Warwick Rests back after Josh leaves.
"Are you okay Demoko?" Warwick asks with a sense of sadness.
"Yes, I feel fine," Demoko happily responds.
"Do- How... Do you remember what happened?"
Demoko diverts his gaze, "I do not know what you mean, master."
Warwick sighs, and pulls out his phone.
Warwick searches, 'how to feel guilty', and begins to read.
"Are you okay master?" Demoko asks.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just trying to figure something out," Warwick informs, his eyes glued to the screen.
Demoko nods his head, then lays down.
Several minutes later, Warwick slams his phone down on the bedside desk.
"Arrh! This makes no sense!" Warwick yells in anger.
"What happened?" Demoko asks, quickly sitting up.
"Trying to figure out something that's not making any sense," Warwick states with a sigh.
"Can I be of assistance?"
"Not really. I just have to-" Warwick starts to say, as Josh walks in.
"Got it," Josh informs, with the bottle of isopropyl in his hand.
Warwick sits up and takes it, pouring it onto the wound.
Demoko jumps up, covering his muzzle while whimpering with his ears down.
"Ahhhhh! Wh-hat-t's Wr-rong!?" Warwick asks, almost screaming from the burning pain.
"The stench!" Demoko answers, muffled by his paws.
"I got it!" Josh declares, rushing over to open the window and give Demoko a cloth to breathe through from a drawer.
Demoko starts breathing through the cloth, his ears softened but still pinned back.
Warwick tries to rub the alcohol in deeper while clenching his teeth in an attempt not to yell.
"Demoko, is there anything else I can help you with?" Josh asks.
Demoko shakes his head 'no', as he continues to breathe through the cloth.
"Demoko... W-would yo-you want me to 'return' you until it dissipates? Because I'm about to apply more." Warwick asks, still clenching his teeth.
Demoko nods.
"Return!" Warwick commands, as Demoko disappears, cloth and all.
"So, how are you able to heal so fast?" Josh asks, seemingly disappointed.
"A Rest skill I learned from Mabinogi," Warwick informs, before putting more alcohol into the wound and screaming through his teeth.
"That's the game you're always playing. So it's real?" Josh asks.
Warwick holds his finger up, shaking from the pain.
Warwick ties the shirt back around the wound, then takes a moment to gather himself.
"Not really. None of the characters are actually real, but it's real from the viewpoint of going in. I think Demoko is real because he's bound to me, but that's not actually certain. I think I hope he's real," Warwick informs, pondering the words he's saying to see if he actually believes them, "I wonder how true that is. As far as I know, if the character's get deleted they're just gone; if their backgrounds are rewritten, they become changed. They are as permanent as Nexon decides them to be."
"That's dark. So, you've talked to them as people but don't see them as real?"
"Part of me always saw them as real. They were always there when life sucked. When it comes to strategy, they ultimately are lines of code."
"That's probably why 'strategy' isn't working there," Josh states with a chuckle.
"What do you mean? Why is this funny?" Warwick asks, confused by the whole statement.
"I assume you're treating everything like it's just a machine. Expecting the NPCs to follow ai algorithms, and for your actions not to change anything in the grand scheme of things. I assume you got banned because the 'game' wasn't functioning properly from a serverside point of view. You likely reacted with one of the emotions that you regularly feel and acted rashly at the last minute when things started to fall apart. Am I close?"
Warwick just stares for a moment.
"How?" Warwick asks, generally concerned by the accuracy.
"I started college trying to get a psych degree and watch a lot of serial killer movies. While you're not exactly like the serial killers, you're close enough. How do you think I was able to get you to open up within a week?"
"Have you just been treating me like a potential serial killer this entire time?" Warwick asks, starting to get angry.
"Would the answer change how you thought? But no, psychology just gives insight. I also don't have the same issues with understanding people that you have, so a few hints can make the difference. If it worked all the time, we wouldn't get into so many arguments,"
"Am I that obvious?" Warwick asks.
"I mean, you're not as easy as Sheldon Cooper, but you're easy enough for anyone that has taken a basic psychology class."
Warwick lays back in disappointment.
"Any suggestions, oh wise psychologist?" Warwick mockingly asks.
"One. Try treating anyone that appears real as if they are real?"
"And what is real?" Warwick continues to mock.
"Psychology, not philosophy. You don't have to listen to my advice, it may not even be accurate. It's just my two cents."
"I think it cleared up enough. Summon Demoko!"
Demoko reappears his ears relaxing as he removes the cloth from his face.
"Can you breathe now, Demoko?" Josh asks.
Demoko nods, placing the cloth on the desk.
Warwick goes back to Resting on his side of the bed, "It's almost better, We have our last class in about 15 minutes,"
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Wednesday, August 28, 2019
Episode 21: Out Of The Closet, And Into Regret
Warwick's roommate walks in and just stares seeing Warwick's wound and the monster behind him.
Warwick quickly gets up, "I will literally give you ten pure gold coins if you keep your mouth shut," he states, pulling ten gold out of his pocket.
Demoko turns, not sure what's about to happen.
"Is that a werewolf?"
"Kind of, yes," Warwick replies cautiously, as Ester sneaks behind him to shut the door.
Demoko sits up, "Please do not be scared. I will not hurt you."
"Can I hug it?" the roommate asks cautiously.
"What?" Warwick and Demoko ask in unison, as Warwick follows up with a "Why?"
The roommate turns, and scratches his head, "For reasons. And, why am I on trial! You're the one who brought a werewolf into the dorms! Honestly, I should report you..." he continues defensively.
Warwick, Demoko, and Ester just look at each other with confusion and concern.
"Okay, first I need to know why? Because this is a weird, unpredictable response," Warwick states.
"I'm a f..." He mumbles in a way that can barely be understood, as his face starts turning red.
"You will have to speak louder if you want me to hear you."
"I'M A FURRY ALL RIGHT! He looks soft and cuddly, and this isn't an opportunity that happens every day! All right!" He blurts out, his face bright red.
"A what?" Warwick asks in confusion.
"I think I've seen them on CSI. They dress in animal costumes and-" Ester start's explaining before the roommate cuts her off.
"NO! Th-that's a mis-portrayal. We're j-just fans of anthropomorphic characters. Like the Disney adaptation of Robin Hood. Our fandom gets a bad rep for what a few of us do. Any group has bad people in it, you can't judge the whole by the few!" He frantically tries to explain.
"Anthronomic-what now? Explain with English." Warwick asks, trying to solve the puzzle.
The roommate pulls out his phone, and shows a picture of a blue raccoon with yellow stripes, and stars on his cheeks, "This is me."
"So, furries are people who think they are blue raccoons? Why?" Warwick asks.
Throughout the conversation, Demoko is just looking back and forth between people trying to understand this seemingly confusing topic.
"So, you find the werewolf attractive?" Ester asks.
"Not like that! I... I kind of see him like you would see a stuffed animal, but a person..."
Warwick looking through his phone, states, "So you want to cuddle anything that is an animal with human characteristics? I don't see the point, but I think I understand the what."
"That pretty much sums it up, yes."
Warwick sees something on his phone and smirks, "So, does your family know?" Warwick asks smugly.
"They can't! They would disown me and stop paying my tuition!" The roommate states quickly, as he looks truly terrified.
Warwick gets a flashback to Demoko's look of pain at the town square, then shakes it off.
"Well, you see. We can't have anyone finding out about Demoko- the werewolf here if you catch my drift."
"I do not catch your 'drift'" Demoko concernedly states.
Warwick sighs, "It's a threat to ensure your safety. Don't worry about it."
The roommate gulps, "You're secret is safe with me. C-can I hug him?"
"Don't ask me, ask him." Warwick states.
The roommate walks up to Demoko, his face looking like it might smear red on anything it touches, "Can I hug you?"
"Yes?" Demoko responds, still concerned and under the influence.
Warwick starts patting himself down, "Ester, did you see an oil lamp around here?"
"You had one when you were at the bottom of the stairs, but it wasn't with you when you found out you were banned."
Warwick looks down, with his eyes a bit glossed over once he hears the word "banned."
"If either of you sees it, get it to me... Don't rub it, and if a lady comes out of it give her no information. Just bring it to me..." Warwick slowly states, having a hard time dealing with the loss.
"I'll let you know if I do," Ester states.
"Are hugs normally this long?" Demoko asks, his ears lowered.
"Okay, Josh, back it off," Warwick states, as the roommate stops and steps back.
"My bad... You know, if you need more room to rest from your wound, he could always split my bed instead..."
"Yeah... I'm not trusting you right now... I'm going to go find that CSI reference," Warwick states, pulling out his phone.
"WAIT! Type in DifFurEntly in youtube instead," Josh blurts out.
"Okay..." Warwick searches them and finds the Easter Fools episode.
About three in a half minutes in, "What the hell am I watching?" Warwick asks in concern.
"I think those are eggs?" Ester asks.
"Yes, we're weird! But this is a better representation than the stupid CSI episode!" Josh informs defensively.
"Is he passing eggs like gall stones? I don't get it. Why is the peep the devil?" Warwick asks.
A couple minutes in later, "Is this entertaining?" Warwick asks.
"Yeah... We're weird, but we're nice!" Josh states, continuing to defend himself.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean!" Warwick yells standing up.
"I didn't mean anything by it! I'm sorry..." Josh informs, stepping back and tripping into a sitting position on his bed.
Ester steps back as well, as Demoko looks away.
"I've never seen you even show a sign of anger before Warwick, what's wrong?" Ester asks.
"Nothing. A mistake in strategy. Possibly regret, I don't know how this stuff works. I'm autistic, these emotion things are hard for me to comprehend," Warwick tries to explain, before getting defensive.
"Sounds like a copout," Josh states.
"What did you say!" Warwick angerly states at Josh.
"It sounds like you did something you regret and have too much pride to admit you messed up. I'm not saying you're not having a hard time recognizing the emotions, but the fact that you think it could be regret suggests you know full and well what you did wrong," Josh states, as Warwick angerly clenches his fists.
Warwick sighs, and sits down, "You're right, I can't fix it, and it may not have even worked..."
"I do not hold it against you master, you did what you thought was right," Demoko informs.
"Aww, he's so cute!" Josh states in response.
"Well, I need to get back to studying. Not all of us have it so easy," Ester states, before carefully leaving the room.
"So, how do you plan to cover up that wound?" Josh asks.
"I have a Rest skill now, I can heal a lot faster by resting."
"Yeah, it looks like it's a few days old. I'd make sure to get some antibiotic on it."
"If I had some, I would," Warwick states with a sigh, "Honestly, I completely forgot about the possibility of infection. Will you go get me a bottle of rubbing alcohol for a gold coin?"
"Sure," Josh answeres. Warwick hands him a gold, and Josh leaves the room.
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Warwick quickly gets up, "I will literally give you ten pure gold coins if you keep your mouth shut," he states, pulling ten gold out of his pocket.
Demoko turns, not sure what's about to happen.
"Is that a werewolf?"
"Kind of, yes," Warwick replies cautiously, as Ester sneaks behind him to shut the door.
Demoko sits up, "Please do not be scared. I will not hurt you."
"Can I hug it?" the roommate asks cautiously.
"What?" Warwick and Demoko ask in unison, as Warwick follows up with a "Why?"
The roommate turns, and scratches his head, "For reasons. And, why am I on trial! You're the one who brought a werewolf into the dorms! Honestly, I should report you..." he continues defensively.
Warwick, Demoko, and Ester just look at each other with confusion and concern.
"Okay, first I need to know why? Because this is a weird, unpredictable response," Warwick states.
"I'm a f..." He mumbles in a way that can barely be understood, as his face starts turning red.
"You will have to speak louder if you want me to hear you."
"I'M A FURRY ALL RIGHT! He looks soft and cuddly, and this isn't an opportunity that happens every day! All right!" He blurts out, his face bright red.
"A what?" Warwick asks in confusion.
"I think I've seen them on CSI. They dress in animal costumes and-" Ester start's explaining before the roommate cuts her off.
"NO! Th-that's a mis-portrayal. We're j-just fans of anthropomorphic characters. Like the Disney adaptation of Robin Hood. Our fandom gets a bad rep for what a few of us do. Any group has bad people in it, you can't judge the whole by the few!" He frantically tries to explain.
"Anthronomic-what now? Explain with English." Warwick asks, trying to solve the puzzle.
The roommate pulls out his phone, and shows a picture of a blue raccoon with yellow stripes, and stars on his cheeks, "This is me."
"So, furries are people who think they are blue raccoons? Why?" Warwick asks.
Throughout the conversation, Demoko is just looking back and forth between people trying to understand this seemingly confusing topic.
"So, you find the werewolf attractive?" Ester asks.
"Not like that! I... I kind of see him like you would see a stuffed animal, but a person..."
Warwick looking through his phone, states, "So you want to cuddle anything that is an animal with human characteristics? I don't see the point, but I think I understand the what."
"That pretty much sums it up, yes."
Warwick sees something on his phone and smirks, "So, does your family know?" Warwick asks smugly.
"They can't! They would disown me and stop paying my tuition!" The roommate states quickly, as he looks truly terrified.
Warwick gets a flashback to Demoko's look of pain at the town square, then shakes it off.
"Well, you see. We can't have anyone finding out about Demoko- the werewolf here if you catch my drift."
"I do not catch your 'drift'" Demoko concernedly states.
Warwick sighs, "It's a threat to ensure your safety. Don't worry about it."
The roommate gulps, "You're secret is safe with me. C-can I hug him?"
"Don't ask me, ask him." Warwick states.
The roommate walks up to Demoko, his face looking like it might smear red on anything it touches, "Can I hug you?"
"Yes?" Demoko responds, still concerned and under the influence.
Warwick starts patting himself down, "Ester, did you see an oil lamp around here?"
"You had one when you were at the bottom of the stairs, but it wasn't with you when you found out you were banned."
Warwick looks down, with his eyes a bit glossed over once he hears the word "banned."
"If either of you sees it, get it to me... Don't rub it, and if a lady comes out of it give her no information. Just bring it to me..." Warwick slowly states, having a hard time dealing with the loss.
