A
Brief Tale of Woe From the Sorcerer War
by Paranoia
Paranoia's story of his participation in the final Wireplay Summer Sorcerer War.
| By 9.00 a tea room full of fidgeting novices were
itching for the wave of the wand from our host for the
evening, the black elf Kyric the Arch Wizard, to make
them magically Sorcerers with all the powers that this
brings. The reset came and went, the deed was
done. Over 20 newly sorcerised players awaited the
countdown from Kyric (with one falling through the door
into the land armed with a weapon - who was promptly
brought back) before the carnage would be unleashed on
the land. Go! Players leapt into the portal to arrive across the Land. The scramble for weapons and protection was on in earnest as players dashed hither and thither according to individual plans to prepare for life and riches, or cold death. Being Paranoia, I was approached by Confidence to team up at the beginning (he would have to depart the Land before the conclusion of the war) to make a dent in our rivals numbers. Separated after leaving the tea-room I scouted the usual root for a sturdy staff to assail my foes but alas I was beaten to it by scant seconds. A magical spell identified several potential weapons remained unclaimed in the Land although an Undead of the number 8 possessed the best at this time. Wondrous weapons of sharp cold steel were seen in the Land this night with which to wreak havoc. Having obtained a life restoring biscuit and some magical intoxicating flowers I travelled to a dwelling and descended the depths to face the undead and obtain the weapon of tree destruction for myself. A brief fight ensued after I stole the axe from the foul undead and I descended further into the den of a powerful sorcerer to recover my strength. On waking I spied my colleague standing guard over me
armed with a mighty rapier and other items ready to go
out into the Land and silence the vile foes. The
obituary told me that 5 souls had been laid to rest at
this time, but Confidence and Paranoia rapidly traversed the wooded areas in search of lime giving biscuits in the mountain domain of the short tough peoples. Up and down the land they travelled together narrowly missing certain souls such as those named Archnon who vainly begged to join them in their quest - all were refused. Many fled the path of the pair this day narrowly avoiding conflict with such as those known as Aguila and Wellington . The land was scoured around lakes and formal gardens, in dwellings and graveyards, through pastures and forests to no avail. Confidence could feel his time in the land coming to a close and was beset by demons demanding a kill ere he left the magical Land for the toil of his employment. 6 or more of the mortals who had entered the Land were slain by this time but a multitude remained to be slaughtered for monetary gain and respect. A poor soul was found and promptly attacked by Confidence - my excited fingers were slow to swing the axe and the foe was vanquished before I could strike a blow - the obituary recorded Confidence as the Victor. A second attack on one of the Antman peoples was made but in haste - a succession of blows rained on Confidence and Paranoia reducing our stamina and our strength was failing - then Confidence fell to a strong blow from the Antman. I know not whether I fled or the Antman allowed my escape but I stumbled weakly out of the area randomly to avoid pursuit, having exhausted my restoring biscuits and flowers. I happened across a motley bunch of four foul fellows armed and dangerous. Though in disarray their leader Peewee identified me from an earlier skirmish and shouted "Kill Paranoia" whereupon I was fighting for my life against four stout foes. Feeling the wounds on my body I fled and grabbed my equipment to rest before rejoining the fray. Alas I stumbled into a pair of cut-throats who intended to attack me in my weakened state. I again had to bow my head in defeat and flee with my equipment. Fate was not with me this day as I fell into the clutches of one known as Johnboy who revelled in attacking my near dead body with vicious blows of his weapon. Once again escaping but feeling Death's cold fingers reaching for my soul I stumbled in wrong directions delirious from the beatings I had received. Just wait - I shall rest and heal and return for my revenge. But it was not to be. I staggered into the location of one evil demon named Crumpet who rapidly extinguished my life... I could see my sorcerous life-force ripped from me... I felt cold, clammy and the panic receding as the comforting words rolled into view... Not updating persona. |