The Volley The man steps up, his brow furrows as his grip on the bag of gold tightens, and he gazes ahead at a mirror with determination in his eyes. It's taken him time to get to this point, his kingdom was bringing in the gold faster than ever, slaying many ferocious, hideous beasts and beating other (potentially)threatening kingdoms to the ground.. His troops and spies were basking in the riches, brandishing the finest of equipment that was available, enchanted by the Mage for their strength to rise even higher. The aqua and inferno stash glowed, longing to be used, but alas, he had no more use for them. He bought the strongest items, potions, and spells from the marketplace (though the locusts kept attacking his own soldiers.. They didn't appreciate that), and had a substantial stack of mithril ingots nearly burying his alchemist. All won from wars, where he proudly slapped other rulers in their faces with his blade. Ouch. And his banner, oh his banner was one unlike any other (except for the ones that belonged to like, 9 more people.. Shhhh.), it was won in a hunt that happened long ago, and was firmly attached to his favorite wall.. (Who doesn't have a favorite wall?) Now, it was time. Beside him was the potentate of a new kingdom, dazed, lost, and confused, thinking about giving up all hope and abandoning her castle... But that wasn't the reason he brought her here. No, he brought her here for another purpose... (Get your mind out of the gutter.) It was time. Time for the ritual which had been used countless times by the super powers of this world, and the weaklings as well, or "nooblings", as he liked to call them. He stared at what was in front of him, then glanced back at the young ruler before stepping forward, and positioning the bag of gold on an alter by the mirror. His reflection in the glass matched his every move, yet somehow a bit slower, placing the bag in it's hand at nearly the same time. This caused the slightest of smiles to form on his face as he raised another sack, bigger than the last, and the mirror did the same. It would be finished in only a moment. Another, another, and another, the gold weighed heavily on the alter as the King was slinging bag after bag after bag at his reflection with inhuman speed, sweat pouring down his face from the strenuous effort. The coins were flooding, falling, and rolling off, some landing at the feet of the younger monarch.. At this point the mirror began to glow, to rattle and quake whilst the temperature of the area skyrocketed. The Queen was fearful, but she still scooped up the gold from the ground and filled her pockets to the brim, refusing to flee until she had it all. The King eventually ran out of bags to throw. BOOM! Lightning erupted from the sky, blinding him as all the gold on the alter vanished! The wave of heat subsided and the mirror became foggy, making the replica of himself no longer visible. He had done it. It was over... By this point the other ruler had run away with her share, but that didn't matter. She didn't get much, and he was going to drop her off in a ditch later anyways. The King would return to this place in the future, but now he cannot dawdle, for now it is time to go back into the fight, into the fray.. For these are the Kingdoms at War. The End Hope you enjoyed! First time making a post like this. Apologies for any grammatical or code errors (TL;DR: This was a silly idea made into a story, about what happens when you volley up a new player with your alt with the purpose of transferring gold.)