"I'll let you know if I do," Ester states.
"Are hugs normally this long?" Demoko asks, his ears lowered.
"Okay, Josh, back it off," Warwick states, as the roommate stops and steps back.
"My bad... You know, if you need more room to rest from your wound, he could always split my bed instead..."
"Yeah... I'm not trusting you right now... I'm going to go find that CSI reference," Warwick states, pulling out his phone.
"WAIT! Type in DifFurEntly in youtube instead," Josh blurts out.
"Okay..." Warwick searches them and finds the Easter Fools episode.
About three in a half minutes in, "What the hell am I watching?" Warwick asks in concern.
"I think those are eggs?" Ester asks.
"Yes, we're weird! But this is a better representation than the stupid CSI episode!" Josh informs defensively.
"Is he passing eggs like gall stones? I don't get it. Why is the peep the devil?" Warwick asks.
A couple minutes in later, "Is this entertaining?" Warwick asks.
"Yeah... We're weird, but we're nice!" Josh states, continuing to defend himself.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean!" Warwick yells standing up.
"I didn't mean anything by it! I'm sorry..." Josh informs, stepping back and tripping into a sitting position on his bed.
Ester steps back as well, as Demoko looks away.
"I've never seen you even show a sign of anger before Warwick, what's wrong?" Ester asks.
"Nothing. A mistake in strategy. Possibly regret, I don't know how this stuff works. I'm autistic, these emotion things are hard for me to comprehend," Warwick tries to explain, before getting defensive.
"Sounds like a copout," Josh states.
"What did you say!" Warwick angerly states at Josh.
"It sounds like you did something you regret and have too much pride to admit you messed up. I'm not saying you're not having a hard time recognizing the emotions, but the fact that you think it could be regret suggests you know full and well what you did wrong," Josh states, as Warwick angerly clenches his fists.
Warwick sighs, and sits down, "You're right, I can't fix it, and it may not have even worked..."
"I do not hold it against you master, you did what you thought was right," Demoko informs.
"Aww, he's so cute!" Josh states in response.
"Well, I need to get back to studying. Not all of us have it so easy," Ester states, before carefully leaving the room.
"So, how do you plan to cover up that wound?" Josh asks.
"I have a Rest skill now, I can heal a lot faster by resting."
"Yeah, it looks like it's a few days old. I'd make sure to get some antibiotic on it."
"If I had some, I would," Warwick states with a sigh, "Honestly, I completely forgot about the possibility of infection. Will you go get me a bottle of rubbing alcohol for a gold coin?"
"Sure," Josh answeres. Warwick hands him a gold, and Josh leaves the room.
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Tuesday, August 27, 2019
Episode 20: Data Loss
As Warwick catches his breath, Macha shows up practically forcing the lamp into his hands.
"Get me out of here now!" Macha frantically yells at him.
"What the hell. Can't you see I'm trying to figure out how to feel guilt right now!"
"No time! Something called an emergency server maintenance is going to end the world in five minutes!"
Warwick spends a moment processing, as the shock grows over his face.
"Demoko come here right now! That's an order!" Warwick yells, before looking back at Macha, "Now give me one good reason to take you with me!"
"I'll give you two more worlds, and won't try to kill you. You can pick them at your leisure."
"Deal!"
They shake, as Demoko gets to him, his eyes look glossed out.
Warwick grabs Demoko, as Macha returns into the lamp, and everything flashes white.
Back at the dorm, Demoko comes to.
"What happ-" Demoko starts to ask, as he starts tripping down the stairs before Warwick catches him and they both tumble down.
"Is everything okay? I'm coming to help!" Someone up the stairs yells as steps can be heard coming closer.
Warwick almost prays, whispering: "please work," before yelling "Return!"
Demoko disappears, as the person sees Warwick laying at the bottom of the stairs.
"Here," the girl from class says, offering a hand to lift him up.
Warwick grabs it, almost with the hand holding the lamp before correcting himself, and she pulls him up.
"Thank you, I'm fine now."
"You're not fine, your arm has gashes like claw marks in it. You need medical attention!" She says, grabbing her phone.
He quickly grabs it.
"Please keep this a secret. I could get in big trouble."
"Okay, at least let me help you into your room."
"That's fine."
She walks him up the stairs and notices his sickle and gathering knife.
"We're not allowed weapons. How did you even get those?" She whispers.
"I'll show you once we're in my room. Otherwise, you won't believe it."
She nods, as he rushes to his computer after getting in.
"BANNED!!!" He yells, falling to his knees.
"Is that the game you play?" She asks, before noticing him crying, "Come on now, it's just a game."
His eyes are moving frantically, as he isn't sure what to even do.
"Seriously, come on. You're hurt!"
In anger, he pulls up the gathering knife article on the Mabinogi wiki, then slams the knife onto the desk.
"That's the same knife. While the color is off, it's the exact same knife. Did you go into the game?"
"Bingo, and I was going to get tons of rare items and gold from my character... I've been playing over ten years, and it's all gone. All the event items, all the money and gems, all my pets and partners, it's all gone."
He turns and grabs an old t-shirt.
"Help me tie this tight," He asks her.
Together they are able to close the would and stop the major bleeding.
"I think I'm in deadly status. Can you shut the door, then promise me you won't scream?"
"Why would I scream?" She asks, closing the door.
"Because effectively a werewolf is going to show up in a second. He's a friend, and a bit drugged, and I don't want to risk losing him."
"Well, the day couldn't get crazier, so I guess."
Warwick stands, facing slightly away from the bed, and yells as quietly as he can, "Summon Demoko!"
Demoko shows up, falling onto the bed on his back.
She gasps, before covering her mouth.
"This keeps happening... Master! Are you hurt!"
"Careful. I don't think I can come back if I die right now, and another scratch will probably kill me."
Demoko freezes in worry.
"Is he real?" She asks.
"Yeah, he's a good friend. He must of accidentally scratched me when we fell."
"I am really sorry master."
"It's okay, you've done nothing wrong. If you could roll to one side with your claws facing the wall though, that would be great."
Demoko rolls over, as Warwick lays down and begins to Rest on the bed.
"Are you sure you're going to be okay?"
"Yes, this is actually a very powerful skill to help with natural healing."
She observes as the wound slowly starts to heal.
"That's impressive."
"Thanks. Can I ask a question without you getting mad?"
"Sure, it's hard to make me mad."
"What is your name?"
"What do you mean what is my name! We've been sitting in class next to each other for 13 weeks!" She yells angerly.
"I'm bad with names! Go easy on me! It's not like we've even hung out together!" Warwick yells back.
"I ask you how you are in every class!"
"I have four cousins I grew up with, and only know the names of three fo them."
She stops for a moment.
"It's Ester. Do you want me to write it down?" She asks, in an awkward calmness.
"I can learn a new name in a day if I try, but that would be nice."
The door opens as they're talking.
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"Get me out of here now!" Macha frantically yells at him.
"What the hell. Can't you see I'm trying to figure out how to feel guilt right now!"
"No time! Something called an emergency server maintenance is going to end the world in five minutes!"
Warwick spends a moment processing, as the shock grows over his face.
"Demoko come here right now! That's an order!" Warwick yells, before looking back at Macha, "Now give me one good reason to take you with me!"
"I'll give you two more worlds, and won't try to kill you. You can pick them at your leisure."
"Deal!"
They shake, as Demoko gets to him, his eyes look glossed out.
Warwick grabs Demoko, as Macha returns into the lamp, and everything flashes white.
Back at the dorm, Demoko comes to.
"What happ-" Demoko starts to ask, as he starts tripping down the stairs before Warwick catches him and they both tumble down.
"Is everything okay? I'm coming to help!" Someone up the stairs yells as steps can be heard coming closer.
Warwick almost prays, whispering: "please work," before yelling "Return!"
Demoko disappears, as the person sees Warwick laying at the bottom of the stairs.
"Here," the girl from class says, offering a hand to lift him up.
Warwick grabs it, almost with the hand holding the lamp before correcting himself, and she pulls him up.
"Thank you, I'm fine now."
"You're not fine, your arm has gashes like claw marks in it. You need medical attention!" She says, grabbing her phone.
He quickly grabs it.
"Please keep this a secret. I could get in big trouble."
"Okay, at least let me help you into your room."
"That's fine."
She walks him up the stairs and notices his sickle and gathering knife.
"We're not allowed weapons. How did you even get those?" She whispers.
"I'll show you once we're in my room. Otherwise, you won't believe it."
She nods, as he rushes to his computer after getting in.
"BANNED!!!" He yells, falling to his knees.
"Is that the game you play?" She asks, before noticing him crying, "Come on now, it's just a game."
His eyes are moving frantically, as he isn't sure what to even do.
"Seriously, come on. You're hurt!"
In anger, he pulls up the gathering knife article on the Mabinogi wiki, then slams the knife onto the desk.
"That's the same knife. While the color is off, it's the exact same knife. Did you go into the game?"
"Bingo, and I was going to get tons of rare items and gold from my character... I've been playing over ten years, and it's all gone. All the event items, all the money and gems, all my pets and partners, it's all gone."
He turns and grabs an old t-shirt.
"Help me tie this tight," He asks her.
Together they are able to close the would and stop the major bleeding.
"I think I'm in deadly status. Can you shut the door, then promise me you won't scream?"
"Why would I scream?" She asks, closing the door.
"Because effectively a werewolf is going to show up in a second. He's a friend, and a bit drugged, and I don't want to risk losing him."
"Well, the day couldn't get crazier, so I guess."
Warwick stands, facing slightly away from the bed, and yells as quietly as he can, "Summon Demoko!"
Demoko shows up, falling onto the bed on his back.
She gasps, before covering her mouth.
"This keeps happening... Master! Are you hurt!"
"Careful. I don't think I can come back if I die right now, and another scratch will probably kill me."
Demoko freezes in worry.
"Is he real?" She asks.
"Yeah, he's a good friend. He must of accidentally scratched me when we fell."
"I am really sorry master."
"It's okay, you've done nothing wrong. If you could roll to one side with your claws facing the wall though, that would be great."
Demoko rolls over, as Warwick lays down and begins to Rest on the bed.
"Are you sure you're going to be okay?"
"Yes, this is actually a very powerful skill to help with natural healing."
She observes as the wound slowly starts to heal.
"That's impressive."
"Thanks. Can I ask a question without you getting mad?"
"Sure, it's hard to make me mad."
"What is your name?"
"What do you mean what is my name! We've been sitting in class next to each other for 13 weeks!" She yells angerly.
"I'm bad with names! Go easy on me! It's not like we've even hung out together!" Warwick yells back.
"I ask you how you are in every class!"
"I have four cousins I grew up with, and only know the names of three fo them."
She stops for a moment.
"It's Ester. Do you want me to write it down?" She asks, in an awkward calmness.
"I can learn a new name in a day if I try, but that would be nice."
The door opens as they're talking.
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Episode 19: Karmas All Around
After about a half-hour of waiting, Warwick starts making shooting actions at the ceiling while going "Pew," after every shot.
A few minutes after, the door slams open.
"Get out! Now" Piaras yells, barging in.
Warwick gets up and grabs his knife and sickle.
"I'm done with you Piaras. Go back to your job, or face your death," Warwick threatens, unusually calm, with a hint of nervousness.
"You think I can't take you?" Piaras asks with a chuckle.
"Oh, I know you can, but not before I get a few hits in. Then I'll die, and then I'll attack again. This will be repeated until you die. Now, leave, and go fetch me some paper while you're out." Warwick informs, with a stair that you'd expect from a corpse... Or a college student that just spent the night studying for finals.
Piaras steps back, "You couldn't handle the pain."
"Normally you'd be right. Right now, I don't have a lot of options so I'm kind of cornered," Warwick steps forward, almost dragging himself, "As cliche as this is, I have someone to protect, and stuff to do," Warwick states continuously stepping forward.
Piaras continues moving back, till he almost falls down the stairs.
"Alright! Stay! Just don't forget to pay!" Piaras submittingly states before rushing down the stairs.
"I probably will," Warwick despairingly states, dragging himself back into the room before closing the door.
"You still asleep?" Warwick asks Demoko, who is still asleep on the floor, snuggled into the blankets.
Warwick sighs, "Take your time," as he puts the sickle and knife back onto the table.
About an hour passes by, and there's another knock on the door, just gentler.
"Warwick? Are you in there?" A voice on the other side asks.
"Come in."
Nora walks in and sees the two of them laying on the floor.
"There is a bed right there," Nora informs, pointing to the bed that's been stripped of all accessories.
"Yeah, I couldn't lift him, and it's easier to keep a watch on him like this. Are you feeling better?"
"I am. Although, it looks like we may be moving soon. Piaras is packing up our things."
Warwick gets up and slips the knife and sickle into his belt loops.
"Do not kill him! He is afraid."
"I wasn't going to kill him, I just wanted to let him know you're staying."
"B-but I can not stay. Where would I live?"
"Here. You can send out an owl looking to give something you make for 1,000 gold."
"1,000 GOLD!? That is a ton!" Nora exclaims in surprise, "besides, I am not good at making anything."
"I can show you how to make a few things. Get some paper from Malcolm, and I'll teach you something called origami."
"That sounds interesting, I will see if I have money to buy some."
"You don't need money. Malcolm would give them to you freely. Plus you could always give him some of the profit."
"He never just gives things away, why would I be any different?"
"Because... He's in love with you..." Warwick says with a sigh.
Nora's face turns red, as she looks away.
"B-b-b- H-how- Why would you know even if he did? You've never talked to him."
"Because- Just trust me on this. If you ask, and he gives them to you, you'll know."
Nora gulps, "Fine, I will ask him. When he asks for payment, you have to supply. Got it?" Nora asks, puffed up with embarrassment and a bit of rage.
"Deal-" But before Warwick could finish the word, she was gone.
Warwick goes back to resting and waits.
About an hour later, Demoko starts waking up.
Warwick rushes over to him, "Demoko! Are you okay!?" he asks worriedly.
Demoko sits up, rubbing his head, "Uhh... I think so... My head hurts and my memory is a bit clouded. How did we get back here?"
