“I hope the bridge wasn’t too important.” Kyle added apologetically. “I didn’t really have any other choice.”
The elven leader shook his head. “It was of no consequence.” He said with a sigh. “Despite being human, you have proven your…” he hesitated, as if he were searching for a proper word.
“My use?” Kyle suggested with a grin and was rewarded with a surprised expression. “Look, that same knight had been harassing me for a while too, so it was actually fun to have a little bit of revenge, you know?” he shrugged. “And I got to help you guys too.” He gestured towards the sickly tree. “I would love to help out with that too, but I’m no mage, nor do I know anyone who could be of help.”
The elf’s lips curled up with a smile. “It’s quite alright. You have delivered on your promise, and we will not do any less than that. You may have as many fruits as you wish, but do not attempt to take any from this tree. They will only bring harm, as they have been corrupted by the venom of the locust god.”
Kyle raised his eyebrows. “The Locust god?” He muttered. “Why?”
The elf shook his head. “A simple refusal by our high priestess, and now our lands suffer. The tree survived on the waters of the wellspring high up on the mountains,” He gestured towards the snowy mountains in the distance. “But humans have cut the waters off. It is very easy to fall into the trap of believing they serve the Locust god.”
Kyle scowled. That didn’t sound right, why would the players cut off the water? And how? As far as he knew, such changes couldn’t be done in the game world. He felt annoyed, why hadn’t the developers but a changelog into the game itself as well? He had no way of knowing how the world he was trapped in would change.
“I see.” Kyle muttered. A thought occurred. “Can I have one of the fruits?” he asked. “I told you, I have a scholar friend who needs these fruits. Perhaps he could come up with a cure, or at least a way to lessen the effects of the venom.”
‘Special Quest Located!’
The system’s message startled him. He glanced at it with the corner of his eye.
‘Find a way to heal the Crystal Orchard to gain the elves’ allegiance’
‘Note: Only one player may complete this quest.’
Kyle’s eyes widened. Gain their allegiance? Was that possible? Could he actually have elves helping him? He could hardly believe it, but then again, he did have a lich under his command already. Well, sort of, he thought. Cacophus didn’t quite seem like someone to remain under others’ command for long.
“I doubt it,” The elven leader said with a sigh, but he reached out and plucked a fruit from the tree, nevertheless. A few drops of white goo oozed from the plucked crystal fruit, and from the branch as well. Kyle’s expression soured as a foul smell reached his nostrils. He grimaced, along with the other elves.
“take care not to break it. It’s full of this…” The elven leader hesitated. “This bile.” Even speaking of it seemed to pain him somewhat.
Kyle carefully took the fruit and placed it in his inventory. “I will take good care of it, and I will have my friend working on a cure.”
The elven leader seemed hesitant a little. “Why would you go that far?” He asked with some distrust in his voice. Kyle shrugged. “Why not? A tree is dying, and you people are suffering. If I can help, I want to.” He grinned. “Besides, I’d like to be able to consider your people friends, not enemies.”
The elven leader’s lips curled up with a smile. “Seems like I misjudged you severely.” He said with a soft chuckle. “Alright, human. Go and get your fruits and come back when you find a cure. We will be delighted to have you.”
Three hundred crystal fruits couldn’t fit in his inventory, of course, so Kyle had to employ the help of the three skeletons the Lich Cacophus hand sent with him. He wouldn’t mind it too much had the skeletons’ bones not been creaking so damn much. They almost sounded like rusty door hinges.
Once they were all loaded up with all three hundred fruits, they headed back. The sun had begun to set by the time Cacophus’ cave entered Kyle’s view.
He spied half a dozen skeletons collecting pieces of wood and dry leaves outside. He scowled, what was that lich planning? Was it a trap? Did he want to trap and kill Kyle before he got a chance to smash the phylactery?
He bit his lips as they walked into the cave.
The previously dark cave was now lit with torches hooked onto the cave walls or stuck in between the cracks in the ground. Kyle took care not to burn himself as he followed the three skeletons carrying the fruits.
Their wobbly steps made him anxious. If even one of them fell, those precious fruits would shatter and break.
He only breathed a sigh of relief when they reached the doors leading to Cacophus’ room, and the three skeletons placed the baskets on the floor and wobbled away harmlessly.
“THANK YOU!” The Lich exclaimed, nearly shouting Kyle’s ears off again.
“Lower your voice dammit!” Kyle scolded the Lich.
“OH, SORRY.” The Lich’s voice lowered just enough, and Kyle sighed a breath of relief. He really wished the lich wouldn’t constantly forget this though.
“I WILL GET TO WORK NOW.” The Lich stated as he floated down from his throne of human bones, and approached the three baskets of crystal fruits.
“Actually,” Kyle interrupted him. “I’ve got a favour to ask.” He took out the larger crystal fruit from his inventory. The faint, sickly glow of the fruit shone as he raised it before the Cacophus’ eyes. “The large tree at the centre of the orchard is sick. The Locust God’s venom, or so the elves said. Can you find a way to cure it?”
