The Chronicles of Lore: Geek’s Journey – Part 2

*Ellonnah hid away in Queen Safiria’s palace away from the war and the Chaos. She had a fair relationship and was able to stow away to complete her writings in exchange for protection and loyalty, should she be invaded during the short time. Loyalty, she would always have from Ellonnah. It broke her heart to see Chaos sweep through the land, and to watch so many of her beloved friends turn to side with the very thing they’d fought for 5 years to destroy. It wasn’t fair…
Ellonnah sat at a desk in Safiria’s library and let down her hair. It draped across her face, for that’s how she preferred to think. Carefully, she recalled the tale as Geek continued to tell it. She dipped her quill and scrawled hastily across the parchment of The Chronicles. After all, she needed to write as much of Geek’s story as she could before one of them went the way of all flesh.*

 

*As told by Geek*

 

I remember hearing from some passing soldiers at the pub that Sepulchure had risen to power, and it seemed his next move would pass through the village. I did all I could to prepare us for seizure, I lead training sessions, helped families store food in shelters. What came next, no one was prepared for. Even me.

The school bell tolled in the night, the signal. I woke Byron from his sleep and told him to dress and arm himself, that it was time. We stormed out of the house to see the undead army approaching the fields, torches in hand. Byron’s face twisted into a rage as the sky lit ablaze with his fields. Animals shrieked and bellowed in fright, stomping and running around and away.

The other villagers had rallied behind us, ready for the attack. I felt a touch on my arm, the maiden I’d grown fond of. We smiled weakly at each other, but her eyes were full of truth and despair. We would be no match. We knew it. We all knew it. But she was proud, and that was the strength I needed to shout “ONWARD, ATTACK!!!” We all ran into the force of bones and rot and flesh, slicing through the undead like butter, but they kept coming endlessly. As the villagers grew exhausted, our numbers fell quickly. I saw children, wives, and friends beg for mercy before falling in heaps on the dusty ground.

I pressed onward as much as I could. That scream will echo through my mind forever, though. She fell to the ground only feet away from me. I turned to Byron, who was still prime for fighting to try covering for me, and then I ran to her. She was already gone. I pressed her to my chest in an embrace, a single tear streaking the dusty dirt caked on her face. I can’t say I loved her, for I never had the chance to find out. I lifted her into my arms and carried her into the burning fields where she was laid to rest. I had no time to dwell on her, though, and I turned to return to battle when…

—*THUD*—

I woke in a dank, stony cell, with my head throbbing. A cold laugh sounded and I opened my eyed. Dark red armour at my feet, a large body in full matching armor and a horned helm before me. Sepulchure himself.

“You… you are valuable, and will remain here until I need you… You may keep up your strength and trainings. You will need it when the time comes…” He growled and walked away. The iron doors closed, and I remained in the cell another night.

In the morning, my cell door creaked open, and a young man stepped in. He seemed fit, agile and strong. He introduced himself only as my trainer, saying having a name let others think they can control you. We would practice each day at his martial arts techniques. They really were quite effective, and I grasped each concept quickly. It wasn’t long before I was swift and smooth like water, and just as deadly.

We had a good bond, my trainer and I. One afternoon we took a break for lunch. He told me I could call him “Kage” and expressed that that was his rank of skill. I asked him what I was, he smiled and let out a small laugh before telling me that he still had much to teach me before he’d give me a rank. I finished my sandwich and we finished up our training for the day.

Weeks later, I remember awaking to a thundering force shaking the castle that floated on the back of a dracolich. It was Drakath, attacking with his Chaos energy. As the universe split, I was thrown against a wall in my cell where I blacked out. The secrets of the universe filled my mind in those few moments. Well, most of them, anyway. “Kage” burst in and open my cell.

“You have to run, you need to get out of here!” he shouted. “This is it, this is what you were trained for, go!” I stood up just as we were rocked once again. Kage flew across the dungeon and smashed the wall on the other side. I ran to his aid, but he was beyond any healing I could provide. He looked up at me weakly. “Run…” he said. “Run… Jonin…” I nodded, and he closed his eyes for the last time.