"Dilys gave you a potion to help with the pain. I brought you back here with the command method I used before. Can I get you some food?"
"I am... am not sure I could keep it down right now," Demoko states, covering his muzzle.
"Can we at least get you onto the bed before you rest more?"
"No, I should be okay," Demoko tries to stand up but keeps stumbling.
Warwick rushes to his side, prepared to catch him if he falls.
"I want to see the town that accepts me now. Can we?" Demoko asks with his ears perked up, still stumbling.
"Of course. Though there is still someone that doesn't approve. But I heard he's leaving soon. Let me help you down the stairs."
"Thank you, master. I am having a bit of trouble walking."
It takes a few minutes for Warwick to help Demoko down the stairs.
Once down, Demoko is able to catch his footing, and they step outside.
They see Piaras dragging Nora by the arm like a parent making their misbehaving child leave.
Warwick quickly runs to them, stabbing Piaras in the back with his knife.
Piaras yells in pain, as he turns around, letting go of Nora and grabbing his knife.
"I suggest you choose your next action very carefully," Warwick warns, as Nora hides behind Demoko.
"He looks drunk, what could he possibly do."
"I don't think he's your only issue," says Ranald approaching from the other way with Malcolm.
Demoko is looking around, clearly having a hard time figuring out what's going on.
"Huh. Looks like this is checkmate Piaras," Warwick states smugly.
"Don't think you're off the hook so easily, Warwick. I'll deal with you after this!" Ranald responds.
Warwick gulps and gives a look like he just died.
Malcolm runs over to Nora and grabs her hands gently, "You're okay? He didn't hurt you, did he?"
Nora blushes, "N-no I am fine. He is my uncle, he's not going to hurt me like that."
"I'm... going to... go get Dilys..." Warwick states slowly, before running off.
Warwick takes a breather at the town square.
"I'm in trouble..." Warwick states to himself between breaths.
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A few minutes after, the door slams open.
"Get out! Now" Piaras yells, barging in.
Warwick gets up and grabs his knife and sickle.
"I'm done with you Piaras. Go back to your job, or face your death," Warwick threatens, unusually calm, with a hint of nervousness.
"You think I can't take you?" Piaras asks with a chuckle.
"Oh, I know you can, but not before I get a few hits in. Then I'll die, and then I'll attack again. This will be repeated until you die. Now, leave, and go fetch me some paper while you're out." Warwick informs, with a stair that you'd expect from a corpse... Or a college student that just spent the night studying for finals.
Piaras steps back, "You couldn't handle the pain."
"Normally you'd be right. Right now, I don't have a lot of options so I'm kind of cornered," Warwick steps forward, almost dragging himself, "As cliche as this is, I have someone to protect, and stuff to do," Warwick states continuously stepping forward.
Piaras continues moving back, till he almost falls down the stairs.
"Alright! Stay! Just don't forget to pay!" Piaras submittingly states before rushing down the stairs.
"I probably will," Warwick despairingly states, dragging himself back into the room before closing the door.
"You still asleep?" Warwick asks Demoko, who is still asleep on the floor, snuggled into the blankets.
Warwick sighs, "Take your time," as he puts the sickle and knife back onto the table.
About an hour passes by, and there's another knock on the door, just gentler.
"Warwick? Are you in there?" A voice on the other side asks.
"Come in."
Nora walks in and sees the two of them laying on the floor.
"There is a bed right there," Nora informs, pointing to the bed that's been stripped of all accessories.
"Yeah, I couldn't lift him, and it's easier to keep a watch on him like this. Are you feeling better?"
"I am. Although, it looks like we may be moving soon. Piaras is packing up our things."
Warwick gets up and slips the knife and sickle into his belt loops.
"Do not kill him! He is afraid."
"I wasn't going to kill him, I just wanted to let him know you're staying."
"B-but I can not stay. Where would I live?"
"Here. You can send out an owl looking to give something you make for 1,000 gold."
"1,000 GOLD!? That is a ton!" Nora exclaims in surprise, "besides, I am not good at making anything."
"I can show you how to make a few things. Get some paper from Malcolm, and I'll teach you something called origami."
"That sounds interesting, I will see if I have money to buy some."
"You don't need money. Malcolm would give them to you freely. Plus you could always give him some of the profit."
"He never just gives things away, why would I be any different?"
"Because... He's in love with you..." Warwick says with a sigh.
Nora's face turns red, as she looks away.
"B-b-b- H-how- Why would you know even if he did? You've never talked to him."
"Because- Just trust me on this. If you ask, and he gives them to you, you'll know."
Nora gulps, "Fine, I will ask him. When he asks for payment, you have to supply. Got it?" Nora asks, puffed up with embarrassment and a bit of rage.
"Deal-" But before Warwick could finish the word, she was gone.
Warwick goes back to resting and waits.
About an hour later, Demoko starts waking up.
Warwick rushes over to him, "Demoko! Are you okay!?" he asks worriedly.
Demoko sits up, rubbing his head, "Uhh... I think so... My head hurts and my memory is a bit clouded. How did we get back here?"
"Dilys gave you a potion to help with the pain. I brought you back here with the command method I used before. Can I get you some food?"
"I am... am not sure I could keep it down right now," Demoko states, covering his muzzle.
"Can we at least get you onto the bed before you rest more?"
"No, I should be okay," Demoko tries to stand up but keeps stumbling.
Warwick rushes to his side, prepared to catch him if he falls.
"I want to see the town that accepts me now. Can we?" Demoko asks with his ears perked up, still stumbling.
"Of course. Though there is still someone that doesn't approve. But I heard he's leaving soon. Let me help you down the stairs."
"Thank you, master. I am having a bit of trouble walking."
It takes a few minutes for Warwick to help Demoko down the stairs.
Once down, Demoko is able to catch his footing, and they step outside.
They see Piaras dragging Nora by the arm like a parent making their misbehaving child leave.
Warwick quickly runs to them, stabbing Piaras in the back with his knife.
Piaras yells in pain, as he turns around, letting go of Nora and grabbing his knife.
"I suggest you choose your next action very carefully," Warwick warns, as Nora hides behind Demoko.
"He looks drunk, what could he possibly do."
"I don't think he's your only issue," says Ranald approaching from the other way with Malcolm.
Demoko is looking around, clearly having a hard time figuring out what's going on.
"Huh. Looks like this is checkmate Piaras," Warwick states smugly.
"Don't think you're off the hook so easily, Warwick. I'll deal with you after this!" Ranald responds.
Warwick gulps and gives a look like he just died.
Malcolm runs over to Nora and grabs her hands gently, "You're okay? He didn't hurt you, did he?"
Nora blushes, "N-no I am fine. He is my uncle, he's not going to hurt me like that."
"I'm... going to... go get Dilys..." Warwick states slowly, before running off.
Warwick takes a breather at the town square.
"I'm in trouble..." Warwick states to himself between breaths.
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Monday, August 26, 2019
Episode 18: Political Aftermath
Warwick runs his fingers through his hair and squeezes as he tries to figure out what to do next.
Trefor comes over, "Is he okay?"
"He's physically fine. Unfortunately, I can't say much about his mind," Dilys informs, as Warwick averts his gaze from the two.
"How long will the potion last?" Warwick asks.
"It has different parts. It will keep him asleep for about a half-hour. After that, you can wake him up to do whatever it is you need him to do," Dilys informs judgingly.
"I think I'm going to spend the day making sure he's okay."
"Didn't you promise to help Endelyon today?" Trefor asks.
"I'm starting to understand things don't always turn out as planned. I think she'll understand. He needs me more,"
"Or do you need him more?" Piaras asks, walking into the town square, "You can't do much on your own, and he is a tool that gives you the power you seek. Am I close?"
"You shut the hell up!" Warwick yells, standing to his feet, "You wanted him gone from the start!"
"That's because I thought he was the evil one. I have since grown wise."
Warwick's clenches his fists as anger rises in him.
"Your weapon is asleep, and no one is really ready to give you a hand right now. What are you going to do?"
Warwick's anger continues to spike, until he stops, then calms down with a smirk.
"I'm going to let him rest. I'm going to check on Nora after you hurt her by telling her accepting Demoko is the same kind of behavior that got her dad killed. Then I'm going to buy some paper, and return to my room and await Demoko waking up."
Many in the town gasps, as Piaras starts getting angry.
"Don't try to make me the bad guy when you just sentenced your pet to torture!" Piaras yells as the town turns towards Warwick.
"Oh, please. This is all because of people like you! Racist, holyer-than-thou, people that would never accept him unless something drastic happened! Monthly mass murders aren't enough to stop it in my world, so if I found a way to solve the problem without a single death, I should be called a saint! Yet, still. There are people like you who probably still would rather him be dead than asleep!" Warwick yells back, some of the townsfolk now looking at Piaras, but most either averting their gaze or leaving the scene.
"You're right. Fomors should be dealt with. I think it's better we deal with the bigger monster first."
Trefor grabs Piaras by the collar, as Piaras tries to pull Trefor's hands away.
"What are you doing! You hate fomors more than I do!" Piaras yells.
"That was before I met one willing to get hurt to be accepted. I don't know about other fomors out there, but this one is different." Trefor explains, lifting Piaras higher.
"Return!" Warwick yells as Demoko disappears.
Warwick proceeds towards the graveyard, "Don't worry, he's okay. Trefor, I'm going to let you handle this."
"Do not return to the inn!" Piaras yells towards Warwick.
"Your weapon is inaccessible, and no one in the town is really ready to help you right now. What are you going to do?" Trefor mockingly responds to Piaras.
They continue to fight, as Warwick sees the general shop keeper talking with Nora.
She's laughing and seems cheered up.
Warwick sighs, and sneaks around the other way to the inn.
Once in his room, Warwick yells "Summon Demoko!" and Demoko appears on the floor.
Warwick sighs, "Another thing out of plan..."
Warwick attempts to lift Demoko into the bed, but after being unable to, he moves the pillows to prop him up and covers him in the blanket.
Warwick Rests, "I seriously need a better plan. I'm running out of leniency in this town. If he's okay, he can probably be player two. I'll just end my deal, and pay him off. Ten coins of pure gold should do the trick. Man, why does life have to suck so bad!!!" Warwick mumbles to himself, ending in a yell and laying back.
Warwick sighs again, "At least Demoko still has my back. I wonder if this is part of the djinn's plan? Turn everyone against me, and... I don't even know her goal..."
"Mana Guns!" Warwick yells, jolting up, "They don't require mana to use, don't need training or special quests, I just need to pick up a gun and some ammo and go! The mana gained from learning the skills will lead me into accessing it myself! Things might actually go my way."
Warwick lays back peacefully on the ground.
He looks over at Demoko, "This is all assuming he's okay..."
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Trefor comes over, "Is he okay?"
"He's physically fine. Unfortunately, I can't say much about his mind," Dilys informs, as Warwick averts his gaze from the two.
"How long will the potion last?" Warwick asks.
"It has different parts. It will keep him asleep for about a half-hour. After that, you can wake him up to do whatever it is you need him to do," Dilys informs judgingly.
"I think I'm going to spend the day making sure he's okay."
"Didn't you promise to help Endelyon today?" Trefor asks.
"I'm starting to understand things don't always turn out as planned. I think she'll understand. He needs me more,"
"Or do you need him more?" Piaras asks, walking into the town square, "You can't do much on your own, and he is a tool that gives you the power you seek. Am I close?"
"You shut the hell up!" Warwick yells, standing to his feet, "You wanted him gone from the start!"
"That's because I thought he was the evil one. I have since grown wise."
Warwick's clenches his fists as anger rises in him.
"Your weapon is asleep, and no one is really ready to give you a hand right now. What are you going to do?"
Warwick's anger continues to spike, until he stops, then calms down with a smirk.
"I'm going to let him rest. I'm going to check on Nora after you hurt her by telling her accepting Demoko is the same kind of behavior that got her dad killed. Then I'm going to buy some paper, and return to my room and await Demoko waking up."
Many in the town gasps, as Piaras starts getting angry.
"Don't try to make me the bad guy when you just sentenced your pet to torture!" Piaras yells as the town turns towards Warwick.
"Oh, please. This is all because of people like you! Racist, holyer-than-thou, people that would never accept him unless something drastic happened! Monthly mass murders aren't enough to stop it in my world, so if I found a way to solve the problem without a single death, I should be called a saint! Yet, still. There are people like you who probably still would rather him be dead than asleep!" Warwick yells back, some of the townsfolk now looking at Piaras, but most either averting their gaze or leaving the scene.
"You're right. Fomors should be dealt with. I think it's better we deal with the bigger monster first."
Trefor grabs Piaras by the collar, as Piaras tries to pull Trefor's hands away.
"What are you doing! You hate fomors more than I do!" Piaras yells.
"That was before I met one willing to get hurt to be accepted. I don't know about other fomors out there, but this one is different." Trefor explains, lifting Piaras higher.
"Return!" Warwick yells as Demoko disappears.
Warwick proceeds towards the graveyard, "Don't worry, he's okay. Trefor, I'm going to let you handle this."
"Do not return to the inn!" Piaras yells towards Warwick.
"Your weapon is inaccessible, and no one in the town is really ready to help you right now. What are you going to do?" Trefor mockingly responds to Piaras.
They continue to fight, as Warwick sees the general shop keeper talking with Nora.
She's laughing and seems cheered up.
Warwick sighs, and sneaks around the other way to the inn.
Once in his room, Warwick yells "Summon Demoko!" and Demoko appears on the floor.
Warwick sighs, "Another thing out of plan..."
Warwick attempts to lift Demoko into the bed, but after being unable to, he moves the pillows to prop him up and covers him in the blanket.
Warwick Rests, "I seriously need a better plan. I'm running out of leniency in this town. If he's okay, he can probably be player two. I'll just end my deal, and pay him off. Ten coins of pure gold should do the trick. Man, why does life have to suck so bad!!!" Warwick mumbles to himself, ending in a yell and laying back.
Warwick sighs again, "At least Demoko still has my back. I wonder if this is part of the djinn's plan? Turn everyone against me, and... I don't even know her goal..."
