The Quest of Andorran (Part 2)

The girls were standing in the kitchen.

Peach, Ella, Naomi, Poison and Joss, all in their undies and all angry.

With their laptops looking at the entrance screen and that annoying smirk of Frugal Lucre.

Joss was standing with the phone in her hand. She had the others listening in.

They had been in the queue for support services of the Lords of Andorran game for over 20 minutes.

Ella and Naomi were on their laptops searching through the internet. For information. Because….

What the Heck was going on?

The girls had tried everything to get their main characters back but… they were gone… like really gone. They had tried logging out and in, they had tried to restart their computers. Poison even rebooted her entire system. Then they tried to reinstall the system. They also tried to program some mods to help them get past… whatever it was Frugal Lucre had done… but to no avail.

In the end, they decided to do the one thing that all gamers fret to do… call support.

Joss was on phone duty, and Peach was all devastated. Her wonderful gaming night had become… anything but a wonderful gaming night.

Ella: Wow…

The girls all looked over at Ella.

Ella: All the forums report of a mass killing of some of the most powerful players in the entire game.

Naomi: Not only that, the Green Hill Stronghold of Aaron the Giant has been destroyed… and so has the Tower of Hammer in the Eindulun Valley.

Peach: Noooooo… not the Tower…

Peach, who had rested her face on the kitchen table looked up… only to hit her face down on the table again.

Peach: That Tower was so… awesome…

Poison: And Aaron’s Stronghold had the most awesome dungeon ever… I honestly borrowed some of his designs.

Ella: I think the entire game is taken over by Frugal… I don’t think he was lying to us… And also… we are not the only ones who have lost characters. In fact… shortly after they killed us, there was a gathering of the top players on the server. They gathered up and stormed both Frugal and Lord Ed.

Ella shook her head: They all perished. All lost their characters. JoJo the Paladin, wielder of Gaza’s flame. Skolldread the Crusher. Jaguar the Guardian of the Everfree lands… they are all gone…

The girls all looked defeated. Those were some of the best players in the game. They had some of the best equipment as skills that the game could even provide…

If they couldn’t defeat Frugal and Ed… then… who could?

Joss heard that the phone had stopped playing La Cucaracha in her ear, and a diletone had been heard.

Joss: Girls, shush I think I am through.

The girls all fell silent and they looked intensely on Joss. Even Peach looked up at her with hope in her eyes.

Operator: We are very sorry. But the support services are at this moment more busy than usual. We hope for your patience… A line has been formed.

Joss: Well… at least I am in the line…

Operator: You are now number 4.000.343 in the line…

Joss: WHAT!!!???

Peach’s head hit the table again.

Ella looked utterly defeated and Naomi closed her laptop.

Even Poison, who rarely showed any emotions at all, looked sad…

Joss placed the phone back in its holder.

Joss: No way… no fucking way am I gonna stand for this.

Ella: There isn’t really more to be done. We can’t get access to our players again. They are gone… forever.

Peach: 3000 hours… gone in less than 3 minutes… clicking on that damn mouse… collecting weapons and gold and resources…

Poison was clicking at her laptop.

Poison: odd…

Joss looked over at her.

Poison: It seems you can still play the game… one of my older characters is still playable… look, I am in.

Joss went over to look her over the shoulder.

True… Poison was loading… the loading screen was just… very different.

Joss: Wait a minute… THAT’S US!

The screen showed an illustration. And it was clearly a depiction of Frugal and Ed defeating and destroying Joss and her friends.

Naomi had come over to see, and so had Ella: What the heck?

Finally… Poison was in.

Joss: Wow…

Ella: Oh god…

Naomi: Wait… is that… the statue of King Glorwald?

Poison: I… I was last at the center of Glorwind City square when I logged out… I was so tired of playing warrior class… It wasn’t macabre enough. But… the city… it has changed…

Joss: Changed? It’s in ruins!

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Poison looked around. It was true.

The once mighty capital city of Glorwind was… devastated. The buildings were all ablaze and the huge castle at the end of the Main Street, down by the sea… It was like a towering burning hand… reaching for the red sky.

