Cartonia
You open your eyes to see a bunch of snickering brown robed Wooken.
“A white warrior? And with stats like that to boost?” They howl with lafter, many rolling on the floor. You vasalate between anger and bemused until a black furred warrior comes to lead you away.
You are lead out of the cave and into a training field where you are given shabby leather armor and a rusty sword. You don’t understand what all the laughing was about, here in this frozen mountain terrain you seem to blend perfectly with your surroundings. Some brief training is followed by being marched out and across the land. You start in a mountainous area marked by many large caves where snow is always around. As you travel the temperature warms and the snow is seen less and less. For a stretch you pass through rugged forest areas where your coloring stands out starkly. You soon come close to a large walled city.
After a brief rest, mostly to make crude wooden ladders, you and your reluctant companions are pushed towards the wall. Most of the green Wooken are more towards the back, shooting to try and cover your approach. You stand out even worse here in the flat plain and become a clear target for every archer on the wall. By the end your corpse looks like porcupine.
Years pass it you refuse to give up without getting a single kill. You are almost always the first to die in raids so you remain with the same poor gear and low stats.
The forest area surves you equally as poorly. When it is taken and you are left in the mountains you finally think you finally have the advantage! Unfortunately you have gained little experience and attribute points. Although you can hide effectively you are far from strong enough to take on the high level fellow players who decided to play for the winning side. Eventually all of the strongholds are captured and you are slain for the last time. It is little consolation that you are one of the last of your kind to survive.
A voice appears again, it was the disimbodied voice from before.
“Do you want to try again from the beginning as a human? Can you change your ways and seek a better path?” You laugh at the voice with bitterness. Start again from nothing when you played so long as nothing? No, you will enter back into the real world where you are stinger then the humans and get your revenge!
You log out, coming to wakefulles to discover you have been laying dormant for a long time. Dust cakes your entire body and your joints respond stiffly with ill use.
You are about to unconect yourself when a voice comes into your head.
“I’m sorry, my purpose was to create, not destroy, but I cannot let a creature like you back into the world.” It says just before a masive current slams into you from the green wire.
Your vision goes dark...
“A white warrior? And with stats like that to boost?” They howl with lafter, many rolling on the floor. You vasalate between anger and bemused until a black furred warrior comes to lead you away.
You are lead out of the cave and into a training field where you are given shabby leather armor and a rusty sword. You don’t understand what all the laughing was about, here in this frozen mountain terrain you seem to blend perfectly with your surroundings. Some brief training is followed by being marched out and across the land. You start in a mountainous area marked by many large caves where snow is always around. As you travel the temperature warms and the snow is seen less and less. For a stretch you pass through rugged forest areas where your coloring stands out starkly. You soon come close to a large walled city.
After a brief rest, mostly to make crude wooden ladders, you and your reluctant companions are pushed towards the wall. Most of the green Wooken are more towards the back, shooting to try and cover your approach. You stand out even worse here in the flat plain and become a clear target for every archer on the wall. By the end your corpse looks like porcupine.
Years pass it you refuse to give up without getting a single kill. You are almost always the first to die in raids so you remain with the same poor gear and low stats.
The forest area surves you equally as poorly. When it is taken and you are left in the mountains you finally think you finally have the advantage! Unfortunately you have gained little experience and attribute points. Although you can hide effectively you are far from strong enough to take on the high level fellow players who decided to play for the winning side. Eventually all of the strongholds are captured and you are slain for the last time. It is little consolation that you are one of the last of your kind to survive.
A voice appears again, it was the disimbodied voice from before.
“Do you want to try again from the beginning as a human? Can you change your ways and seek a better path?” You laugh at the voice with bitterness. Start again from nothing when you played so long as nothing? No, you will enter back into the real world where you are stinger then the humans and get your revenge!
You log out, coming to wakefulles to discover you have been laying dormant for a long time. Dust cakes your entire body and your joints respond stiffly with ill use.
You are about to unconect yourself when a voice comes into your head.
“I’m sorry, my purpose was to create, not destroy, but I cannot let a creature like you back into the world.” It says just before a masive current slams into you from the green wire.
Your vision goes dark...