"Mana Guns!" Warwick yells, jolting up, "They don't require mana to use, don't need training or special quests, I just need to pick up a gun and some ammo and go! The mana gained from learning the skills will lead me into accessing it myself! Things might actually go my way."
Warwick lays back peacefully on the ground.
He looks over at Demoko, "This is all assuming he's okay..."
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Sunday, August 25, 2019
Episode 17: The Suffering Of The Innocent
"...I'm going to need you to take a few hits."
"What?" Demoko asks, seeming to come back to a harsh reality.
"You'll need to be in a combat demonstration. Effectively, you'll going to need to take enough claymore hits to regenerate without getting enraged." Warwick informs, with a sting of cringe on his face.
Demoko's ears lower, as the glow of happiness in his face fades away.
"Okay, master..."
Demoko gets up, with his head and ears held low.
"Let's get this over with..." Warwick says, beginning to walk up the hill.
As the two starts walking towards the town square, Piaras walks out.
"Looks like he's finally going to have it handed to him! That's what Fomors like him get!"
"Shut The Hell UP!" Warwick yells at Piaras for his remark.
"I'm not the one that brought a monster into town, nor did I betray the Goddess."
Warwick punches Piaras in the gut.
As Piaras withdraws his knife, Demoko steps in the way.
"Warwick already told me he does not side with Cichol, and I may not hurt you, but I will not let you hurt my friend."
"Uncle, he has done nothing wrong, why not give him a chance?" Nora asks, trying to deescalate the situation.
"That naivety is why my brother died, you should know better!"
Nora's eyes widen at Piaras's remark, as she covers her face and runs off.
"Change of plans. I don't want him dead though, just a quick hit." Warwick commands, seeming to be brewing in anger.
"Master, I do not think that is the best option. Let just get everyone to accept me."
Warwick sighs, "You're right. Go talk to Duncan, the old man up the hill. I'm going to go check on Nora."
"No wonder Cichol let you have that one, he is a coward!" Piaras yells, trying to egg Warwick on.
"The coward turns to his fist while the wise man wins before the fight begins. We could both learn a lot from him." Warwick states as they continue off.
Warwick gets to the cemetery and sees Nora crying by two graves.
"You were in the right."
Nora looks up, trying to look cheerful despite the tears rolling down her face, "Hey Warwick."
"You don't have to hide your emotions around me," Warwick says, sitting down next to her, "It's weird, I always thought the spiders were closer."
"I do not understand why he is acting like that."
"I think he's worried about you. The war of Fomors has bred racism towards either side, and hatred like that can make even the nicest people seem cruel. Fear, hate and confusion are the main emotions he was acting on. Things will clear up soon."
Warwick lays back in rest, as Nora contemplates his words.
"How about you. You seem to be taking this rather well."
"You should have seen me snap on Piaras. Luckily Demoko disobeyed," Warwick states with a chuckle.
"What did you tell him to do?"
"'not kill' but hurt him."
Nora gasps, as acquired silence grows.
The silence is broken as the sound of a crowd at the town square grows.
Warwick sighs, and gets up.
"I will stay here."
"As one of the first two humans to become friends with him, don't you want to support him?"
Nora turns away, as Warwick sighs again.
"Sorry, that wasn't fair. I'll check on you after it's over."
Warwick walks over to the town square, as angelic mournful singing can be heard from the graveyard.
"This sucks," Warwick mumbles to himself, watching from Duncan's house.
Trefor, an armored soldier with a distinctive helmet that covers his eyes, walks into the town square where Demoko is standing.
The townsfolk circle around at a safe distance, mumbling about what's going to happen.
Trefor whispers something to Demoko that Warwick can't make out.
Demoko nods, as they both step back to face each other.
Trefor draws his sword, as they both nod at each other.
In a flash, Trefor stabs his sword into the lycanthrope, attempting to kick himself off, ends up pushing himself onto the ground as Demoko stands there with the wound in his stomach.
Trefor actually looks terrified, as he gulps and gets himself up.
Demoko just stares at him, with an unbending gaze.
Trefor carves into Demoko, and on the second strike, Demoko's wounds close.
Trefor steps back, "Is everyone satisfied? It does not strike back, and cannot be killed by us."
"Step aside," is heard from the crowd.
The combat instructor Ranald walks up with two longswords equipped.
"You wish to kill me as well?" Demoko asks, his emotions dampened as he still processes the emotional pain.
"No. While Trefor is our town's guard, it wouldn't be long for someone to start something with you and expect me to finish it. I'm going to set the discussion in stone right now, no matter what the answer is."
Warwick is watching through his fingers as he anticipates the attack.
Ranald starts glowing, as he focuses his mind.
Ranald releases an onslaught of attacks, teleporting between blows.
Demoko's eyes widen, as he grimaces; he's taking multiple hits per second, his wounds closing every second to fifth hit.
Gasps can be heard, as the crowd is in awe of Ranald's skill and in horror of Demoko's clear suffering.
This goes on for a few minutes, with Demoko's expression slowly becomes louder whimpers until he falls to the floor.
Ranald puts his swords away, and begins to walk back to the school, "I'll give you both free training. We'll start classes tomorrow."
The entire town stairs in horror and terror, as Warwick runs down to Demoko.
Warwick attempts to help Demoko who is still shaking from the pain.
"T-t-they..." Demoko tries to talk, but can't get the words out.
"It's okay. you don't have to explain anything," Warwick explains, trying to calm him.
Dilys walks over to them, and hands Warwick a potion, "Have him drink this, it'll help."
Warwick nods and helps him drink it.
Demoko gets dizzy and falls over withing seconds.
"What was that?" Warwick asks, smelling the bottle and recognizing the scent of alcohol.
"An elixir of sleep, It will numb him and let him rest," Dilys explains, while checking Demoko over for wounds.
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"What?" Demoko asks, seeming to come back to a harsh reality.
"You'll need to be in a combat demonstration. Effectively, you'll going to need to take enough claymore hits to regenerate without getting enraged." Warwick informs, with a sting of cringe on his face.
Demoko's ears lower, as the glow of happiness in his face fades away.
"Okay, master..."
Demoko gets up, with his head and ears held low.
"Let's get this over with..." Warwick says, beginning to walk up the hill.
As the two starts walking towards the town square, Piaras walks out.
"Looks like he's finally going to have it handed to him! That's what Fomors like him get!"
"Shut The Hell UP!" Warwick yells at Piaras for his remark.
"I'm not the one that brought a monster into town, nor did I betray the Goddess."
Warwick punches Piaras in the gut.
As Piaras withdraws his knife, Demoko steps in the way.
"Warwick already told me he does not side with Cichol, and I may not hurt you, but I will not let you hurt my friend."
"Uncle, he has done nothing wrong, why not give him a chance?" Nora asks, trying to deescalate the situation.
"That naivety is why my brother died, you should know better!"
Nora's eyes widen at Piaras's remark, as she covers her face and runs off.
"Change of plans. I don't want him dead though, just a quick hit." Warwick commands, seeming to be brewing in anger.
"Master, I do not think that is the best option. Let just get everyone to accept me."
Warwick sighs, "You're right. Go talk to Duncan, the old man up the hill. I'm going to go check on Nora."
"No wonder Cichol let you have that one, he is a coward!" Piaras yells, trying to egg Warwick on.
"The coward turns to his fist while the wise man wins before the fight begins. We could both learn a lot from him." Warwick states as they continue off.
Warwick gets to the cemetery and sees Nora crying by two graves.
"You were in the right."
Nora looks up, trying to look cheerful despite the tears rolling down her face, "Hey Warwick."
"You don't have to hide your emotions around me," Warwick says, sitting down next to her, "It's weird, I always thought the spiders were closer."
"I do not understand why he is acting like that."
"I think he's worried about you. The war of Fomors has bred racism towards either side, and hatred like that can make even the nicest people seem cruel. Fear, hate and confusion are the main emotions he was acting on. Things will clear up soon."
Warwick lays back in rest, as Nora contemplates his words.
"How about you. You seem to be taking this rather well."
"You should have seen me snap on Piaras. Luckily Demoko disobeyed," Warwick states with a chuckle.
"What did you tell him to do?"
"'not kill' but hurt him."
Nora gasps, as acquired silence grows.
The silence is broken as the sound of a crowd at the town square grows.
Warwick sighs, and gets up.
"I will stay here."
"As one of the first two humans to become friends with him, don't you want to support him?"
Nora turns away, as Warwick sighs again.
"Sorry, that wasn't fair. I'll check on you after it's over."
Warwick walks over to the town square, as angelic mournful singing can be heard from the graveyard.
"This sucks," Warwick mumbles to himself, watching from Duncan's house.
Trefor, an armored soldier with a distinctive helmet that covers his eyes, walks into the town square where Demoko is standing.
The townsfolk circle around at a safe distance, mumbling about what's going to happen.
Trefor whispers something to Demoko that Warwick can't make out.
Demoko nods, as they both step back to face each other.
Trefor draws his sword, as they both nod at each other.
In a flash, Trefor stabs his sword into the lycanthrope, attempting to kick himself off, ends up pushing himself onto the ground as Demoko stands there with the wound in his stomach.
Trefor actually looks terrified, as he gulps and gets himself up.
Demoko just stares at him, with an unbending gaze.
Trefor carves into Demoko, and on the second strike, Demoko's wounds close.
Trefor steps back, "Is everyone satisfied? It does not strike back, and cannot be killed by us."
"Step aside," is heard from the crowd.
The combat instructor Ranald walks up with two longswords equipped.
"You wish to kill me as well?" Demoko asks, his emotions dampened as he still processes the emotional pain.
"No. While Trefor is our town's guard, it wouldn't be long for someone to start something with you and expect me to finish it. I'm going to set the discussion in stone right now, no matter what the answer is."
Warwick is watching through his fingers as he anticipates the attack.
Ranald starts glowing, as he focuses his mind.
Ranald releases an onslaught of attacks, teleporting between blows.
Demoko's eyes widen, as he grimaces; he's taking multiple hits per second, his wounds closing every second to fifth hit.
Gasps can be heard, as the crowd is in awe of Ranald's skill and in horror of Demoko's clear suffering.
This goes on for a few minutes, with Demoko's expression slowly becomes louder whimpers until he falls to the floor.
Ranald puts his swords away, and begins to walk back to the school, "I'll give you both free training. We'll start classes tomorrow."
The entire town stairs in horror and terror, as Warwick runs down to Demoko.
Warwick attempts to help Demoko who is still shaking from the pain.
"T-t-they..." Demoko tries to talk, but can't get the words out.
"It's okay. you don't have to explain anything," Warwick explains, trying to calm him.
Dilys walks over to them, and hands Warwick a potion, "Have him drink this, it'll help."
Warwick nods and helps him drink it.
Demoko gets dizzy and falls over withing seconds.
"What was that?" Warwick asks, smelling the bottle and recognizing the scent of alcohol.
"An elixir of sleep, It will numb him and let him rest," Dilys explains, while checking Demoko over for wounds.
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Thursday, August 22, 2019
Episode 16: Recipe for Pain
As Warwick is running past the sheep towards Deian, a gray wolf starts chasing after him.
After a few of Warwick's steps, He feels the teeth of the wolf sink into him. (16)
Warwick cries in pain and tries to punch back as the light starts fading from his eyes, but the wolf wasn't having any of it and slashes his claw into him.
Everything fades to black as Warwick's body falls to the ground.
From the faded vision of death, Warwick hears a voice call out to him.
"Would you like to Return To Town, Revive Where You Are, Use A Soulstone, or Wait For A Rescue?"
"This again. I'm still lying there. The wolf is likely still near. I should probably wait... What's that sound."
A faint and emotionless voice can be heard saying, "Warwick!? I'll feather you!"
"Huh... I guess it's someone... Then I'll wait for a rescue then..."
Warwick waits in the abyss of death for about five minutes.
Life returns to Warwick, as he gets up off the ground, gravely injured.
Two minutes later.
"You need help?" The GM asks.
"Thank you! Uhh... If you can keep the wolves clear here for a your minute, that would be great."
A couple minutes pass by.
"Will do."
Warwick stumbles over to Deian.
"Dude, are you okay?" Asks a farm boy with blond hair escaping from underneath his raccoon fur hat.
He waves around a stick in an attempt to scare off wolves.
"Not really, this really hurts... I have your medicine for you."
Warwick hands Deian a paper bag of medicine.
"Thank you. You should head back to Dilys. You could use a lot more than just some quick cash,"
Warwick nods, then stumbles back past the sheep.
Warwick sees the GM one-shotting the wolves with fusion bolt Icebolt and Fire Bolt, instant casting every five shots, then diverts his gaze in jealousy.
As he walks, he sees Demoko passed out on the hill.
"I need to get strong. I think I need melee until I can find a way to get magic," Warwick mumbles to himself.
"Are you okay?" Duncan asks, in Warwick's passing.
"Yeah, I'm heading to the Healer's House now. I'll get some help then."
"Make sure to take care of yourself. Everything is set up whenever you are ready."
"Thanks," Warwick responds, stepping out of hearing range.
Warwick makes it safely to the Healer's House.
"Goodness, Warwick. I don't understand how everyone gets injured so much around here... Let me treat you first, then we can worry about the job," Dilys states with a worried look.
"Thanks. I did complete the job though I forgot to get the money."
"Don't worry about that, he paid in advance. Now lay down here so I can treat you!"
Warwick obeys and lays on the bed behind the desk.
Dilys bandages him up and gives him a potion to help increase the healing.
"Now rest for a minute while I get your reward."
Dilys gets 990 gold from her desk and gives it to him.
"Make sure to bring your friend here, after. It's sad that's the only way for some people to accept him."
"Everyone already knows I guess," Warwick says with a sigh.
Dilys simply nods.
"Thank you," Warwick says as he leaves.
Warwick safely makes it back to town.
As he approaches the inn Nora gives him a disappointing look.
"If you have a better plan, I'd love to hear it."
"I wish I did. He fell asleep shortly after we started Resting, and has been since. He was really happy to meet humans that accepted him for him, instead of trying to fight."
