), and some blue robes (depressed, are we?). He looks like wizard. Ooh, I remembered something! Ahem, moving on.
“I said 5gp,” starts off Hamlet.
“4gp,” responds the wizard.
“5.”
“3.”
“4.”
“Done.” The wizard dude cheerfully exchanges a heavy bagful of what I now know to be moola for the bunches of feathers. Somehow, I feel as if Hamlet has been cheated somehow.
“So what are you standing around for?” Hamlet asks cheerfully. He’s tucked his money away.
“Did that guy just trick you?” I ask.
“Nah,” Hamlet replies. “The usual price is 2gp, but the fool fell for my trap.” Wow, a trap that was sprung by a trap. Impressive. And complex.
“So about these chickens..." I trail off, not sure how to break to my new friend that I’m a pacifist and that the chickens scare me with their zombie-like pecking. “They’re like zombies.”
“Oh, no." Hamlet shakes his head vigorously. “Zombies are much, much, much worse. I was killed by one once. I wait for the day when I can take revenge. Its disgusting, slimy grip has scarred me for life.”
“Sounds like you’ve been through a lot.” These people were so much more experienced than I am. I wish I could have my memory back. Life (or whatever this is) would be so much easier with such knowledge at my disposal. “What level are you?” I can tell levels mattered a lot to these people.
“Twenty-two.” Hamlet beams. “Well, Freak, I suggest you get training, and maybe you’ll get up to my level.”
“You really think I can?” I need encouragement, big time. Without Lady Lore, I’m completely lost. I mean, I want to be a big, bad guy like Wolfbane, but do I have the knowledge, the motivation to do all that? I don’t know my way around at all.
“I know you can.” With a wink, Hamlet wanders off, leaving me to my thoughts.
~End of Chapter 2~

03-Aug-2010 01:08:31 - Last edited on 25-Nov-2010 15:52:59 by Fireheart449

Dawn719

Dawn719

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Hehe. This is my favorite chapter.

Chapter 3 Poking Peril
I left the chickens. I loathe them with their pecking! I don’t know why their up and down beak motions bother me, but they do! Training on chickens doesn’t appeal to me at all.
I whisk the calculator-like thing out of my pocket and look at it in despair. Lady Lore’s name is not glowing; I’m assuming she’s gone for now. I really want to find Hamlet again, but he’s eluded me.
I’m walking along when I bump into a farmer. He waves the pitchfork in my face. “You want a fight, buddy?”

The farmer reeks of alcohol, and I am about to tell him so when I decide it’s not a pacifist’s place to say anything. “No, I’m sorry I bumped into you.”
“You should be sorry,” the farmer spits. “I’m so sick of noobs attacking me.”
“I’m a pacifist,* I tell him.

“No one here is a pacifist,” the farmer laughs. His laugh is scary and unreasonable. Seeing as he is drunk, I’m not entirely surprised. “A pacifist won’t last a day here…unless you’re one of those craftsmen, or woodcutters, or blacksmiths.”
“Well, I want to become a high level.”
“Then you better start attacking those chickens.” The farmer’s face turns shifty. “I’ve never liked my neighbor, Farmer Bill. Make sure you kill his chickens. I don’t keep chickens; I like cows.”
“Oh, are those your cows over there?” I gesture to the pasture where many cows are mooing.
“Yes, they are. Don’t touch them, noob!” The farmer suddenly looks outraged. “Damn it! Those high levels are attacking my cows again. I’ll see you later, noob.” The farmer rushes off, waving his pitchfork. He’s off to scold the people attacking his cows.
“Hmm.” I’m at a loss. Everyone has told me to attack chickens. Well, what if I don’t want to? I keep walking and pass through a gap between two stone walls. Just beyond the walls are three willow trees.

04-Aug-2010 14:05:26

Dawn719

Dawn719

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My heart is glad to see a friendly-looking person hacking away at the willow with a bright blue axe: the same blue as Wolfbane’s armor. Like Lady Lore, she is wearing green armor, but her face is covered by a helm. She hums to herself as she cuts, and I wonder vaguely if it’s humming to oneself or talking to oneself that characterizes a crazy person.
Desperate for company, I decide to speak with her. “Hello,” I say brightly.
“Hi, noob. What do you want?*
*Company, is all I want,” I say with a pleasant air.

“Go kill a chicken, noob.”

“My name is Freak, and why does everyone keep telling me to kill chickens!”
“You’re a noob, Freak.”
“So what?”
“So a noob should start off attacking chickens. They can’t kill you,” the girl says. I’m thinking under the helm lies a smug grin. She thinks she so smart. I think a noob can do whatever he (or she) wants.
*What’s your name, anyway?” I say. Despite my dislike of the girl, I need to know her name.

“Dawn719,” Dawn murmurs. Aw, what a pretty name for an awful person. “By the way, my woodcutting level is seventy. What’s your level?”
“Um…how do I check?”
“Take out your Status.”
“My what?” She uses big words. Agh, my head.

“Look in your pack and take out a little gray book with three bars on it.”
“Okay.” Feeling rather resentful of her bossy tone, I dig through my bag and find a gray book. I open the thing and find little numbers scrawled next to little words. I find the word “Woodcutting” and note the little number “1” next to it. I stash the book back into my leather pack. “My woodcutting is one.”
“Ha ha!” Her laughter hurt my ears. “You really are a noob.”
“Shut up.” Yup, I was deliberately rude, but who wouldn’t be? She’s obnoxious. I wish she would smash into a tree, and then we would see how much she would enjoy woodcutting! Maybe she would even get splinters!
“Stop being rude,” Dawn commands.
“No!” I say defiantly. She pokes me, and I gasp.

04-Aug-2010 14:06:45

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