 

The Chronicles of Lore: Geek’s Journey – Part 1

*Ellonnah had set up camp in the forest, roasting a boar over her small fire. She perched herself on a log and thought fondly about her past and wishes things were only so easy… Now she finds herself constantly on the run or in hiding with few she can trust. She particularly recalls when she met Geek, and a smile plays at her lips. Then she remembers the stories he’d told her when they’d journeyed together across Lore. She drew her quill and the Chronicles from her knapsack and began to write. She liked writing and she didn’t have much chance to do it herself. This time it shall be done magic-free… well, almost. She enjoyed the fact that she never had to refill the nib. And so she wrote…*

-As told by Geek-

I remember almost nothing of my life until shortly before I met you, Ellonnah. Who I am, where I come from, or, well, really what I am. I woke at the bottom of that cliff in the beginning of AdventureQuest Worlds next to a golden spear and that is where my life as I know it begins. I grabbed the ornate spear curiously in my clutch and wandered into the first town I came across, entering the local tavern. It was dark, lit by candles. I remember it quite well. I ordered a stein of juice and sat at a lonely table.

“Hey, you,” someone called behind me. I’m sure I looked quite out of place. “You’re new around here… What’s your name?”

I paused and, I’m not even sure where it came from, but I answered, “Geek.”

“Geek? Well, Geek, so you have any skills? That’s a fine looking spear. You any good with it? I could use a friend with some good hunting skill.” A large man with a long, bushy beard stepped into the candlelight, pulled out a chair and sat at the table with me.

“I… don’t know…” I answered. He grunted and said to let him show me. I grabbed my (I assume) spear and we went out into the dusk and he showed me some basic technique. I got the hang of it in an impressive amount of time.

I learned the man’s name was Byron and he ran a small farm outside of the town. He offered to let me stay in his home and would feed me in exchange for barn chores, and said he’d practice with me and teach me more advanced skills with various weapons. It was good to learn with as many as possible in order to protect the farm, he told me.

Over time I’d learned about the the war in Lore, about King Alteon and Sepulchure’s rivalry, and of villages being burned and overrun with undead. I became friends with most everyone I met. I even took fancy in a maiden near town. I did my chores daily and practiced with my weapons in the evenings. I could spear fish from the river, too. I did this in my free time.

I was the finest warrior the small village had seen, and so easily. I could hunt and out kill the best of them and in every spar they faced the tip of my spear, often more than once. I sometimes talked with warriors and travelers in the tavern of how things would be if the village were to be next attacked and quickly rubbed such notions from my mind. The town was so small and insignificant. Everything would be just fine…

 

*I am soooo sorry this took so long to post! My laptop is an evil, wicked creature and it took me two weeks to outsmart enough to get this posted…. I hope you enjoyed! I will try not to let that happen again. We shall see.*

The Chronicles of Lore: Ellonnah’s Journey [end (FINALLY!)]

*Ellonnah is breathless but silent as she sweeps through the doors of an inn she was quite familiar with. Here, she knew she would be safe and well-protected. She clutched her Tome and removed her velvet green cloak, nodding and greeting Yulgar as she passed by the bar. “Oh, Yulgar?” she asked the innkeeper, who looked up from the stein he was cleaning. “Yes, madame?” “The bath room is clear, right? You were aware I would be arriving.” “Oh, uh, yes, madame. I had to beat Cysero away with a broom, but it’s clear.” “Thank you,” she smiled gently.

 

Ellonnah continued up the stairs, brought the tub to temperature and added suds before climbing in. She summoned her book and quill which floated before her. The quill began to write as she began to speak.*

 

I must admit, there was another reason I returned to town… besides the fact that I secretly enjoy hearing the tales of drunkards, warriors, travelers, and sailors.

Cysero.