Warwick averts his gaze and walks over to Demoko.
Warwick gently shakes his shoulder, "Hey buddy. I have some good news and bad news."
Demoko wakes up with a peaceful smile on his face.
"I have a way to get everyone in town to accept you all at once, but..."
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After a few of Warwick's steps, He feels the teeth of the wolf sink into him. (16)
Warwick cries in pain and tries to punch back as the light starts fading from his eyes, but the wolf wasn't having any of it and slashes his claw into him.
Everything fades to black as Warwick's body falls to the ground.
From the faded vision of death, Warwick hears a voice call out to him.
"Would you like to Return To Town, Revive Where You Are, Use A Soulstone, or Wait For A Rescue?"
"This again. I'm still lying there. The wolf is likely still near. I should probably wait... What's that sound."
A faint and emotionless voice can be heard saying, "Warwick!? I'll feather you!"
"Huh... I guess it's someone... Then I'll wait for a rescue then..."
Warwick waits in the abyss of death for about five minutes.
Life returns to Warwick, as he gets up off the ground, gravely injured.
Two minutes later.
"You need help?" The GM asks.
"Thank you! Uhh... If you can keep the wolves clear here for a your minute, that would be great."
A couple minutes pass by.
"Will do."
Warwick stumbles over to Deian.
"Dude, are you okay?" Asks a farm boy with blond hair escaping from underneath his raccoon fur hat.
He waves around a stick in an attempt to scare off wolves.
"Not really, this really hurts... I have your medicine for you."
Warwick hands Deian a paper bag of medicine.
"Thank you. You should head back to Dilys. You could use a lot more than just some quick cash,"
Warwick nods, then stumbles back past the sheep.
Warwick sees the GM one-shotting the wolves with fusion bolt Icebolt and Fire Bolt, instant casting every five shots, then diverts his gaze in jealousy.
As he walks, he sees Demoko passed out on the hill.
"I need to get strong. I think I need melee until I can find a way to get magic," Warwick mumbles to himself.
"Are you okay?" Duncan asks, in Warwick's passing.
"Yeah, I'm heading to the Healer's House now. I'll get some help then."
"Make sure to take care of yourself. Everything is set up whenever you are ready."
"Thanks," Warwick responds, stepping out of hearing range.
Warwick makes it safely to the Healer's House.
"Goodness, Warwick. I don't understand how everyone gets injured so much around here... Let me treat you first, then we can worry about the job," Dilys states with a worried look.
"Thanks. I did complete the job though I forgot to get the money."
"Don't worry about that, he paid in advance. Now lay down here so I can treat you!"
Warwick obeys and lays on the bed behind the desk.
Dilys bandages him up and gives him a potion to help increase the healing.
"Now rest for a minute while I get your reward."
Dilys gets 990 gold from her desk and gives it to him.
"Make sure to bring your friend here, after. It's sad that's the only way for some people to accept him."
"Everyone already knows I guess," Warwick says with a sigh.
Dilys simply nods.
"Thank you," Warwick says as he leaves.
Warwick safely makes it back to town.
As he approaches the inn Nora gives him a disappointing look.
"If you have a better plan, I'd love to hear it."
"I wish I did. He fell asleep shortly after we started Resting, and has been since. He was really happy to meet humans that accepted him for him, instead of trying to fight."
Warwick averts his gaze and walks over to Demoko.
Warwick gently shakes his shoulder, "Hey buddy. I have some good news and bad news."
Demoko wakes up with a peaceful smile on his face.
"I have a way to get everyone in town to accept you all at once, but..."
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Episode 15: Canine Diplomacy
Warwick feels sharp claws press against his shoulder as it begins to be shaken back and forth.
"Master, it is 5:45."
Warwick grudgingly starts to wake up and open his eyes.
"I'm up! Careful, though. I'm a squishy still."
Warwick sits up on the edge of the bed, as Demoko freezes in position with a perplexed look on his face.
"What's wrong?"
"I'm sorry! I did not realize you turned liquid at night!"
"Wha?.. We don't turn liquid..."
Warwick, still mentally waking up, is trying to figure out what Demoko is talking about.
"You said you became squishy."
Warwick sighs, "It's slang. It means I'm easy to kill."
Demoko looks terrified, "I'm sorry!"
"Don't worry about it. If I die, I'll come back through the Soul Stream," Warwick informs as he gets up, and grabs a Large Chunk of Meat from the bag.
"Is not that the thing Cichol says is destroying the world!?"
"It is. Though it keeps me alive for the time being. That's likely why Macha went to Cichol first. She figured if the Soul Stream was shut down by the army of darkness, she could pick me off."
"So you're not on Cichol's side?"
Warwick starts walking out of the room, "I'm on my own side. My deal with Cichol has nothing to do with stopping the Goddess, nor the Soul Stream. Now grab some food, and follow me."
He grabs a Large Chunk of Meat and follows Warwick down the stairs.
As they walk down the stairs, Piaras spots Warwick.
"Did you sleep well- Look Out Behind You!" Piaras yells as he grabs a knife from under the desk.
"Wait, it's okay! He's with me! Plus you couldn't kill him anyways."
"How did you get a Lycanthrope to be 'with' you?"
"A deal with Cichol."
"What the hell is wrong with you!?"
"Why do you want to change the subject? Anyways, here's tonight's rent." Warwick laughs as he places 120 gold on the counter.
"You expect me to let a fomor stay here!"
Demoko's ears droop as he lowers into a slouch.
"Fine, I'll just sleep at the church. Meven won't deny someone needing help, even if it's a fomor."
Piaras takes the money, "Be on your way."
"Thank you so much!" Warwick smiles, as he walks out the door.
"Hey Nora! I need your help!"
"What is it? Is everything okay?" Nora asks, with a perplexed look.
"Can you teach my friend how to Rest?"
"Sure, where are they?"
At that moment, Demoko cautiously steps out of the inn, keeping his body low, and his ears bent down.
"This is my friend Demoko!" Warwick says with a smile.
Nora looks terrified, as her heart starts racing with fear.
"Tha-tha-tha-that a-a lycanthrope!"
"He's worried people will hate him because of what he is. I know you'd be the one to show him otherwise."
"Umm... I-I c-can t-try" Nora says with terror.
Demoko steps forward, "I am sorry if I scare you. I cannot really change how I look."
"I-it is Ok-kay. N-nice t-t-to m-meet you," Nora says in fear, shakingly holding her hand out.
Demoko turns towards Warwick with a worried look.
"Like this," Warwick gently and loosely shakes her hand, then lets go.
Demoko and Nora both gulp, as Demoko reaches his paw out and shakes her hand.
"Nora, don't worry. He's as scared of you as you are of him. Just speak clearly and don't use any metaphors.
Demoko, don't let your claws touch anyone, and don't try to attack anything unless it's attacking a human and isn't human, or I say so.
I'll see you all later." Warwick explains before running to the Healer's House.
He safely gets into the Healer's House and is greeted by Dilys.
"Hello Warwick, are you here to help out again?"
"You know it! What can I do for you?"
"Can you deliver some medicine to Deian, one of his sheep is sick."
"Will do!"
Dilys hands Warwick a bag of medicine, and Warwick runs off.
Warwick chooses the route that passes Duncan instead of the Inn.
"Hey Duncan, I need your help."
"What can I help you with?"
"I have a friend who is a fomor in town. I was hoping you could make the town aware he's not a threat."
"That might be difficult. Any chance he looks human?"
"Unfortunately, no. He's a Lycanthrope."
"That'll be even harder. The best thing I can think of is having a demonstration in the town square with Trefor. This could not only prove that he's not aggressive even in pain, and prove that no one in the town has a chance against him."
"That's a bit cruel, but make it so. I'll be back shortly, he's down with Nora right now. Don't mention it to him, I'll explain it to him."
Warwick continues down the path, looking down the hill to see Nora and Demoko resting on the hill, then continuing on to the Pasture.
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"Master, it is 5:45."
Warwick grudgingly starts to wake up and open his eyes.
"I'm up! Careful, though. I'm a squishy still."
Warwick sits up on the edge of the bed, as Demoko freezes in position with a perplexed look on his face.
"What's wrong?"
"I'm sorry! I did not realize you turned liquid at night!"
"Wha?.. We don't turn liquid..."
Warwick, still mentally waking up, is trying to figure out what Demoko is talking about.
"You said you became squishy."
Warwick sighs, "It's slang. It means I'm easy to kill."
Demoko looks terrified, "I'm sorry!"
"Don't worry about it. If I die, I'll come back through the Soul Stream," Warwick informs as he gets up, and grabs a Large Chunk of Meat from the bag.
"Is not that the thing Cichol says is destroying the world!?"
"It is. Though it keeps me alive for the time being. That's likely why Macha went to Cichol first. She figured if the Soul Stream was shut down by the army of darkness, she could pick me off."
"So you're not on Cichol's side?"
Warwick starts walking out of the room, "I'm on my own side. My deal with Cichol has nothing to do with stopping the Goddess, nor the Soul Stream. Now grab some food, and follow me."
He grabs a Large Chunk of Meat and follows Warwick down the stairs.
As they walk down the stairs, Piaras spots Warwick.
"Did you sleep well- Look Out Behind You!" Piaras yells as he grabs a knife from under the desk.
"Wait, it's okay! He's with me! Plus you couldn't kill him anyways."
"How did you get a Lycanthrope to be 'with' you?"
"A deal with Cichol."
"What the hell is wrong with you!?"
"Why do you want to change the subject? Anyways, here's tonight's rent." Warwick laughs as he places 120 gold on the counter.
"You expect me to let a fomor stay here!"
Demoko's ears droop as he lowers into a slouch.
"Fine, I'll just sleep at the church. Meven won't deny someone needing help, even if it's a fomor."
Piaras takes the money, "Be on your way."
"Thank you so much!" Warwick smiles, as he walks out the door.
"Hey Nora! I need your help!"
"What is it? Is everything okay?" Nora asks, with a perplexed look.
"Can you teach my friend how to Rest?"
"Sure, where are they?"
At that moment, Demoko cautiously steps out of the inn, keeping his body low, and his ears bent down.
"This is my friend Demoko!" Warwick says with a smile.
Nora looks terrified, as her heart starts racing with fear.
"Tha-tha-tha-that a-a lycanthrope!"
"He's worried people will hate him because of what he is. I know you'd be the one to show him otherwise."
"Umm... I-I c-can t-try" Nora says with terror.
Demoko steps forward, "I am sorry if I scare you. I cannot really change how I look."
"I-it is Ok-kay. N-nice t-t-to m-meet you," Nora says in fear, shakingly holding her hand out.
Demoko turns towards Warwick with a worried look.
"Like this," Warwick gently and loosely shakes her hand, then lets go.
Demoko and Nora both gulp, as Demoko reaches his paw out and shakes her hand.
"Nora, don't worry. He's as scared of you as you are of him. Just speak clearly and don't use any metaphors.
Demoko, don't let your claws touch anyone, and don't try to attack anything unless it's attacking a human and isn't human, or I say so.
I'll see you all later." Warwick explains before running to the Healer's House.
He safely gets into the Healer's House and is greeted by Dilys.
"Hello Warwick, are you here to help out again?"
"You know it! What can I do for you?"
"Can you deliver some medicine to Deian, one of his sheep is sick."
"Will do!"
Dilys hands Warwick a bag of medicine, and Warwick runs off.
Warwick chooses the route that passes Duncan instead of the Inn.
"Hey Duncan, I need your help."
"What can I help you with?"
"I have a friend who is a fomor in town. I was hoping you could make the town aware he's not a threat."
"That might be difficult. Any chance he looks human?"
"Unfortunately, no. He's a Lycanthrope."
"That'll be even harder. The best thing I can think of is having a demonstration in the town square with Trefor. This could not only prove that he's not aggressive even in pain, and prove that no one in the town has a chance against him."
"That's a bit cruel, but make it so. I'll be back shortly, he's down with Nora right now. Don't mention it to him, I'll explain it to him."
Warwick continues down the path, looking down the hill to see Nora and Demoko resting on the hill, then continuing on to the Pasture.
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Wednesday, August 21, 2019
Episode 14: A Boy And His... Lycanthrope?
The lycanthrope gets up and stands in place with a blank expression on his face.
"Are you going to do anything?" Warwick asks with a perplexed look on his face.
"He's under your control. Command him." Cichol informs.
"Okay... Be yourself!"
The lycanthrope blinks as life returns to his eyes.
"I... Uh... Milord! I await your orders!" The lycanthrope states, facing Warwick.
"Um... At ease?"
Cichol visibly facepalms.
"What I do wrong?"
"I shouldn't have to answer that. Here." Cichol states, tossing Warwick a large bag of food.
"Thanks. I'll have him guide me back to you when we need to meet again," Warwick states, walking up the stairs, "Come on Demoko."
Demoko's eyes gloss over as he follows Warwick up the stairs.
Cichol vanishes in disappointment as the monsters head back into the dungeon, carrying their dead.
Warwick stops in his tracks after noticing Demoko's lost gaze.
"Be yourself!"
Life starts returning to Demoko's eyes.
"I'm sorry milord!"
"Always be yourself first. Never lose yourself unless I specifically command you to! Stop taking orders seriously unless I say 'That's an order!', 'That is an order!", or something along those lines. This is all orders!"
Demoko gulps, "Yes, milord!"
"Also, milord bothers me. If you must use a term like that, use 'Master', otherwise just call me Warwick if you need to."
"Yes, master."
Warwick sighs then continues walking up the stairs.
Warwick sees the GM still standing there.
"What are you doing here?"
A few minutes pass by.
"It hasn't even been a minute since you went down there. How did you get the lycanthrope as a pet?"
"Made a deal with Cichol. Got this food too!"
A couple minutes pass.
"Why would you need so much? Won't it go bad for you?"
"This is Tir Na Nog, there is no rot or decay in most situations. Can you take us back to town now?"
A few minutes pass by.
"I can only carry two, can you desummon your pet?"
"Desummon me?" Demoko asks.