Poison walked her character through the rubbles in order to get the castle. On her way she saw a multitude of dead NPC’s. Some of them were of the Glowind Royal Guard… Some of the most unbeatable characters in the entire game. They lay dead all over.

It was a NPC massacre.

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Joss: Oh my gosh… they killed the entire Royal Guard…

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Poison made her way into the rubble of the castle. It was not without danger.

She actually took damage from the fires and the rubbles that fell from the crumbling roof. She ended up making her way to the throne room.

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Ella made an actual gasp…

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The entire Royal Family of Andorran was slain.

The Queen and all her children, and the throne was broken… the golden throne…

The symbol of the Alliance between Men, Elves and Dwarfs… it was destroyed…

The King…

Poison ran up the room until she reached the King who was laying face down on the stairs to the throne… the 3 golden griffon statues were melting right next to him.

Poison pulled the King over to see him cough up blood.

Poison: Your Majesty…

King Glorwild the second looked at Poison with eyes that seemed to be ready to pass over to… to wherever NPC’s would go when… when their code was no more?

Glorwild: I… I fear…

He coughed more blood.

Glorwild: I fear… the end has come… to our fair nation… doom… is upon us…

The King coughed some more.

Glorwild: That such… dark hours… should befall my reign…

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The girls all looked in shock and terror at the noble King. Peach was holding a hand over her mouth, and even Joss felt the tears pressing her.

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Glorwild: Such power… such villainy… such… senseless destruction…

The King reached for something under his armor. He pulled out the Royal seal, a golden medallion and handed it to Poison.

Glorwild: Only… a true hero… can save Andorran… Find him… Find the chosen one… Give him this… it will grant him… the last holdout… the last sanctuary… Find him… find… him… and name him… name him… your champion…

With that, the king let out one last gasp… and passed away in Poison’s arms… she held onto the medallion as the King now lay dead on the stairs of the throne room.

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The girls all let out a shocking gasp… they saw one of the most noble and generous of all NPCs that had ever been programmed… die… right in front of them…

Peach: Get out of there Poison…

Ella: But… but the king… his family… we have to at least…

Naomi: There is no time! Hurry Poison, get out before…

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Frugal: Ah… what do you know…

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The girls all gasped in fear.

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Frugal: It seemed the king survived… and what a touching scene he performed in his last coded days.

Frugal was astride a gigantic black 3 headed dragon with huge claws and glowing green eyes. The mighty beast snarled at Poison.

Poison looked at the evil villain who now seemed to have given himself all the trait points he could muster.

Now… he actually fitted the equipment he was wearing.

Frugal: I wonder what that old bag of outdated code could have to say to an insignificant pebble like you.

Poison was at this point only a level 22 warrior apprentice… nowhere near a challenge for anything…

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Ella: What do you do now?

Poison frowned: The only thing I seem to be able to…

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Frugal: So… what are you choosing, young warrior? Death… or handing that little trinket over?

Poison: I choose… This!

Poison pulled up the transport stone… all players had one, and once every day, they could transport to a set waypoint, instantly. It was luck, that Poison had set the waypoint to…

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Naomi: The Glorwind Stables… REALLY!?

Poison: Hey I was looking for a mount…

Naomi: Girl, they are like a small run from the castle… and nothing at all in dragon flight…

They heard a roar in the game…

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Still holding the dead body of the king, Poison threw him over the shoulder and placed him on the back of the last horse in the stable. She mounted the beast and rode off the stone clad roads.

The horse was a sturdy and strong beast with long legs and a huge stamina, it would be able to carry her all the way to… to the last stronghold. She reached the forest and drove the horse off the path to get under the cover of the mighty oaks of the Glorwind forests.

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Naomi: What are you doing?

Poison: I am getting away from that lunatic, what does it look like?!

Ella: WATCH OUT!!

The girls: GYAAAAA!!!!

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The 3 headed dragon Frugal rode as a mount had broken through a clearing in the trees and seemed to bite after Poison and her mount.

Frugal also shot his green lighting after her, but she managed to evade him and her horse rode on.