Even the name makes my heart skip! In my first travels through Battleon, I met the man known as the “Mad Weaponsmith”. He was tall, funny, and perhaps a bit insane. He showed me his clubhouse and there gave me an amulet at our first meeting. It exploded in a mess of enchanted purple yogurt. I never want to see yogurt again… But he had a charm about him, and I couldn’t keep away. I would try to assist him at his forge, and if I felt the situation was a little… “iffy”… I’d simply admire from afar as I practiced my charms or healed wounded heroes.

It was nice of the trainers to let me practice in their halls. I kept up my skills, got better at others, and rarely lost focus from watching Cysero through the windows. Except that one time when my acid weapon enchantment actually turned the WEAPON into acid! Oopsy!

One evening I was among a group of soldiers and hunters, all of us drinking juice from Yulgar’s bar at a large round table when we heard it; the bells from the tower rang out. Sepulchure’s army had invaded. I was out there healing the wounded, blasting away the undead. I was unstoppable! A blast of fire whizzed past me and I retreated to the balcony of the Inn. I sat in deep concentration trying to remember a shielding spell from Father’s book. I held out an arm and my staff and chanted the words I recalled. A glow of cool white light swelled in front of me, becoming larger with the intensity of the spell. I shouted

Enemies may fly
Enemies may fall
circaling arms 
raise me a wall!!!

The blast shook the town in a firey flash, wiping away the undead invasion, and I collapsed in exhaustion.

I felt a sharp jabbing in my side as I came to. I opened my eyes to a man knelt down and holding out his hand. He’d been poking me with the blunt end of his spear. “Need a hand, miss?” he said with a smile. I took his hand and he hoisted me up. “The name is Geek, well, OptionalGeek. But you can call me Geek.”

“Ellonnah, but Ell, please.” I responded softly. I was still quite light headed. We sat at a table and had a drink, talking about what had happened, where each of us was from, and where we were going. Before long we were leaving the inn together, kicking at bones along the ground, and walking towards Greenguard without a clue in the world of what would be in store for us. I glanced back at my beloved Cysero one last time and felt no regret, so I kept walking. I knew this was the right choice.

 

The Chronicles of Lore: Ellonnah’s Journey, P.3

*Ellonnah runs through the woods, frantic. She grasps closely to the Chronicles tome and her enchanted quill and runs east. There is smoke nearby and men shouting loudly not far behind her. She spots a hollowed stump large enough to fit her cosy and hids, opening the tome and finding the next blank page by the wave or her hand. Softly, she whispered as her inkless quill scrawled upon the rough paper*

I was passed this tome by my dearest friend Amon, who has entrusted me with the difficult task of keeping Lores stories true and safe. Secrets, spells, maps to lands new and old, sacred, hidden, and open. With this comes the burden of being constantly sought and my life a danger. This burden is certainly far to much for a single maiden to share, so I will share it with you. Please, heed my knowledge and use it wisely. 

I continue now with my tale, for the person possessing such power should be known. I shall keep it brief. I fear I have little time.

 

After the loss of my father, I was devastated. I knew, however, that I could not idly wander with the poor skills I had. I couldn’t even save myself during the attack. I journeyed west from Swordhaven toward Battleon. I had heard great mages and healers could be found there and I could certainly use the experience of an apprenticeship. It would be a long distance to travel, so I made use of my time, healing plants, helping animals, freezing and thawing water, stirring leaves with the flicker of my wrist. By the second full moon I could ignite a full fire from the few sparks that I was able to summon. Fire was definitely not my forte! I once accidently ignited my tunic, then soaked myself from head to foot with a water summons. Oi, I do wish I had more control… Next thing you know I’ll have set half of Greenguard ablaze…

When I arrived to town on the eve of the third moon. Warlic, the great mage, told me of a tower used to train paladin knights of King Alteon’s. Young knights. They were thought to fight, taught to control their skills, and they had room enough for a mage as skilled as myself. I trained at first in the art of healing until it had been mastered, then we worked on other magics until I had become adept in nearly each magic offered. My favorite training, though, was the day I was taught to apply my destruction skills to my archery. In the following weeks, I became fully knighted as a true Paladin HighLord of King Alteon. I took my title and left to return to Battleon.