"I can try. Return!" Warwick commands, as Demoko disappears, "Huh, neat."
Three minutes later, and the GM's bone dragon appears.
Without hesitation, Warwick climbs on the back of the dragon.
A few minutes later, and the GM climbs on top as well.
Once out of the dungeon, the dragon flies up and heads back into town.
Warwick gets off once the dragon lands in front of the inn.
"Looks like Nora's asleep," Warwick says, walking into the inn.
Warwick freezes for a moment seeing his character still there.
"I don't think I'll get over that," Warwick states before walking up into his room.
"Summon Demoko!"
Demoko appears in the exact position he was in before he disappeared.
"What happened? Where are we?" Demoko asks in concern.
"We're in an inn room in the town Tir Chonaill."
"Master, how did we get here?"
"A dragon. Try not to worry about it too much. This should become normal."
Demoko looks terrified at the idea, as Warwick finishes the cheese and bread off the table.
"Hey, Demoko? Are you okay with your name?"
"I guess, master. It is definitely shorter."
"Shorter than what?"
Demoko's look becomes more puzzled as he tries to think, "I... Cannot remember."
"Huh," Warwick gets lost in thought.
"Demoko, wake me up at 5:45, that's an order!" Warwick commands.
Demoko gulps at the sudden change in tone, "Yes, milord. Did I do something wrong?"
"No, sorry. It seems like if I give you a command, you're forced to follow it. I wanted to use that ability as a clock to make my timing on point. You can feel free to be relaxed around me." Warwick sweetly explains.
"I do not know what it is like to be relaxed."
"That's sad. I know someone who could teach you."
"That would be interesting. Would they not just want me dead for being a fomor?"
"I have the feeling things are about to change. Just trust me," Warwick states, getting into the covers.
Demoko just stands there, not knowing what to do.
"Come here!"
"Yes, milord!" Demoko responds, coming close.
"Lay down."
"What?"
"There's one bed, you need rest too. Lay down."
Demoko's face turns red, "Is this normal for your people?"
"I mean you're my pet, so kind of. Stop making this weird!"
Demoko's ears bend down as he lays down.
Warwick turns the other way and slips into sleep.
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"Are you going to do anything?" Warwick asks with a perplexed look on his face.
"He's under your control. Command him." Cichol informs.
"Okay... Be yourself!"
The lycanthrope blinks as life returns to his eyes.
"I... Uh... Milord! I await your orders!" The lycanthrope states, facing Warwick.
"Um... At ease?"
Cichol visibly facepalms.
"What I do wrong?"
"I shouldn't have to answer that. Here." Cichol states, tossing Warwick a large bag of food.
"Thanks. I'll have him guide me back to you when we need to meet again," Warwick states, walking up the stairs, "Come on Demoko."
Demoko's eyes gloss over as he follows Warwick up the stairs.
Cichol vanishes in disappointment as the monsters head back into the dungeon, carrying their dead.
Warwick stops in his tracks after noticing Demoko's lost gaze.
"Be yourself!"
Life starts returning to Demoko's eyes.
"I'm sorry milord!"
"Always be yourself first. Never lose yourself unless I specifically command you to! Stop taking orders seriously unless I say 'That's an order!', 'That is an order!", or something along those lines. This is all orders!"
Demoko gulps, "Yes, milord!"
"Also, milord bothers me. If you must use a term like that, use 'Master', otherwise just call me Warwick if you need to."
"Yes, master."
Warwick sighs then continues walking up the stairs.
Warwick sees the GM still standing there.
"What are you doing here?"
A few minutes pass by.
"It hasn't even been a minute since you went down there. How did you get the lycanthrope as a pet?"
"Made a deal with Cichol. Got this food too!"
A couple minutes pass.
"Why would you need so much? Won't it go bad for you?"
"This is Tir Na Nog, there is no rot or decay in most situations. Can you take us back to town now?"
A few minutes pass by.
"I can only carry two, can you desummon your pet?"
"Desummon me?" Demoko asks.
"I can try. Return!" Warwick commands, as Demoko disappears, "Huh, neat."
Three minutes later, and the GM's bone dragon appears.
Without hesitation, Warwick climbs on the back of the dragon.
A few minutes later, and the GM climbs on top as well.
Once out of the dungeon, the dragon flies up and heads back into town.
Warwick gets off once the dragon lands in front of the inn.
"Looks like Nora's asleep," Warwick says, walking into the inn.
Warwick freezes for a moment seeing his character still there.
"I don't think I'll get over that," Warwick states before walking up into his room.
"Summon Demoko!"
Demoko appears in the exact position he was in before he disappeared.
"What happened? Where are we?" Demoko asks in concern.
"We're in an inn room in the town Tir Chonaill."
"Master, how did we get here?"
"A dragon. Try not to worry about it too much. This should become normal."
Demoko looks terrified at the idea, as Warwick finishes the cheese and bread off the table.
"Hey, Demoko? Are you okay with your name?"
"I guess, master. It is definitely shorter."
"Shorter than what?"
Demoko's look becomes more puzzled as he tries to think, "I... Cannot remember."
"Huh," Warwick gets lost in thought.
"Demoko, wake me up at 5:45, that's an order!" Warwick commands.
Demoko gulps at the sudden change in tone, "Yes, milord. Did I do something wrong?"
"No, sorry. It seems like if I give you a command, you're forced to follow it. I wanted to use that ability as a clock to make my timing on point. You can feel free to be relaxed around me." Warwick sweetly explains.
"I do not know what it is like to be relaxed."
"That's sad. I know someone who could teach you."
"That would be interesting. Would they not just want me dead for being a fomor?"
"I have the feeling things are about to change. Just trust me," Warwick states, getting into the covers.
Demoko just stands there, not knowing what to do.
"Come here!"
"Yes, milord!" Demoko responds, coming close.
"Lay down."
"What?"
"There's one bed, you need rest too. Lay down."
Demoko's face turns red, "Is this normal for your people?"
"I mean you're my pet, so kind of. Stop making this weird!"
Demoko's ears bend down as he lays down.
Warwick turns the other way and slips into sleep.
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Monday, August 19, 2019
Episode 13: Red Versus White
Once inside, there are a plethora of boss monsters seemingly waiting for an ambush. Lycanthropes, Sirens, Succubi, Incubi, Golems, Ogres, as well as Metal Skeletons, Gargoyles, and Flying Swords.
"Why would you let him in, kill him! Do as Cichol commanded you!" Yells a goddess in a flowing crimson dress.
Her hair and wings matching as if she wears the very fires of love.
Her stern and hateful face disruption the beauty that radiates from her.
"I come to talk and align myself to Cichol. I don't have the power to fight back but can return infinitely."
The monsters are confused by Warwick's statement.
"You have your orders! Kill him!"
"Those were never my orders," is heard from one of the crowds of monsters.
The crowd splits away revealing a figure in a black robe adorned with gold.
His face is obscured by the hood and further detail by the brilliant white wings following his trail.
"Milord Cichol, I am sorry. I didn't know what you wanted after hearing his eagerness to work with you," Informs the lycanthrope standing beside Warwick.
"I am sorry as well lord Cichol. I had no idea this would link directly into your passageways. I see my lovely servant found you well," Warwick says, mockingly at her, as a confident smile develops on his face.
"I'LL KILL YOU!" The goddess yells as fifty or so sphinx-like creatures appear from nowhere, "You will obey your goddess! Kill him, and all that stands in your way!"
"Stop them." Cichol calmly commands.
The armies begin to fight, and the goddess's creatures strive in vain to get closer to Warwick.
The lycanthrope starts to move towards the fight, as Warwick puts his hand on the wolfman's shoulder.
"I want you back here protecting me. I'm sure Cichol would agree."
The lycanthrope looks over at Cichol, as Cichol gives him a simple nod.
The goddess is enraged as her hair and wings ruffle up in anger.
She pulls out a scimitar, seemingly out of nowhere, and charges at Warwick.
The lycanthrope steps in the way, as Cichol swoops in and catches the blade in his sleeve covered hand.
"Move Now!"
"You're weaker than either of your sisters, yet I am stronger than both. I suggest you leave."
"You will regret this!"
With that, the goddess disappears, as do her creatures.
Warwick falls back to a sitting position on the stairs in laughter.
"Yeah, my lamp is gone," Warwick sighs.
"What scheme are you playing at?" Cichol asks, the lycanthrope making a sound in surprise at that question.
"Mostly to set up a trade deal. She definitely changes things though."
"As weak as you are, what goods could you possibly offer?"
"Nothing right now, but in the future. Honestly, I'm surprised you turned on Macha so quickly, especially if you knew I wasn't sincere!"
"She sought only power at any costs and met me with deception. You seem much more genuine and obvious."
"Well, thank you! You seem as calm and emotionless as always. I often forget that you see yourself as betrayed and trying to do what's best for Erinn."
"You seem rich in knowledge, yet poor in pocket. What kind of goods do you plan to acquire?"
Warwick shrugs, "Metal stronger than adamantium, spells never seen before, a drug that makes hallucinations real, it depends what you're after. Heck, I'll write a song of despair to play throughout the world if you wish."
"How would you manage to get these things?"
"Macha is actually a djinn from the world I come from. She gave me the power to go through any three worlds of my choosing. This is but the first one, and I've yet to be here long."
"What are you wanting upfront?"
Warwick points his thump towards the lycanthrope, "Rewrite the fomor scroll to give me him, and give me a few days worth of food."
The lycanthrope steps back after hearing that.
"Why food?"
"I need food... My calculations didn't involve food..." Warwick answers pitifully.
"Fine."
"Milord! You're going to give me to someone!? that easily!?"
"Honestly, I wasn't actually expecting you to say yes."
"Talk about the alternative world was the only thing the impersonator said that sounded honest, and it matches your story. Not only are you obvious, but she has every reason not to have your back," Cichol turns his head, "And I would have thought you more than willing to sacrifice yourself for the fomorian cause."
"I am sorry milord," the lycanthrope says, bowing his head.
Cichol floats towards the lycanthrope and pulls out, seemingly from within him, a small scroll.
With that, the lycanthrope falls lifeless and slides down the stairs as Warwick watches with concern.
It's hard to tell but seems like Cichol is erasing and rewriting the scroll.
Afterward, Cichol hands the scroll to Warwick.
"Write your name in the first spot, and what his name will be in the second."
"What should I write with?"
Cichol pulls out one of his feathers and hands it to Warwick.
"Huh. Wish I could ask him what he wanted his name to be."
Warwick writes his name and "Demoko" on the scroll.
Warwick tries to hand it back to Cichol, but he points to the lycanthrope.
Warwick nods and walks down to the lycanthrope.
He tries to put the scroll in him, as his hand goes into the lycanthrope's chest.
"This must be how Rukia felt..." Warwick states, pulling his hand out of the lycanthrope's chest.
As Warwick's hand is removed, the lycanthrope wakes up.
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The room looks mostly the same, but off.
The room is darker, and while the entrance to the dungeon is absent, there's a staircase going down.
"This looks normal," the GM states.
"Fortunately, we're not going into the dungeon. I still don't have any combat skills."
About three minutes later.
"Wow, you're not very good at this. are you?"
"Shut up! You have it easy! I'm the Druid talent with no mana."
A couple minutes pass by.
"That sucks. So how exactly did this happen?"
"I found a djinn in a lamp. She offered me to go to three worlds. This was my first choice."
After a couple seconds, Warwick continues talking, "The others are Elder Scrolls and Metroplexity."
A few minutes pass by.
"So, who did you give the lamp to?"
"It's at the bank. I made a deal with Bebhinn to pay her back later as long as I visit once a month or daily I.R.L."
A couple minutes later.
"Are you sure it's safe there? I know for players it's 100% unless you get hacked, but things are muc"
A minute or two passes by, while Warwick mumbles "you make me want to kill you."
"h more real to you, so it may not be as safe as you'd think. And it's not my fault!"
"I know, it still takes two to five minutes before responses. Anywho. It should be safe. It's safer there than back at my dorm! By the way. My phone number is six-one-four five-five-five zero-one-zero-three."
It takes about 1.5 minutes for the GM to respond.
"You can't give me that! I'm a moderator!"
"Check your privilege, you aren't right now. We're not in game."
Warwick rests on the floor, as the GM stands unresponsive for about a half-hour.
"How is this possible? The program shows that it's running, but the interface shows me offline?"
"We entered an area generated by an item that didn't exist. While I don't know what the dungeon would actually look like, we're no longer on the server unless this area gets programmed in."
Warwick turns as he hears something walking up the stairs, the sound of claws clicking on the stone with every step.
"Get ready to fight, but wait for my cue. I don't have combat skills."
As they watch, orange hair, no fur is first seen, as a lycanthrope ascends the stairs.
"Huh. Hello fomor, we're milletians and can't die. What can I help you with?" Warwick states with a false chipperness.
"I want you to tell me your plan, and then leave."
"I'll do half of that. My plan was to get somewhere to have a private conversation without prying ears. Now, you can't kill me, and I'm unarmed. I have no combat abilities." Warwick informs, taking a step closer to the Lycanthrope.
"Stay back!"
"Out of the infinite possibilities of what could happen, three stand out. One is where you chase me away, and I come back with plentiful backup. That would be your choice to put me as an ememy. Or, you could try to befriend me, and gain an ally that will be powerful. Third, is me and my friend fight you, with infinite chances, until you're dead. Then look forward with the curiosity you instilled in us," Warwick informs, continuing to move closer.
The lycanthrope looks visibly confused and unable to decide what to do.
Warwick gets close enough to quickly hug the lycanthrope.
The lycanthrope immediately moves to attack, before stopping as he realizes this isn't actually an assault.
"You'd betray the goddess?" The GM asks.
"She had her chance to contact me like she did you! Now it's Cichol's chance!"
"A milletian would willingly side with Cichol?" The lycanthrope asks, very confused by everything going on.
"Most milletians get contacted by the Goddess. No doubt she's planning to imprison me just like Shakespear. Let's go meet Cichol, my friend will contact me through a magic called 'text' later."
Warwick takes a step to the side and starts to walk down the stairs, with the lycanthrope following behind.