The sound of metal hitting the rock walls of the caves echoed. The rhythmic sound was quite annoying, and clearly audible even after closing the door leading outside Cacophus’ room. Kyle’s gaze followed the Lich, who seemed to be disinterested in the noise. How he was not bothered was beyond Kyle, but then again, the man was dead. He had been dead for who knows how long, and he was a Lich. If anything, he must have developed quite the patience during the centuries he spent being dead. Kyle sighed. As much as Cacophus was dead, he was not. And this noise was seriously getting on his nerves. He wanted to ask what the hell the Lich was making his skeletal workforce do, other than meaninglessly expanding the caverns, but Cacophus had (very loudly) asked not to be disturbed as he inspected the crystal fruits. Kyle already regretted his choice to wait until he was done. He was seriously going through every single fruit, checking them one by one. Every time his bone fingers
The camp wasn’t too large, but it was crowded enough to make Kyle somewhat nervous. There were three goblins sitting around a campfire. All three of them had makeshift spears near them, and one of them had a shiny, possibly human made sword on its back. There were two tents, one of them was a bit torn, and Kyle could see through the tears that another goblin slept inside. He couldn’t spy any weapons though, so it would probably be fairly easy to kill. Atop a large rock on the other side of the campfire, an archer sat. The goblin was probably supposed to be a lookout but looking out was not what it was doing. It was cleaning its brown, dirty fingernails. “Right,” He repeated to try and calm his racing heart. This was going to be the first camp he ever cleared, and he wanted to do it properly. The levels of the creatures were all 19, with only the archer and the sleeping gobbling being 17. They were within the proper experience gain range. The only thin
First of all, Kyle thought to himself as he looked at the view before him, why on earth was there a high level metal tower shield in a random monster camp like this? Secondly, how come could a small goblin carry such a heavy piece of equipment? While he had no way of answering the first question, the second one was quite easy to figure out. The answer was that it was a goblin chieftain, not an ordinary goblin. “Oh.” Kyle muttered as he looked at the goblin chieftain from head to toe. First of all, the damn thing was about two meters tall. Secondly, it was wearing nothing but some rags, which made the cast metal tower shield look even more comical. But looking at the ground, at the miniature chasm the tower shield had left in the earth, Kyle wasn’t laughing. In fact, it was quite the opposite. “What the hell are you doing here?” he exclaimed. This goblin chieftain was an elite enemy. And elite enemies weren’t supposed to spawn often. In fact, t
The goblin chieftain’s scream nearly deafened Kyle as he ran through the woods. He could feel the ground tremble beneath his feet as the creature chased him among the trees. Kyle’s gaze leapt around, he scoured his surroundings as he hopped over the thick, tangled roots of the trees. Thankfully, most trees here were pine trees. They had thick, sturdy trunks, and planet of strong branches. Once he found a tree suitable to his needs, he slowed his steps. “Hey, slowpoke!” He shouted again to make sure the goblin chieftain’s attention was still on him and waited for it to approach. There was no space for the chieftain to charge at him at a straight line, the trees would block him every few steps, so the creature just walked towards him menacingly, holding the metal tower shield. Kyle shot a quick glance at the tree behind him over his shoulder. This had to work!...right? As soon as the creature was close enough, he stuck his tongue out, and mocked it some
‘Kyle – Lv. 20 Unclassed INT 10 | WIS 10 | DEX 10 | STR 10 | CON 10 Available Points: 20 Achievements: Lich Killer Player Kills: 6 Glory: 30 Key Items: -Cacophus' Phylactery Special Quests: -Cacophus' Plea -The Dying Orchard Inventory: - 2 Gold pieces - Cast Metal Shield (Unidentified) [+10 DEF]’ The more he stared at his stats panel, the more indecisive he felt. What if he didn’t like whatever stat he chose? He would need to wait for at least thirty more levels before he could pick a second class. “NECRO
Kyle prepared himself for a long, drawn out, and ultimately meaningless discussion. These were elves after all, they weren’t known to be the fastest at making impactful decisions. But no, just like everything else in this game, the elves proved him wrong. The process of ‘convening’, consisted of a handful of elves listening to their leader’s quick explanation, nodding, and urging him to go ahead. It was so fast that Kyle hadn’t even gotten the chance to sit down somewhere. The elven leader then applied the contents of the vial onto the tree roots, then stepped back and watched as the sickly white lines on the tree seemed to become tainted by something black. “We shall see whether this works or not.” The elven leader muttered. The other elves nodded, and once again disappeared in the greenery as quickly as they first came. “I hope it does,” Kyle said with a light-hearted chuckle. “Um, is there anything else I can help you with?” He fished for a quest.
The smell of smoke and ash filled his nostrils. Kyle dashed past the last few trees in his path, and immediately looked downhill, to where the pillar of smoke was rising from. His heart sank as the view stretched before him. His wooden house was no more. The last few remaining logs were still burning hot, and ash had covered the ground around the ruined house. A group of people were standing there, watching the last few dying flames as they consumed what was left of the house. “No…” Kyle whispered, his mind in chaos. Why? Why would anyone come and burn his house down? He’d never hurt anyone, not willingly. He’d left the players well alone ever since he’d gotten stuck in this game, and with the exception of that dumb Knight, they hadn’t even been aware of his presence. So then why? Why would they do this? Why would they destroy his home? He collapsed on his knees as he pressed his hand against his mouth. He couldn’t scream, he couldn’t yell at
He couldn’t sleep. No matter how much he tried, he simply couldn’t convince his body to relax, and his mind to let go of his worries for a short while. It just didn’t seem to work. He lay on the soft fur bed, staring at the rocky ceiling, wide awake. The lingering smell of smoke was still fresh in his mind, so were the words of the players who were on the hunt for him. All because of that stupid knight. He felt as if his life had suddenly been turned upside down. Why had this caused more alarm for him than being stuck in this game had? He let out a deep sigh. He didn’t think he would be able to sleep today. At least, he thought to himself, they hadn’t found Cacophus’ cave. At least he was safe for now, and so was the Lich. He wondered what would happen were the Lich to be killed. Since the phylactery was in Kyle’s inventory, he wouldn’t die permanently, right? Truth is, there was no way to know that. Aside from giving i