《The Adventures of the Mask Maker》Wanted
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Taking my quests, I hurried out of the guild. With a leap into the air, I used Roaming the Skies and flew eastwards towards the Crooked Mountains in the East Barrier Mountains. Upon arriving at the Crooked Mountain, I begin to "sense" around for Living Stone. Now Living Stones are originally stones but have been constantly struck or charged by lightning that somewhere along the line, the ordinary stones became Living Stones pulsating with life. After sensing around, I was finally able to find some. However, there were a lot of Living Golems wandering around the Living Stones. Since, I only need to mine one Living Stone, then I should just do a "quick in, quick out" strategy. Once I decided on my plan of action, I began to approach the Golems.
As soon as the majority of the Golems are grouped closely together, I Dragon Leap into the cluster, knocking them back and onto the ground. Before they could get up, I pulled out my Skinning Knife, swiped at a nearby Living Stone, and sliced off a chunk of Living Stone. Then, immediately after, I jumped back into the air and using Roaming the Skies, I flew away. Heading south of the Crooked Mountains, I approach my next destination - Crooked Mountain Castle.
Reports have shown that there are many Storm Elementals and Lightning Wisps wandering the main halls of the ruined castle. The quest entails collecting Lightning Essence, which is basically the Lightning Wisps in its dispersed and raw form. After arriving at the location, I grabbed my Ghost Mask and turned invisible. Wandering into the main hall, I spot a number of Storm Elementals and Lightning Wisps. Taking out a bottle, I began using Essence Manipulation on the nearest Lightning Wisp. The Lightning Wisp struggled for a while before exploding and dispersing into its raw form. The essence is then collected into the bottle. The surrounding Storm Elementals and Lightning Wisps are wary of what had occurred, but because they did not see me, they could only raise their guards and wander about more cautiously. Taking advantage of my invisibility, I continue extracting Lightning Essence until the bottle was filled.
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After I finished, I quickly left the castle. I flew further east towards the Lamia Hive in the Sacred Land of Orcs. When I arrived near the Lamia Hive, I spot a battle occurring. Now, when people hear about a battle at Lamia Hive, they usually think it is between Lamias and Orcs or Lamias with humans. However, what surprised me was that the battle was between a group of Lamias with a group of Ogres. Since when did the Orcs successfully evolved and bred Ogres? This is newsworthy and I need to report this to the guild. While the battle quickly comes to an end, the Lamias lost and they retreated towards their Hive. As they retreated, I took out my Ghost Mask and approached one of them from the side. With a thrust of my hand, I phased its heart out. Using the Hit-and-Run strategy, I ran immediately after killing the Lamia.
Looking at the sky, I realize its almost dark. The sun is quickly descending. I sped up towards the Treacherous Ports for my last two quests. Along the way, Lady Luck came by to say hi. In front of me...blocking my path...is a group of about twenty Highwaymen led by a Highwaymen Lieutenant.
"Hand over all your valuables!" The Lieutenant commanded.
"No." I answered with a snort.
"Then die! Men get him!"
The Highwaymen and the Lieutenant charged towards me. Strange...with just me (one person), do they need to have everyone charge over? It's like they know of my prowess...suspicious. I pulled out my Skinning Knife and met their charge. *SWISH, SWISH, SWISH!* *SWISH!* *SWISH!* After a number of slashes, I killed off everyone except the Lieutenant. For him, I chopped off his weapon arm.
I pointed the knife at him and said, "Speak! Who sent you?"
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The Lieutenant closed his mouth refusing to speak and continued to glare at me. I did not have the patience and so I castrated him.
"AAAAARRRRGGGGHHHHH!!!" The Lieutenant screamed in pain.
"Speak! Or I'll slit you throat!" I venomously voiced.
"Ok, ok, I'll speak. It's this bounty - 500 gold for your death." The crippled cried out as he pulled out a wanted poster. "Will you spare me?"
"No." I said as I took the poster. It did not have my picture, but my name, occupation, and details were on there plus the 500 gold reward for my death...and only my death, "Those damned Pirates!"
"But you said you won't cut my throat!"
"I did." I said as I fired a fireball at the unlucky bastard.
The Highwaymen Lieutenant screamed as he burned to death. I reported my killings to the Treacherous Ports and then headed back to the guild.
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