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The room is darker, and while the entrance to the dungeon is absent, there's a staircase going down.
"This looks normal," the GM states.
"Fortunately, we're not going into the dungeon. I still don't have any combat skills."
About three minutes later.
"Wow, you're not very good at this. are you?"
"Shut up! You have it easy! I'm the Druid talent with no mana."
A couple minutes pass by.
"That sucks. So how exactly did this happen?"
"I found a djinn in a lamp. She offered me to go to three worlds. This was my first choice."
After a couple seconds, Warwick continues talking, "The others are Elder Scrolls and Metroplexity."
A few minutes pass by.
"So, who did you give the lamp to?"
"It's at the bank. I made a deal with Bebhinn to pay her back later as long as I visit once a month or daily I.R.L."
A couple minutes later.
"Are you sure it's safe there? I know for players it's 100% unless you get hacked, but things are muc"
A minute or two passes by, while Warwick mumbles "you make me want to kill you."
"h more real to you, so it may not be as safe as you'd think. And it's not my fault!"
"I know, it still takes two to five minutes before responses. Anywho. It should be safe. It's safer there than back at my dorm! By the way. My phone number is six-one-four five-five-five zero-one-zero-three."
It takes about 1.5 minutes for the GM to respond.
"You can't give me that! I'm a moderator!"
"Check your privilege, you aren't right now. We're not in game."
Warwick rests on the floor, as the GM stands unresponsive for about a half-hour.
"How is this possible? The program shows that it's running, but the interface shows me offline?"
"We entered an area generated by an item that didn't exist. While I don't know what the dungeon would actually look like, we're no longer on the server unless this area gets programmed in."
Warwick turns as he hears something walking up the stairs, the sound of claws clicking on the stone with every step.
"Get ready to fight, but wait for my cue. I don't have combat skills."
As they watch, orange hair, no fur is first seen, as a lycanthrope ascends the stairs.
"Huh. Hello fomor, we're milletians and can't die. What can I help you with?" Warwick states with a false chipperness.
"I want you to tell me your plan, and then leave."
"I'll do half of that. My plan was to get somewhere to have a private conversation without prying ears. Now, you can't kill me, and I'm unarmed. I have no combat abilities." Warwick informs, taking a step closer to the Lycanthrope.
"Stay back!"
"Out of the infinite possibilities of what could happen, three stand out. One is where you chase me away, and I come back with plentiful backup. That would be your choice to put me as an ememy. Or, you could try to befriend me, and gain an ally that will be powerful. Third, is me and my friend fight you, with infinite chances, until you're dead. Then look forward with the curiosity you instilled in us," Warwick informs, continuing to move closer.
The lycanthrope looks visibly confused and unable to decide what to do.
Warwick gets close enough to quickly hug the lycanthrope.
The lycanthrope immediately moves to attack, before stopping as he realizes this isn't actually an assault.
"You'd betray the goddess?" The GM asks.
"She had her chance to contact me like she did you! Now it's Cichol's chance!"
"A milletian would willingly side with Cichol?" The lycanthrope asks, very confused by everything going on.
"Most milletians get contacted by the Goddess. No doubt she's planning to imprison me just like Shakespear. Let's go meet Cichol, my friend will contact me through a magic called 'text' later."
Warwick takes a step to the side and starts to walk down the stairs, with the lycanthrope following behind.
Introduction: A Djinn's Wish
Introduction: The Protagonist
Episode One: Nighttime Detour, A Meet With A Djinn
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Friday, August 16, 2019
Episode 11.1: Macha and Cichol!?
Deep within the darkness of Baol Dungeon, illuminated solely by the lava outlying the room, Cichol, The God of Fomors, stands by the ruins of Lia Fail.
He stands in a robe of black adorned with gold, his dark appearance contrasted by brilliant wings as white as snow.
He turns his head as the sound of footprints fall closer.
"Cichol, thank you for setting me free. Now we shall make the roads run red with the blood of the milletians," announces the Goddess as she walks in, her hair, dress, and vibrant wings a saturated crimson.
"Macha? But it didn't work. How are you here?" Cichol asks, almost surprised enough for it to be detectable through the void of his hood.
"What do you mean? You sacrificed the Lia Fail to bring me back. Do you not remember?"
"That's not how the Lia Fail works, and if it did, you would have been resurrected there and then."
"Just like all men, thinking they know everything. Due to the rite being incomplete, it took time for the power of the Lia Fail to transmute."
"Macha was dumb enough to trade her godhood to marry a cheater. Who are you?"
Macha grimaces with pain at the memory.
"If it was anyone else, your trick would be successful. Who are you?"
Macha sighs before responding, dropping the false voice revealing it to be that of the Djinn, "Does it matter who I am? We both want the milletians destroyed, let's reveal the Goddess of Destruction and her dragon, Cromm Cruaich."
At this time, a lycanthrope runs in.
"Lord Cichol! A milletian- Macha?"
"She is a fake, heed her not. Pray tell the news."
"Yes my lord. A milletian opened a form of Ciar no milletian has before. There's concern among the fomers that it might have access to our tunnels."
Cichol looks at the Macha impersonator, "Is that the milletian you seek to destroy?"
"It is Cichol. Looks like he may be a problem to you as well. I know he doesn't play by the rules."
"What is that supposed to mean?
"Simple. He's not like the milletians you see running all over the place. He's more akin to William Shakespear, which I'm sure you remember well." Macha states with a smirk.
Cichol turns to the lycanthrope, "Find him! And stop him from moving forward. Take any forces you need!"
"Will do my lord," The lycanthrope states, before running back out the way he came in.
"So quick to announce my ruse. You would have use having my sisters think I'm alive again."
"Drop the act."
"Just like a man, making assumptions," four Aonbharrs appear as she waves her arms, "You'll find I am her as well."
"Explain yourself."
"Macha once lived, there was a gap in her suicide, I filled the gap when I entered this world. You can think of me as the anti-milletian."
"Instead of becoming a new you, you became the reincarnation of Macha, using yourself as a temporary sacrifice."
"Impressive. Maybe there's more to you than testosterone?"
"Than what?"
Macha rolls her eyes, "Nevermind, you are hopeless."
Cichol turns towards her briefly, as if giving her a glare of disappointment before speaking, "Let's talk about Cromm..."
He stands in a robe of black adorned with gold, his dark appearance contrasted by brilliant wings as white as snow.
He turns his head as the sound of footprints fall closer.
"Cichol, thank you for setting me free. Now we shall make the roads run red with the blood of the milletians," announces the Goddess as she walks in, her hair, dress, and vibrant wings a saturated crimson.
"Macha? But it didn't work. How are you here?" Cichol asks, almost surprised enough for it to be detectable through the void of his hood.
"What do you mean? You sacrificed the Lia Fail to bring me back. Do you not remember?"
"That's not how the Lia Fail works, and if it did, you would have been resurrected there and then."
"Just like all men, thinking they know everything. Due to the rite being incomplete, it took time for the power of the Lia Fail to transmute."
"Macha was dumb enough to trade her godhood to marry a cheater. Who are you?"
Macha grimaces with pain at the memory.
"If it was anyone else, your trick would be successful. Who are you?"
Macha sighs before responding, dropping the false voice revealing it to be that of the Djinn, "Does it matter who I am? We both want the milletians destroyed, let's reveal the Goddess of Destruction and her dragon, Cromm Cruaich."
At this time, a lycanthrope runs in.
"Lord Cichol! A milletian- Macha?"
"She is a fake, heed her not. Pray tell the news."
"Yes my lord. A milletian opened a form of Ciar no milletian has before. There's concern among the fomers that it might have access to our tunnels."
Cichol looks at the Macha impersonator, "Is that the milletian you seek to destroy?"
"It is Cichol. Looks like he may be a problem to you as well. I know he doesn't play by the rules."
"What is that supposed to mean?
"Simple. He's not like the milletians you see running all over the place. He's more akin to William Shakespear, which I'm sure you remember well." Macha states with a smirk.
Cichol turns to the lycanthrope, "Find him! And stop him from moving forward. Take any forces you need!"
"Will do my lord," The lycanthrope states, before running back out the way he came in.
"So quick to announce my ruse. You would have use having my sisters think I'm alive again."
"Drop the act."
"Just like a man, making assumptions," four Aonbharrs appear as she waves her arms, "You'll find I am her as well."
"Explain yourself."
"Macha once lived, there was a gap in her suicide, I filled the gap when I entered this world. You can think of me as the anti-milletian."
"Instead of becoming a new you, you became the reincarnation of Macha, using yourself as a temporary sacrifice."
"Impressive. Maybe there's more to you than testosterone?"
"Than what?"
Macha rolls her eyes, "Nevermind, you are hopeless."
Cichol turns towards her briefly, as if giving her a glare of disappointment before speaking, "Let's talk about Cromm..."
...To Be Continued...
Thursday, August 15, 2019
Episode 11: The Illegal Ball of Dirt
Almost dosing off, Warwick forces himself to sit up.
"Can't sleep yet, still have stuff to do," He reminds himself, as he grudgingly gets up.
He takes a bite out of the cheese and leaves the room.
As he leaves the Inn, he slows down as he sees Nora.
"Hey, Nora. I'm sorry I've been so busy,"
"Are you still busy?"
Warwick rubs the back of his head, "Yea, but I can talk for a bit now. Ten minutes of us talking is about 15 seconds of him waiting."
"That doesn't make sense. Who is it you plan to meet?"
"The Gee- Hmm... It's complicated. Give me a second to figure out how to explain this..."
"Okay... Are you sure everything is okay?" Nora asks, getting more concerned than angry.
"Yeah. So, he's not a god, but has the ability to make most milletians disappear if they're not following a specific set of rules. As far as I'm aware, the first milletian and me are the only exceptions."
"Does he think you did something to break those rules?"
"Kindof. He believes that I'm different, and wants to talk to me about it. There was another milletian that accused me of breaking the rules because I was carrying a money pouch in my hand. For the others, that's not exactly possible..."
"Wait. They can't hold a money pouch in their hands? How do they buy things?"
Warwick shrugs, "I actually don't know... Try not to think about it too hard..."
"This is all very confusing... It's like the world works differently for you milletians..."
"That's an understatement. Though for me, it's a lot more similar to you though."
"That's a relief, so you'll be around often then?"
Warwick sucks his teeth before confessing, "Actually, I have stuff in the world I come from to do, so there will be long stretches of time where I am gone. Time moves similarly for me there as it does for other milletians. So me being gone for a day there is me vanishing for a month here."
"With that much time lost, how will you get anything done?"
"Fortunately, I have a lot of spare time over there. So me disappearing for an hour over there provides me with almost a couple days here."
"I see. I should not keep you any longer. Thanks for explaining this to me, even though it's so confusing."
"It's no problem. I'm staying in the inn tonight if you want to come up and chat more later."
"I might just do that."
With that, Warwick walks towards the town square.
On his way up, he runs into something, as the GM cancels his hiding skill.
"You have to stop doing that!" Warwick yells.
A few minutes pass by.
"It's not my fault, you move way faster than I can react." the GM emotionlessly states.
Warwick gives off a large sigh, "Can we stop by the Alby dungeon entrance first? While I don't think I could fend off the foxes, I definitely don't want to run through the wolves."
About three minutes pass.
"Sure, I'll make sure you can tag all three."
After five minutes pass by, and the GM's Bone Dragon shows up.
Warwick quickly gets on long before the GM can react.
Two minutes later, and the dragon flies up.
It only takes about 4 minutes for them to reach the Alby Dungeon Moon Gate.
This time Warwick actually waits for the dragon to land before getting off.
He runs to the Moon Gate and steps onto the platform as a map of the 1 Moon Gates he has access to opens in his mind.
Warwick selects the one he's at and reappears on the same disk he got on.
He then runs and gets back onto the dragon.
"Do you mind if you can help me tag Ceo Island? I really don't want to have to swim there."
"yes" the GM manages to quickly state.
After a few minutes, the GM gets off the dragon and the three travel to Ceo Island.
Warwick proceeds to tag the Ceo Island Moon Gate, following with the Tir Chonaill Moon Gate, and the Ciar Dungeon Moon Gate.
The whole process only takes about twenty minutes due to the GM's movement times.
Afterward, Warwick grabs some dirt off the ground and compacts it into a ball.
"What on earth are you doing?"
"Making a ball of dirt. An item not in the game's files, therefore, will create a dungeon not in the game's system."
The GM takes a few minutes to respond.
"I hope it wasn't a surprise that I got called on you."
"It really wasn't."
Warwick walks into the Ciar Dungeon altar room and stands at the Altar of the Goddess.
After a few minutes, the GM walks in and stands at the Altar as well.
Warwick drops the Ball of Dirt, and everything goes black.
Introduction: A Djinn's Wish
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Episode One: Nighttime Detour, A Meet With A Djinn
"Can't sleep yet, still have stuff to do," He reminds himself, as he grudgingly gets up.
He takes a bite out of the cheese and leaves the room.
As he leaves the Inn, he slows down as he sees Nora.
"Hey, Nora. I'm sorry I've been so busy,"
"Are you still busy?"
Warwick rubs the back of his head, "Yea, but I can talk for a bit now. Ten minutes of us talking is about 15 seconds of him waiting."
"That doesn't make sense. Who is it you plan to meet?"
"The Gee- Hmm... It's complicated. Give me a second to figure out how to explain this..."
"Okay... Are you sure everything is okay?" Nora asks, getting more concerned than angry.
"Yeah. So, he's not a god, but has the ability to make most milletians disappear if they're not following a specific set of rules. As far as I'm aware, the first milletian and me are the only exceptions."
"Does he think you did something to break those rules?"
"Kindof. He believes that I'm different, and wants to talk to me about it. There was another milletian that accused me of breaking the rules because I was carrying a money pouch in my hand. For the others, that's not exactly possible..."
"Wait. They can't hold a money pouch in their hands? How do they buy things?"
Warwick shrugs, "I actually don't know... Try not to think about it too hard..."
"This is all very confusing... It's like the world works differently for you milletians..."
