The raging Kraken, and charging clockwork guards, shimmered in my vision.
And the world changed around me.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
“I’ve drunk 127 different kinds of ale, so far, and it’s still not enough,” Mudhoof said, slurring his words.
I smiled at my friend from across the table. “Only 127? You’ve been at this for three days, now. Maybe you should let some seasoned vets show you how it’s done.”
The drunken minotaur gave me a confused look. “Three days. Ha! I meant 127 different ales today!” Mudhoof broke out into peels of laughter.
I’d teleported away from Ogden’s doomed guildhall directly to Mudhoof, only to find he’d never left the tavern located in the newbie zone. He really was enjoying his simulation suit’s new tasting upgrades.
So with Ogden dead (or re-rolled) and the bounty on my head removed, I was free to go about my business of hiring out my questing services. Only, I didn’t feel like it. Not yet, anyway. I took to hanging out with Mudhoof and watching his avatar’s drunken show.
The player behind Mudhoof did not get drunk. It was impossible for a simulation suit to accomplish that. Probably for the better. The player could enjoy the taste of each ale. The only drawback was his avatar felt the accumulative effects of the alcohol from each drink and his behaviour altered accordingly. The end result had been most entertaining.
As a serving girl walked by, Mudhoof asked, “Hey, would you like to see my big Sausage?”
The serving girl slapped him and fled from the room.
“It’s not what you think!” He called after here.
“That line will never end well,” I said.
“We should get Thorm down here,” Mudhoof said and hailed the barkeep for another ale. “If anyone needs to get drunk, it’s him.”
I shook my head. “Our Holy Knight is busy at the moment. And probably will be for quite a while.” Thorm had finally ditched his tail. Mister white cloak and his cronies eventually lost interest and went off in search of other players to hunt down. Now Thorm was fully invested in completing his Pegasus Mount quest chain, a sizable task. From my research on the forums few players completed it. But if anyone could do so, it would be Thorm. And despite my repeated offers to help, he politely turned me down. These quests were designed to be done as a solo player, he said. I could appreciate that.
The barkeep brought another ale over to the table and Mudhoof scooped it up. “Well, Vee. What about you? Think that stupid owl is gonna come after you? You did unleash a Titan on his guildhall. Oh, and you killed him, too.”
“I no longer think of Ogden as a problem,” I said. “He has his hands full repairing the damage to his empire, and his reputation.” Fortunately for Ogden, when I killed him, his corpse was swallowed by the Kraken. The Void Titan then entered our dimension, which resulted in Ogden re-rolling on this side. Had the Portal closed before the Kraken could enter, Ogden’s newbie avatar would be floating in space right now.
Ah, well, I thought. Can’t have it all.
Rumor was that Ogden had taken over a far-flung newbie-zone with clockwork soldiers. To speed through the quests, he made the soldiers fight mobs (NPC monsters) until they were down to one hit point. Then Ogden would step in and slay the mob, claiming all the resulting experience points for himself. Talk about pathetic.
Mudhoof squinted an eye at me. “So what are you gonna do now? You’re free!”
That was true. What would I do with my newfound freedom? Quests? Grind experience points? Hunt for mats? Or maybe I’d just hop through the closest travel gate and see where it took me.
Out of curiosity, I brought of up a list of newly generated quests to peruse.
Scrolling through them showed what an influence my recent exploits had on the gaming universe. Apparently, a group of clockwork soldiers fled Ogden’s guildhall and were rampaging through the countryside. Having received a recent upgrade from their manufacturer, they now demanded equal rights and their own home land. Several quest chains had been created around them. You could choose to aid the clockwork soldiers with their plight, or try to stop them.
Another series of quests were generated around stopping the Kraken from destroying cities. The Titan slipped into a nearby ocean and now terrorized the local ports. Would any players be interested in killing this vile beast? Good luck with that.
As for Wally’s Womp, I saw no quests related to it, or any word on the news feeds. The giant Void Titan simply vanished. Hard to do with something that huge. A mystery.
For each of these listings I swiped them aside. I was not interested in any. There was too much other content to enjoy. Making up my mind on what to jump into was frustrating.
A chat request appeared in the corner of my vision. It was from Bishop the Red. I sighed. This guy just did not give up. Still, I was curious and not committed to anything but watching Mudhoof try to drink his avatar into oblivion.
I accepted the request.
Instead of a video feed, it was a text chat. Odd.
Bishop: Hello, Miss Valesh. Are your services currently for hire?
Now this got my interest. I loved the challenge of assisting other players with their quests. Because of the bounty on my head, I had to give that up completely. Not anymore.
Me: Maybe. Whatcha got?
Bishop: A difficult quest chain only a crazy person would attempt. Interested?
Me: Heck, yeah. What’s the split?
Bishop: You keep 100% of all gold and loot found during the quest. I receive the final reward for myself.
This sounded more than reasonable.
Me: I’m in.
Bishop: Perfect! I’ll send you my location and give you the Quest scroll when we meet. With your assistance I believe I can finally finish this quest! Thank you.
He signed off.
I felt reinvigorated. A new quest, and one where I didn’t have to look over my shoulder all the time.
As I stood to leave, Mudhoof looked shocked. “Where ya going?”
“Got a job, Muddie. Someone needs my help.”
“I’ll go with ya,” Mudhoof said and tried to stand. Instead, he fell forward onto the table, shattering it. The minotaur started to snore.
I flicked a gold coin at the barkeep. “Look after him will you?”
Then I went outside.
I was in a newbie zone where new players bumbled about looking to level up as fast as possible. This was a mixed class zone, so there were warriors, and magic users, and thieves, and every other class imaginable.
Glad I didn’t have to start over again, I thought. Then I was struck with the image of Ogden whacking level one rats with a newbie sword and laughed.
I summoned Smoke, and the horse appeared on the road before me. The majestic creature reared up with a dramatic flourish and kicked his front legs.
“Easy boy,” I said and hopped on. “You’ll get a work out soon enough.”
I turned us toward a distant travel gate and kicked at Smoke’s sides. The horse bolted forward and soon we were galloping at full speed.
For the first time in a long while I had a smile plastered on my virtual face. Without Ogden’s interference the game opened itself up to me, again. The sky – or the universe – was limitless.
As we jumped through the gate, I let out an impulsive cheer.
I was back in business.
Shadow Wars
A final battle for the greatest prize of all.
I’m a complete noob when it comes to war.
I’ve never led troops into battle, commanded formations or strategized an attack more complex than a simple dungeon raid.