The wild chase continued through the forest.

Frugal set his mount to fly again, and this time, he decided to burn down the entire green forest of Glorwind. The monster's fire wasn’t the warm fire familiar to humans, no… it was the cursed green flame… known as demon fire…

Only a few monsters knew how to produce that… and the black 3 headed dragon was one of them. The cursed flame sprung with mighty speed through the forest and though the woodland was both green and rich in rain all year… did the trees burst into flames as if they were as dry as firewood.

Poison drove her mount to ride ever faster, but the fire seemed to catch up with her.

With breaknecking speed did she reach the gorge… several hundred clicks from the nearest bridge. With the fire behind her, and the dragon flying above her… there was really only one way out…

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Poison pressed ‘W’ and ‘Spacebar’.

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Her mount jumped into the gorge… and deep deep below her, in the roaring cold waters of the Eludin River… did she plunge herself…

Caught in the waves did she fight her battle to keep her mount near the surface, and with new horrors in sight did she manage to keep the horse from throwing her off.

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Peach: Get out of there, Poison, Get out of the water!

Poison: I am trying!

Ella: Look out!

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The black monster dragon had once again appeared. It was clawing its way through the gorge in order to get to her. Frugal was smiling like a lunatic.

Frugal: Feast upon her, my pet…

The 3 heads all aimed for Poison… She covered herself… But… nothing happened.

Frugal: What?! NO!! STOP THAT! STOP THAT NONSENSE NOW!

Poison saw that the 3 heads all 3 had tried to eat her… resulting in all 3 heads fighting between themselves. Poison was sliding under the beast unharmed while Frugal was cursing and yelling at his mount.

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Joss: I guess 3 heads aren’t always better than one…

Peach: Oh no…

Joss: What? Frugal is not noticing anything…

Peach: Look…

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Poison looked in front of her…

Poison: Oh no… The Eludin Fall…

The largest waterfall in all of Andorran. It was a merciless fall.

Poison immediately began to urge her horse to swim for shore… but the currents were too strong.

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Peach: Come on Poison… get out… get out of there…

Poison: I am trying!

Ella: Come one!

Joss: Poison! POISON!!

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Poison and her horse were now swimming against the stream, but with every second, they drew closer to what seemed the end of the world.

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The girls all screamed as Poison fell over the edge and into the abyss…

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The girls all saw the screen turn dark.

They all sunk their heads in hopelessness. Another unnecessary death… And with her loss… the loss of the amulet, and the last sanctuary… whatever that was…

Poison: Wait… girls… I… I… I am in spirit form!

The girls all looked up.

Peach: But… but I thought… I thought Frugal said that… when you die, you die…

The game was made so, should you die, you were to find your body and spawn it again… back in the good days before Lucre.

Ella: Perhaps… Perhaps he hasn’t rewritten the entire code just yet… maybe death by gravity isn’t final.

Poison: So I just have to find my body again, and respawn.

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A few hours later… Yes, it took that long… the game world was gigantic… did Poison find her body… it was at the shores of the river in the Green lands. She regained her consciousness and coughed up water from her lungs.

When she finally could raise herself in her arms, she noticed she was still hugging the body of the king.

Poison sighed and looked around. Frugal seemed to have called off his hunt.

He was seemingly convinced that she was dead. But no… Although not in full health… Poison was still alive… although the wounded trait was bleeding her health and her stamina was therefore very very low without regaining.

This meant she couldn’t carry too many things in her inventory.

She had to drop all the collected garbage, and also her armor and weapons.

She looked at the body of the king and decided to carry him into the forest.

Poison carried him into a small clearing. Here she began to dig… She dug a grave, and marked it by a tree. She placed the King in the hole and covered his body.

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The girls all stood in awe at the grave.

Joss: Long live the King…

Poison, Naomi, Ella, Peach: Long live the King.

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Poison began walking. She had to find the last sanctuary. The Medallion showed the way.

It was made in gold, but covered in brilliant colored gems around the edge. These glowed in the direction she had to walk. It took her deep into the heartlands of Andorran. Soon the Green lands were behind her, and she walked through the murky bogs of Ailhaven. She had to stay on the paths as these swamps contained too strong NPC’s for her to handle.