"That's an understatement. Though for me, it's a lot more similar to you though."
"That's a relief, so you'll be around often then?"
Warwick sucks his teeth before confessing, "Actually, I have stuff in the world I come from to do, so there will be long stretches of time where I am gone. Time moves similarly for me there as it does for other milletians. So me being gone for a day there is me vanishing for a month here."
"With that much time lost, how will you get anything done?"
"Fortunately, I have a lot of spare time over there. So me disappearing for an hour over there provides me with almost a couple days here."
"I see. I should not keep you any longer. Thanks for explaining this to me, even though it's so confusing."
"It's no problem. I'm staying in the inn tonight if you want to come up and chat more later."
"I might just do that."
With that, Warwick walks towards the town square.
On his way up, he runs into something, as the GM cancels his hiding skill.
"You have to stop doing that!" Warwick yells.
A few minutes pass by.
"It's not my fault, you move way faster than I can react." the GM emotionlessly states.
Warwick gives off a large sigh, "Can we stop by the Alby dungeon entrance first? While I don't think I could fend off the foxes, I definitely don't want to run through the wolves."
About three minutes pass.
"Sure, I'll make sure you can tag all three."
After five minutes pass by, and the GM's Bone Dragon shows up.
Warwick quickly gets on long before the GM can react.
Two minutes later, and the dragon flies up.
It only takes about 4 minutes for them to reach the Alby Dungeon Moon Gate.
This time Warwick actually waits for the dragon to land before getting off.
He runs to the Moon Gate and steps onto the platform as a map of the 1 Moon Gates he has access to opens in his mind.
Warwick selects the one he's at and reappears on the same disk he got on.
He then runs and gets back onto the dragon.
"Do you mind if you can help me tag Ceo Island? I really don't want to have to swim there."
"yes" the GM manages to quickly state.
After a few minutes, the GM gets off the dragon and the three travel to Ceo Island.
Warwick proceeds to tag the Ceo Island Moon Gate, following with the Tir Chonaill Moon Gate, and the Ciar Dungeon Moon Gate.
The whole process only takes about twenty minutes due to the GM's movement times.
Afterward, Warwick grabs some dirt off the ground and compacts it into a ball.
"What on earth are you doing?"
"Making a ball of dirt. An item not in the game's files, therefore, will create a dungeon not in the game's system."
The GM takes a few minutes to respond.
"I hope it wasn't a surprise that I got called on you."
"It really wasn't."
Warwick walks into the Ciar Dungeon altar room and stands at the Altar of the Goddess.
After a few minutes, the GM walks in and stands at the Altar as well.
Warwick drops the Ball of Dirt, and everything goes black.
Introduction: A Djinn's Wish
Introduction: The Protagonist
Episode One: Nighttime Detour, A Meet With A Djinn
Tuesday, August 6, 2019
Episode Ten: Accepting Help
On his way to the general store, he feels his stomach growl.
"Great... I keep messing up and forgetting stuff..."
He sighs and walks into the grocery store.
"Welcome! I don't remember seeing you around,"
"I'm relatively new. My name is Warwick, It's nice to meet you,"
"It's nice to meet you too, my name is Caitin. How can I help you today?"
Warwick sighs before speaking.
"I need some bread and cheese..."
"You seem upset, is everything okay?"
"Yeah... I just underestimated the cost of living... How much will that be?"
"136 gold. I could use help with a delivery real quick. It would cover the cost and then some,"
"Thank you, who do you need me to deliver to?"
"Piaras, the innkeeper. Here,"
Caitin hands Warwick a loaf of bread wrapped in paper.
"I will be back shortly,"
Warwick runs out with the bread, quickly running into the inn, flying by Nora.
"Piaras! Here's your delivery!" Warwick says, out of breath.
"You've been diligent today. Make sure you take time to rest," Piaras suggests, as he accepts the bread, and hands Warwick a bag of coins.
"I will, I plan to get a room tonight,"
Warwick runs back to the grocery store.
"Here!" Warwick states, handing her the money and looking like he's about to pass out.
"Umm here," Caitin hands him the bread and cheese, "You should sit down and eat, I'll get your pay for you."
Warwick takes her advice, sits down on the stool, and takes a bite out of the bread.
Meanwhile, Caitin starts counting the coins.
After a couple minutes pass, Caitlin walks to Warwick and hands him 26 gold, two tomato seeds, two eggplant seeds, and a bottle of milk.
"What is the milk for?" Warwick asks in confusion.
"You look thirsty, and hopefully it will encourage you to come back for any more food you need,"
Warwick looks like he's about to be in tears, as he accepts it and takes a big gulp of the milk.
"Feel free to rest there as long as you need. The store will still be open for a while longer,"
"Thank you so much,"
"Don't worry about it!"
Warwick finishes off the milk and puts the bottle in his other pocket.
Carrying his food, he makes his way back to the inn.
As he passes Nora, she doesn't even look up from her work and starts sweeping faster.
"Piaras, I would like a room," Warwick says, slipping the 120 gold out of his pocket and into Piaras's hand.
"Upstairs, second door on the left,"
Warwick nods and heads up there.
When he walks in, he sees a bed and a desk with two empty drawers in it.
"It's nice," He says, placing his food, the bottle and his tools on the desk, and sitting down for a moment.
"I think Nora's mad, and I should also probably go have that talk with the GM in a moment. But honestly, I just want to lay here,"
He lays back, as his eyes slowly shut.
Introduction: A Djinn's Wish
Introduction: The Protagonist
Episode One: Nighttime Detour, A Meet With A Djinn
"Great... I keep messing up and forgetting stuff..."
He sighs and walks into the grocery store.
"Welcome! I don't remember seeing you around,"
"I'm relatively new. My name is Warwick, It's nice to meet you,"
"It's nice to meet you too, my name is Caitin. How can I help you today?"
Warwick sighs before speaking.
"I need some bread and cheese..."
"You seem upset, is everything okay?"
"Yeah... I just underestimated the cost of living... How much will that be?"
"136 gold. I could use help with a delivery real quick. It would cover the cost and then some,"
"Thank you, who do you need me to deliver to?"
"Piaras, the innkeeper. Here,"
Caitin hands Warwick a loaf of bread wrapped in paper.
"I will be back shortly,"
Warwick runs out with the bread, quickly running into the inn, flying by Nora.
"Piaras! Here's your delivery!" Warwick says, out of breath.
"You've been diligent today. Make sure you take time to rest," Piaras suggests, as he accepts the bread, and hands Warwick a bag of coins.
"I will, I plan to get a room tonight,"
Warwick runs back to the grocery store.
"Here!" Warwick states, handing her the money and looking like he's about to pass out.
"Umm here," Caitin hands him the bread and cheese, "You should sit down and eat, I'll get your pay for you."
Warwick takes her advice, sits down on the stool, and takes a bite out of the bread.
Meanwhile, Caitin starts counting the coins.
After a couple minutes pass, Caitlin walks to Warwick and hands him 26 gold, two tomato seeds, two eggplant seeds, and a bottle of milk.
"What is the milk for?" Warwick asks in confusion.
"You look thirsty, and hopefully it will encourage you to come back for any more food you need,"
Warwick looks like he's about to be in tears, as he accepts it and takes a big gulp of the milk.
"Feel free to rest there as long as you need. The store will still be open for a while longer,"
"Thank you so much,"
"Don't worry about it!"
Warwick finishes off the milk and puts the bottle in his other pocket.
Carrying his food, he makes his way back to the inn.
As he passes Nora, she doesn't even look up from her work and starts sweeping faster.
"Piaras, I would like a room," Warwick says, slipping the 120 gold out of his pocket and into Piaras's hand.
"Upstairs, second door on the left,"
Warwick nods and heads up there.
When he walks in, he sees a bed and a desk with two empty drawers in it.
"It's nice," He says, placing his food, the bottle and his tools on the desk, and sitting down for a moment.
"I think Nora's mad, and I should also probably go have that talk with the GM in a moment. But honestly, I just want to lay here,"
He lays back, as his eyes slowly shut.
Introduction: A Djinn's Wish
Introduction: The Protagonist
Episode One: Nighttime Detour, A Meet With A Djinn
Friday, August 2, 2019
Episode Nine: Volunteering Time To Church
From the faded vision of death, Warwick hears a voice call out to him.
"Would you like to Return To Town, Revive Where You Are, Use A Soulstone, or Wait For A Rescue?"
"Soulstone? Is that Nao? Am I thinking out loud? No, just talking in my head. Since I fell close to town square, I guess I'll revive at town," Warwick thinks, in a ghostly daze.
At the "N" in town, he wakes up in the town square, as if he was asleep.
"That was a terrifying experience! But it worked..." He says, waking up in a sweaty panic.
He takes a couple minutes of resting to catch his breath.
"Okay, and I still likely saved a minute," He states with panic on his breath.
He gets up, and while attempting to shrug off the cool of death, he rushes to the blacksmith.
On his way, he passes Nora again.
"Warwick, you look like you've seen a ghost!"
"I think I was one for a few minutes. I'm sorry I'm still in a hurry. I should be able to talk this afternoon."
"What?" Nora exclaims as Warwick runs past.
Warwick gets to the blacksmith still in a pant.
"Ferghus... I need a sickle... And a gathering knife..." Warwick hastily demands between breaths.
"Um, okay. That will be 650 gold. Why are you in such a hurry?'
"I need to hurry back to Endelyon to help her at the church,"
Warwick says, counting out the individual coins.
Ferghus gets out the equipment for him, while Warwick takes a while to count out the gold.
About ten minutes later, the transaction finally completes.
Warwick slips the knife into his pocket, and sprints to Endelyon with the sickle in his hand, but travels around the other side of the pond in the town.
"Endelyon... Does the church need any volunteer help today?"
"Yes actually, we could use 10 stalks of wheat from the farm."
"I'll be back in a jiffy!"
Warwick walks a bit calmer now that he's back on schedule.
Once he arrives at the wheat field, he carefully harvests stalks of wheat.
"Want to talk while we wait?" The GM asks, appearing seemingly out of nowhere.
"Woah! Where'd you come from?"
It takes about five minutes for him to respond.
"I'm an elf, I have the hide action. It looks like it does work on you."
"Elf, right. So you believe me now?"
About three minutes later.
"To an extent,"
"Well, I have to take these to Endelyon," Warwick informs, harvesting the tenth stalk of wheat.
About five minutes pass while Warwick stands up.
"You don't have to wait, do you?"
"I do not. Once I get back, buy a few things, and we can go talk in Ciar."
About five more minutes pass.
"Sounds like a plan."
Warwick walks to Endelyon and hands her the wheat.
"Thank you very much for your help. Take these, it's the least I can do,"
Endelyon hands Warwick 5 bottles of Holy Water.
"Thank you very much for this. Let me know if you need any more help. I'll swing by tomorrow about this time,"
"That's very sweet of you. I'm thankful for kind people like yourself devoting your time to Lymilark,"
"The pleasure is all mine,"
Warwick walks away with a smile, as he heads to the general goods store.
Introduction: A Djinn's Wish
Introduction: The Protagonist
Episode One: Nighttime Detour, A Meet With A Djinn
"Would you like to Return To Town, Revive Where You Are, Use A Soulstone, or Wait For A Rescue?"
"Soulstone? Is that Nao? Am I thinking out loud? No, just talking in my head. Since I fell close to town square, I guess I'll revive at town," Warwick thinks, in a ghostly daze.
At the "N" in town, he wakes up in the town square, as if he was asleep.
"That was a terrifying experience! But it worked..." He says, waking up in a sweaty panic.
He takes a couple minutes of resting to catch his breath.
"Okay, and I still likely saved a minute," He states with panic on his breath.
He gets up, and while attempting to shrug off the cool of death, he rushes to the blacksmith.
On his way, he passes Nora again.
"Warwick, you look like you've seen a ghost!"
"I think I was one for a few minutes. I'm sorry I'm still in a hurry. I should be able to talk this afternoon."
"What?" Nora exclaims as Warwick runs past.
Warwick gets to the blacksmith still in a pant.
"Ferghus... I need a sickle... And a gathering knife..." Warwick hastily demands between breaths.
"Um, okay. That will be 650 gold. Why are you in such a hurry?'
"I need to hurry back to Endelyon to help her at the church,"
Warwick says, counting out the individual coins.
Ferghus gets out the equipment for him, while Warwick takes a while to count out the gold.
About ten minutes later, the transaction finally completes.
Warwick slips the knife into his pocket, and sprints to Endelyon with the sickle in his hand, but travels around the other side of the pond in the town.
"Endelyon... Does the church need any volunteer help today?"
"Yes actually, we could use 10 stalks of wheat from the farm."
"I'll be back in a jiffy!"
Warwick walks a bit calmer now that he's back on schedule.
Once he arrives at the wheat field, he carefully harvests stalks of wheat.
"Want to talk while we wait?" The GM asks, appearing seemingly out of nowhere.
"Woah! Where'd you come from?"
It takes about five minutes for him to respond.
"I'm an elf, I have the hide action. It looks like it does work on you."
"Elf, right. So you believe me now?"
About three minutes later.
"To an extent,"
"Well, I have to take these to Endelyon," Warwick informs, harvesting the tenth stalk of wheat.
About five minutes pass while Warwick stands up.
"You don't have to wait, do you?"
"I do not. Once I get back, buy a few things, and we can go talk in Ciar."
About five more minutes pass.
"Sounds like a plan."
Warwick walks to Endelyon and hands her the wheat.
"Thank you very much for your help. Take these, it's the least I can do,"
Endelyon hands Warwick 5 bottles of Holy Water.
"Thank you very much for this. Let me know if you need any more help. I'll swing by tomorrow about this time,"
"That's very sweet of you. I'm thankful for kind people like yourself devoting your time to Lymilark,"
"The pleasure is all mine,"
Warwick walks away with a smile, as he heads to the general goods store.
New Total: 430 gold, 5 Holy Water, Gathering Knife (10/10), Sickle (11/12)
Introduction: A Djinn's Wish
Introduction: The Protagonist
Episode One: Nighttime Detour, A Meet With A Djinn
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