The Chronicles of Lore: The Journey of Heroes- Ellonnah, P.2

I do apologize for my tale taking so long. I will make up for it. Everyone’s stories shall be expanded! Hey, gotta inform the people, yes? Tonight I will share part two, and yes, it is even more sad. Poor Amon… I will need to find a waterproofing spell from Father’s notes.

Many a night was spent seeking shelter from various inns around Lore. Bel-gaar would spend his coin on wenches and ale, Father would keep to a room we shared. Often, I would go out into the woods and hunt. I fashioned myself a decent bow, my personal weapon of choice. Leatherwing, while quick, made great targets. They were plentiful around Pinewood. Father made me wary of the trolls and bears that roamed, and told me to steer clear of the marshlands.

I grew up in this new life. From a child to an adolescent I was raised to shoot straight and true, and learned my skills as a mage from my father. I learned healing best of all, though. I mastered it in the time we’d been together. There was no better way for us to bond than over magic. It was magic that would soothe me when I’d awaken in the night, screaming. Terrors of watching my people drown, my mother attacked, my home destroyed filled my dreams. It was his magic that would calm me and twist my nightmares into dreams of the future, bright, colorful, and lovely.

I was a woman, now.

I took my bow and retrieved a quiver of newly cut arrows and set out to forest on my own. I bagged a few leatherwings and almost managed to take down a grizzy, but I couldn’t get enough arrows in before she ran off into the woods. It was approaching nightfall and I was nearing Swordhaven. The sky was a bright red, I could see dark clouds over the castle. Dark clouds? Bright red? No, this shouldn’t be… it’s too late at night. Trouble! There it was, the faint smell of smoke hit my nostrils. I creeped closer toward gates into Swordhaven along the stone border. I climbed a tree to get a good look over and was terrified by the sight I found. The village was burning, Sepulchure’s army was invading and his minions seemed to be everywhere. I had to get home, then.

I descended from the tree and began to run only to find myself surrounded by undead minions. Terrified, I took a step back. A bony hand wrapped around my arm, while another decayed hand covered my mouth as I screamed, a tear running the length of my cheek.

“Heh, heh, heh…” a foul stench breathed into my ear. I squeezed my eyes tightly, preparing for emanate death. Suddenly, the grip loosened and I was freed. I turned to find Bel-gaar standing tall, staff in hand. I looked around for my father and found him, tearing apart the undead that surrounded me moments before.

The four minions had become to ten, and it sounded like more were leaving the village to rally against us.

“Run, Ellonnah! Go with Bel-Gaar.” Father shouted before turning to his trusted bodyguard. “Find her a place where she will be safe.”

Bel-gaar grunted with a nod, “Yes, King Nerulle.” He grabbed me and ran, hiding me within site among some thorny brambles. “Stay low, shoot well. I know you will do well.” His eyes were dark and twinkled. He kissed my forehead before heading back into the thick of the battle.

I drew an arrow and targeted the oncoming minions from the Swordhaven gate. I was on a roll, five down, when I heard it. A long, low groan. Everything from there seemed to happen in slow-motion. I turned my head, golden locks of hair whipping against my face. My father, a mighty king, fell to his knees. Sepulchure’s minion drew his sword from my father’s side, his blood dripping from the jagged tip. The look of anguish destroyed my heart, I was in shock. The minion drew his arm back and smashed my father’s face with the hilt of his sword. Daddy lay on the ground, unmoving.

I drew my bow, sending arrows flying at the enemy through heavy tears of sorrow and anger. Down they went, piles of bones one after the other. I was down to three arrows, drew and took aim when I saw Bel-gaar go down. Stabbed from behind. I moved my bow and struck down his attacker. I grabbed for my wand and touched my circlet in prayer. I shouted the first powerful incantation I could think of and shot the spell into the air. In a blast of blue light, they had gone, each minion collapsed at last, as did I at the power of the blast. I muttered under my breath a simple restoration spell and recovered, stumbling toward my loved ones.

