Mine's a bit long, but since I like to advertise the detail of this game to others, I have gone into a lot of detail.
Fungus (random name, I swear) the Keeper
Female
Skilled Templar (Maceman)
Novice Swimmer
High Willpower
Being a peasant amongst the Keepers was not a spectacular thing. Whilst many of the races see the Keepers as disciplined, chivalrous and fair warriors, the peasants are overlooked by their superiors. Work was hard and taxes were high. Being a woman was even worse. So imagine Fungus’ fathers surprise when she picked up her family heirloom – a rusty steel morningstar – and wandered off into a random direction in the farmland.
Fungus, both her given name and nickname, was not academically intelligent, but she was witty and logical. She always wondered that, if there’s a bandit camp on a major road out of town and none of the produce is getting through, why don’t people get off their backsides and deal with it? After trying to speak for a militia to band together and deal with the bandits to no avail, she decided to deal with it herself. After a fruitless attempt of recruiting any other like-minded people, she packed her rucksack with supplies and ran off.
She had overheard rumors of the bandits being camped deep somewhere in the Swamp of Kindness. She quickly realised the irony in the name. After running in circles and the sun setting, she was forced to turn back in the direction of town. She had reached a small manor in the countryside before being beset by a pack of wolves outside the gates. She had never swung a mace before, but it couldn’t be that different to using a hoe, could it?
After swinging wildly without hitting anything, she leaned back and fell through the gate. She scrambled her feet and closed the door. Safety at last! She said to herself. However, as soon as she entered the courtyard, the place was deserted. Apart from a few foxes scampering around inside, there was no lord, lady, servant or burly bodyguard in sight. Well, no poncy bastards to irritate here I guess, she thought, and slumped down in the bare living quarters to sleep.
DAY 2 - SUNRISE
She awoke at the first beam of sunrise. No time to dawdle, she had to kill these bandits and get back before sundown today. The swamps were not pleasant, but she was bound to her duty. Thus, she was not surprised to see the Nord bandits wandering in the swamps, obviously tired of the deadly winters of their homeland. In a flash of bravery she charged straight at the bandit leader. The two dodged and clashed their weapons until she hit the gigantic man in the arm with a sickening crack and slumped over in pain. She hid behind a tree until the next came and drove the mace into his stomach as he vomited all over the tree. As he bent over he smashed him another three times there until he fell over in a spasm spewing everywhere (I was also trying to eat lunch whilst this happened – SG). She came out behind the tree to find a strangely short blonde woman wielding a huge hammer. Fungus broke her leg and was dispatched quickly afterwards. As the chivalrous Keeper she was, she was not going to let these people live in pain any longer. So she pulled out her dagger and slit all their throats. The vomiting Nord stood up before Fungus and had his leg broken. She stood over his helpless body and slammed the mace onto his neck.
And all before lunch.
Fungus thought that fighting all of these bandits was not worth it without some sort of reward, so instead of running back to father at town she kept going to the bandit camp, knowing it will be abandoned. It would have gone so well if she hadn’t run into some Brook Trolls on the way. Despite jamming her mace into one of their heads several times it still lived! Despite her honorable heritage, she resorted to legging them and running away. In the safety of the trees, she evaluated her wounds. She was bitten and bruised on every one of her body parts, and was a little delirious from blood loss, but nothing very serious.
Fungus reached a river, and spied a fire on the other side. The campsite! She was preparing to wade across when she heard rustles of leaves behind her. Dragon Raptors, great. She waited in a hole behind a tree until they had passed.
At long last she arrived at the bandit camp. As predicted it was uninhabited. However, there was less there than predicted. Apart from some copper coins, a snazzy pair of wool pants and a trail of dismembered Bog Frog corpses, there was nothing. Feeling tired from the days fighting, she slumped over next to the fire and shut her eyes. Hopefully the wildlife is still convinced that there’s more than me here, she thinks.
DAY 3 – EARLY MORNING
Knowing she was in danger here, Fungus slept for a short while before returning, and awoke near midnight. Despite being dark, she could navigate her way back in the direction of home. As the sun rose, she was already outside the abandoned fortress, when she encountered a gigantic Grizzly Bear. Knowing she could not outrun it and proved to be a competent fighter, she stood and fought. This proved to be a bad mistake. The bear latched onto her left leg and shook, tearing it to the bone, bursting open arteries. This was made worse when it latched onto her foot and bit it clean off. It then proceeded to tear the other leg apart. Dizzy and in pain, Fungus tried to haul herself up on a tree, but fell to the ground exhausted. She looked down at the muddy bog she was stuck in before fading out to black.
End results:
DEAD
Kills:
Three Nord bandits
Three Brook Trolls
Yeah, not as good as a result as the rest of the adventurers here, but it was worth a shot. Save link is below.
http://www.megaupload.com/?d=5V6G9TSS
