Nah, I have to force him into writing, meaning nagging him when he calls, meaning I have to listen to his keyboard. So.
Ironhammer checked the old elfs discription. he was a skills merchent with quests. "So..." Ironhammer asked. "What can i do to get good enough to beat corgie22?" "This," said the elf as Iron hammer recived a new quest. The birds of The high trees have been killing our people. Defeat them and you will be glorifed and will likely recive many gifts from the towns folk. Ironhammer accepteed and left.
Interesting BIC Smasher decided to... Wait what was that? Coconuts. He took the lace and velvet belt that his character spawned with and tied it around the tree, and used it as a handle to climd the tree for coconuts. (5 hours later) They were all eating by the campfire and eventually, John of Carter was left to keep watch over the campsite.
Unfortunately, John Carter was found by a wanderer by the name of Soul Kazma. John's throat was slit and Soul returned to the campfire and returned the gold
As Soul woke up Smasher and the others, he told of the things that had just happened. Smasher asked," Soul Kazma, wh..who are you?" Soul replied,"I am a human. A plain healer. However, from my skills I have learned I can change into anything I would like. Be that as it may I can only do this once ever hour. My changing spell has a lengthy cooldown. I am also a very experienced level 100 swordsman." However.... something suspicious happened in the woods that day........ his story continues.
He was in a jungle. It was misty, with a warm white glow, the shimmering of the mid-day sun over the lands spread so far. Something to this gives him a sense of belonging, of homecoming. In a distant, he could barely make out a feminine silhouette amongst the fog so thick. It seemed familiar in a way, pulling him in with voices like bells in the wind. 'Come, hero..' , the whispering voices slowly beckoned him. He felt himself drifting, drifting..
He slowly took out his scimitar in case of another demon, and heard something step on a twig, he threw his scimitar in that direction, and then he heard a scream, and the mist slowly faded away... Then he realized he couldn't see, and his scimitar was melting away for some reason.
'Show yourself demon! Come foreth, and begone with the trickery!' He bellowed. There was a splitting scream, and he felt his head spin. It dawned on him that this beast might be the legendary Wood Sprite, the guardians of the forests, but it was a second too late. He felt the air knocked out of him as he was hit in the chest, sending him flying several yards back. If this was really the Wood Sprites, he thought, he knew he was done for. The forests is their home, and there was no way he was getting out of this alive. He felt a searing pain on his right arm, and looked down in horror. His fine sword has corroded, and the vile liquid is now crawling up his arm. It was Troll Poison, said to vanquish anything in contact. As he looked up in time to see it leap, he felt his heart stop. A fine warrior, with numerous battle scars as evidence of past victories, now reduced to such a helpless state, he could not help but shut his eyes and hope for the best.
After a heated dream involving a naked woman and purple light, he saw that the poison was gone and that the woman he saw in his dream was there, and she also seemed naked, but he couldn't tell from the mist. She was smiling. Smasher then realized that he also was naked, but then realized that that was just a hallucination he would see after surviving Troll Poison... He then noticed the description of her, and she was naked. Then he saw she was friendly, and she had a quest for him...
OOC: lol naked ladies? n I think the 'he' refers to soul, not smasher. BIC: -You have received a new quest. Oceania is under an imminent attack by the dryad race! Travel to Oceania and talk to a potion merchant named Olaf. He shall guide you and provide you with supplies on your task.- Soul realized the battle before was just a test of his ability as a swordsman and healer. He heaved a sigh of relief. Soul checked his cooldown timers. Right, transformation is off cooldown right about... now. Shrugging off the lingering images of the naked fantasies, Soul pictured an eagle in his mind, a fierce aviary with strong wings and sharp claws. Bit by bit, his body contorted and twisted painfully, transforming into a magnificent eagle. He spread his powerful wings, and soared into the blue skies, heading towards the clear blue waters of Oceania.