Bel-gaar was closest to me, dead… I closed his eyes and kissed his forehead as he did mine. Tears fell on his pale flesh and I whimpered, “Thank you for protecting me all these years. You have served our family well. “ I eyed his staff and took it, fashioning it to my back. I felt stronger when I approached my Father. He was still alive, but only just. His wounds were far too deep for my magic to fix.

“My beautiful Ellonnah,” He smiled weakly as he touched my cheek, “you look like me, but with your mother’s fiery spirit.” He reached into his robes and withdrew a weathered book. “Take this, learn all you can. You will be even greater than I. Know I will love you, always. You will be a proper queen someday.”

“I love you, Daddy…” I choked, kissing his cheek. “You were a true and mighty king…”

 

He smiled and his hand fell from my face. I collapsed over his body and cried until it hurt. I was orphaned, now. Left alone in the world without anyone who cares. It was truly the hardest thing I’ve ever done. I didn’t want to let go, I just wanted to be with my father, and he has been taken from me…

At last I stood, took his spellbook, and wiped away the tears from my face. I couldn’t stay like this. He would want better for me. I cannot let him down. I would make it my mission to become the greatest hero I could, and protect Lore from the evils plaguing the land so they may not take away from others what they have from me…

*To Be Continued…. again…*

 

The Chronicles of Lore: The Journey of Heroes- Ellonnah, P.1

I see some things are missing from the Chronicles about my story. This makes sense, though. My homeland was not a part of Lore, but it’s own separate territory. Isla de los Magos, it was called, the Island of Mages. It was a beautiful, glorious land protected from the sight of others by hundreds of skilled mages working together to ensure our constant security. The rain was warm, the sea a deep green. Rare, magical flora spread throughout in rich growth. I remember being in my mother’s garden when I was small, telling jokes with the chuckle brush and playing hide and seek around the brazen bramble with the fae who tended the plants. Mother, Queen Mellora… she was so beautiful. Long, brown locks hung over her shoulder in an elegant braid. She had such gentle brown eyes, just as I do. I miss her dearly. Her smile seemed to make the island even brighter. I felt so safe with her. I apologize if I cry… I’ll have to see if I can find a spell to remove the staining from the pages before Amon finds out.

One day, though, everything changed. I awoke feeling strange, not so cheery, and it was clear everyone else felt the same. My breakfast, normally an elegant family affair, was short and silent. I remember the weary look upon my father’s face. He seemed so aged. He was not the bright-eyed man I had seen only ago when he tucked me into bed. “Father? What’s going on?” I asked, breaking the silence. He hesitated and his brow furrowed as he thought of how to phrase something. We had a pact, though. We wouldn’t ever keep secrets from each other. “My darling, Ellie..,” he began, “There was an attack on our shores, a monster of some kind. No one seems to remember seeing anything, well anyone that survived.” My eyes were fixed on his steely gaze and he continued. “Many of the enchanters that protect our land and keep it thriving lost their lives and now our homeland is at risk. If the creature is that strong, I have no doubt he could destroy everything we know.”

I was shocked at this. My home, how could it possible be destroyed? My friends, my family gone? This seemed unfathomable to me. I glanced at my mother who kept her head down and finished her meal. The doors to the dining room burst open as Bel-gaar, my father’s bodyguard, stormed in, followed by a small troop. “You’re highness, Nerulle, the barriers have fallen, sir!” My father rose quickly from his chair and silently lead the men into his tactic room. Mother gracefully dismissed herself and retreated to her quarters. I returned to my room, where I cried. I grabbed the wand my father had given me for my birthday, rosewood, set with clear quartz. I stowed it into a small bag along with a few robes, gemstones, and potions before dressing myself into my hunting gear. I almost left the room before remembering… my mother’s circlet. It was blessed to protect me with good luck and given to me at birth. I left my room for the kitchens, stowed a few provisions in my bag and set my heart on a northwest passage of the castle that took me up to my favorite tower. You could see everything without being seen there. It was my safe haven.