She later moved past these horrid lands until she came to the Riverlands near to Gloomy mountains. Rolling hills and spots of green had replaced the forests and swamps. Vast open fields of endless grasslands.

Poison kept walking… until… at long last… she walked in a forest again. Although a welcome cover, this was unknown territory to her. Not many players ventured this far outside of the playing zones. There were no known dungeons in these parts… and therefore, no reason to build strongholds.

There was no pull, nor push to get here.

A steep rock formation with high walls of natural cliffs came to her sight… This was known as the Amunet Ridge. The ancient texts of the Andorran/Wikipedia had this place listed in the category of insignificant places. Nothing of value at all was to be found here in these hills, or at this place.

Poison saw… that these ridge… this lousy rock… was her destination…

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Ella: I… I don’t get it… why the heck has the amulet brought you here? This place is not at all important… The nearest village is known as Bugtown and is just a small collection of farmers, peasants and a few Inns and… nothing more…

Poison: I don’t know… but… the amulet says that this is the last sanctuary.

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Poison's character sat down on the ground. She was trying to cover herself from the rain and the cold. The bleeding effect hadn’t stopped at all, so the long journey had been even more annoyingly long.

It had been possible for Poison to hitch a ride with NPCs that drove load after load of digital goods around the lands, but still… not being able to ride herself had been annoying.

Finally she was here, but… but there was nothing… She was getting a cold trait and its negative effects were setting in.

She brought out the amulet and she looked at it.

The King must have forgotten to tell her how to enter the place…

In frustration… she tossed the damn thing away.

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Naomi: Pick that up!

Poison: Why? The damn thing is useless!

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Night Time came to the game.

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Poison: I am down to 10 health points… This isn’t good.

Ella: There must be something somewhere but… No matter where I search I… I can’t find anything that even hints of something called… the last sanctuary…

Hopelessness sat in again and… just as the girls thought all hope was out…

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Poison saw how she was bathed in white light from not only the moon above her… but also… from the wall… right behind her.

She came to her feet and looked upon a shining doorway in the cliff.

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Joss: Well I’ll be…

Naomi: Wow…

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Poison stood so she could read the script on the walls.

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Ella took screenshots and instantly translated them in the online Andorran to English translator.

Ella: The text says; The last sanctuary. Birthplace of the chosen one… speak his name… and enter…

Poison: What the heck does that mean?

Naomi: Get the damn medallion and we will probably know!

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Poison hurried over to pick up the medallion and walked back to the doorway.

In the centerpiece of the glowing ornaments she saw a place to put the medallion. She placed it, so the seal went outside, and managed to turn it around. It clicked and up sprang a screen which said:

Write the name of the chosen one’s mail:

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Poison: So… so we get to pick the next player who will save our game?

Naomi: Well… what are you waiting for, type one of us in!

Joss: No wait no!

The girls all looked at Joss.

Joss: We can’t… we can’t type our address in… I am sure you are meant to type in an address of someone who has never ever played it… any way… you heard the king… only a true hero can save Andorran… only a real hero… And I don’t know about you girls… but I know only of one person in the entire world… who lives up to that.

Joss smiled at them all.

Naomi blushed. So did Ella. Peach began to giggle and Poison’s eyes seemed to look a million places at once.

Joss: You know whom I speak of… A man sworn to valor, who’s heart knows only virtue, and who’s blade defends the helpless, his might upholds the weak, his words speak only truth, and his wrath undoes the wicked…

Joss turned to the window and looked out into the gardens of Peaches…

Joss: None other… than Ron Dean Stoppable!

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Ron: OH FUCK I AM CUMMING!

At Ron Stoppable’s mansion, Ron shot his first morning load of sperm deep, deep… deep into the stomach of his girlfriend, Shego.

Shego was on her back… being facefucked into bliss… she too was cumming…

Ron: Oh fuck Shego… you are such a good morning fuck…

Shego rocked her tits… she loved it when her master praised her.

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To be continued.