I unlatched the trapdoor only to hear the pathetic cries of the people I know and love from afar. I peered across the forest as a monstrous tentacled creature appeared to be collapsing the land into the depths below. “Kathool…,” the name escaped my lips. He shrieked, filling the skies with an unbearable cry that made me collapse in pain as I clutched my ears tightly. He was getting close, though. It almost sounded like he was calling out to me. “ELLONNAAAAHHH!!!” My mother emerged from the trapdoor and embraced me, smearing cool tears against my cheek. “Oh my darling girl, what are you doing!? Run! Run to the east corridor and head to the dungeons, now! You will meet up with your father there,” she said, weeping. “But Mother, what about you? You have to come, too!” I fought. “I’m sorry, darling, but I must protect my people, and serve our King… Be safe, my sweet girl. I will find you when this over.” she kissed my forehead and turned, preparing a difficult spell. I heeded her words, looked back at her one last time, drinking in her beauty and bravery, took off down the hatch and ran.

I found Father and Bel-gaar waiting for me, talking about what needed to be done. I was greeted by a big hug and a kiss upon my cheek from my father. “I’m so glad you are safe. Let us move forth, I’m sure Mellora has put up quite the defense,” his face was fraught with worry and his dark, sandy hair looked graying and frazzled. Bel picked me up and carried me while father held my bag. The smell of must filled the damp passages and assaulted my nostrils. It seemed like ages before we made our way to the back side of the island. A rough looking skiff sat on the sandy shore and we piled in. Bel pushed it into the salty grave and father manipulate the waves and current to carry us safely away. I remember feeling so numb as I watch my home vanish into the sea with the beast. I held onto my father and wept with him.

 

Sick Lonnah…

I was going to be posting TCoL tonight in Amon’s stead, but alas, I caught something evil and will have to post it tomorrow. Sorry!
Much love, always,

Ellonnah

Welcome Ellonnah!

Hello! I’m Ellonnah, and I am a new writer here on the AQW Official Fansite. I hope you all will enjoy my posts and I can’t express my excitement for having the opportunity to help build this blog with such fantastic players and friends. I have been on AdventureQuest Worlds since September of 2009, it was my first MMO and Artix Entertainment game and it will always have my heart as a gamer. I became a member for the first time in October of the same year and am rarely ever caught out of membership. I’d probably go crazy without it now!

I am the proud owner of a few HeroMart items, my pride and joy being my “No, you can’t be a mod.” shirt. I love it so much, when my first one got bleached, I made the person who bleached it buy me another. My other items include Black-armored Artix action figure (close second for my pride and joy), and regular Sepulchure figure so that Artix isn’t lonely.

I am probably most noted for my Cyserobsession. Funny thing is, I think he knows that I am. I have been approached in Yulgar and asked, “Ellonnah, aren’t you like that Cysero fangirl?” Why yes, yes I am. I think I might have every Cysero pet possible and at least make sure I have my Cysero plushes in my house bedroom. I. Love. Cysero. I also try to know as much about him as possible, you know, without creepy stalking him. I’m an enthusiastic fan, not crazy. I promise.

My dream is to attend Dragon*Con cosplayed as Ellonnah in my signature armour. Which I’m sure it has been so long since I’ve worn it that no one knows what my signature look is… I also want to have my son dressed as Twilly and have the AE staff sign him. I am an absolute diva and fashionista. I can (and do love to) write a story to just about anything and will do research to make it as accurate as possible, even.

I think next time you hear from me, I’ll be posting the character backstory to Ellonnah, the character. I hope you’ve enjoyed learning a bit more about me and I look forward to writing more! I apologize for the length, and if you have any comments, questions, or suggestions, I’d be happy to read and respond!

Much love, always,

Ellonnah