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- Aug 9, 2013
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I'm Rilisk, and have been on the server for 5 years or so. Bit late for an introduction, I'd guess. Maybe you'd like a story instead of a basic sheet of information? If so, sit back, grab a snack and soda, and enjoy the ride.
(P.S. It's a lot, even with some events being omitted.)
(P.S.S. Absolutely NONE of this is meant to make anyone feel offended, guilty, or anything of the sort. If you end up feeling anything like this, I apologize in advance.)
All events below are either true, or slightly exaggerated.
Let it also be known that this is NOT the story of a character. This is my story.
I remember searching for a server high and low, finding nothing for months on end, until eventually, I came across Massive. I didn't know anything about it, or what I was in for, but it seemed interesting so I gave it a shot.
(Year 1)
Spawning into a dreamlike fantasy, I was almost overwhelmed with what I was seeing. No other server had ever had an introduction like it, and I was stunned by how well everything fit together. After I left that area, I found myself in Silver Edge, but didn't take the time to admire any of the sights. Instead, I immediately went searching for the market area, using my meager starting money to afford myself some iron armor, a sword, and some apples. I don't quite remember some of the events after that, but I had met someone else who we'll call Helen. Helen and I boarded a boat to Ithania, and before we knew it, we were homeless vagabonds, wandering around trying to find a place to call home. It didn't go very well for quite awhile. We struggled to find food, materials, and anything that might help us survive. For awhile, I was discouraged and felt like I was doomed to die, lose everything, and start all over with another server.
Eventually, Helen became a vampire, and we took shelter underground at a crossroads in Ithania. We resorted to outright banditry, as we had no faction, or other people, looking out for us. I trained in unarmed, wanting to be at least in the top 5. Killing, stealing, and robbing anybody that got close enough for me to attack. That was how we survived for a time. We had food, crops, shelter, and things seemed good, for a time. We were happy, even if we had to hide for survival. We even managed to pick up another player, who I'll call Shadow. Shadow, Helen, and me. Two vampires, and me. It was around this time that Vampirism was seen as evil, dangerous, and something to eradicate. All I thought to do was protect them. Both of them. No matter the cost. None of us were perfect fighters, but we could hold our own against most players.
Good things never last. Never. One day when we were all online, we started seeing names popping up in the feed, as people were dying. Right outside our hidden home. Feeling threatened, all three of us prepared for battle, donning armor, grabbing weapons, or in my case, stripping down to nothing except my armor, and my fists. When we exited our home, what we saw was chaos. Two factions were battling it out at the crossroads, and one faction was being slaughtered, while the other was simply mopping up the last of the stragglers. Before the latter side knew what was going on, we were upon them. Helen and Shadow were the first among them, whirling and dancing amid blades and axes, scoring a kill every now and then, while I battered a singular foe, over and over. We died, respawned, fought, died again, and continued charging right out of our house, attacking relentlessly. I even scored a few kills, myself. Granted, the kills were purely secondary at this point. We weren't fighting out of bloodlust, but a simple desire to defend our home. It wasn't enough. We were being pushed back slowly but surely, as their numbers continued to replenish as ours did. Soon they were using wooden weapons, which slaughtered Shadow and Helen. I don't entirely remember this part, but Shadow defended both me and Helen as we grabbed our few meager belongings, and escaped by digging a small tunnel to the surface, behind our home. Shadow joined us immediately after that, and we all fled with our few possessions. I can't quite remember why we weren't followed. Maybe they retreated, or maybe they just didn't find the tunnel, or maybe we ran fast enough. I don't know.
We soon after found a lake that happened to contain an underwater cave. It was a godsend, and the three of us immediately set to work on creating another hidden house. We were no longer bandits, as we had taken some of our crops with us, along with a few other things. We could survive somewhat self-sufficiently at that point. After a few days of working, we'd made another home. It was nice, but it wasn't the home we had fled from. It felt somewhat hollow. Life continued, but something happened. I can't quite remember what it was, but I ended up feeling jealous of Shadow. I don't know where it stemmed from, but I didn't feel like I was needed there, anymore. Regardless, I continued doing my best to protect the both of them from any dangerous players and factions. They were in my care, and those in my care, I will always strive to protect from any and all threats, no matter how strong, or numerous.
People eventually started moving into that area, setting up factions of their own. I didn't feel safe anymore, after what had happened at the crossroads. I felt that we needed to either drive them off, or leave. Soon after, that choice was taken from us. A faction that had moved into the area claimed right over our home, and we were left with only the things on our backs once again.
(Year 2)
We finally ended up joining a faction. Shadow disappeared. I haven't seen him since. Helen and I joined a faction that if I remember correctly, was called Sentinels, which was based in Daendroc. ((I could be wrong about the name. It's been awhile. Oh, and this next part is in no way meant to be offensive towards any Sentinels member. Just my experience with the faction.)) It was owned by a man I'll call Luke. Luke wasn't the best guy I'd known. In fact, it wouldn't be much of a stretch to say I hate the man. He gave Helen a house, and then left me to fend for myself. I didn't even have a house at the time. I was essentially still factionless, and it was at that point that I started feverishly working towards getting the money for my own faction, so that Helen wouldn't have to worry about any outside threats. I killed mobs over and over and over, endlessly, hoarding what little money I managed to find. I couldn't get enough money. I tried convincing Helen over and over that we needed to get out of Sentinels. It wasn't helping us. She refused, saying that things were fine, and that we were safer now than we'd ever been.
It was at this point that my thoughts on the server became darker, and I became isolated, cutting myself off from other people. I continued killing mobs relentlessly, but no matter what I did, I couldn't shake the feeling that I needed to leave. So after awhile, I did. Helen stayed in Sentinels. I was now alone. I went back to Ithania, and found myself hiding in a swamp, with a singular mountain in the center. I made a hidden cave at the top of the mountain, and continued trying to get money for my own faction. I was tired. Tired of running, of hiding, of fighting, trying to claw my way up to a point where I could live peacefully. I just wanted somewhere to call home. I didn't care where I went at that point. I just wanted to rest. To stop fighting against everyone and everything.
Finally, I got my wish. I don't quite remember the initial conversation, but I ended up joining a faction called Argos, just as they were starting out. The two founding members allowed me to take refuge there, as they built their town. I was finally able to rest for awhile. I stopped fighting, and instead got into alchemy, and enchanting. It was nice. I also helped build the faction by getting materials, and other such things. I was a much more peaceful person, at that time. We got more members, and the faction grew. Things were nice. Argos was a peaceful faction, and everyone there was happy.
Good things never last. I'd learned that lesson once already. I guess I hadn't learned it enough.
Argos was raided constantly by a single faction named Valyria. Every few hours, we would be attacked by someone. Didn't matter who. They'd attack in full God Armor with God Weapons and we'd be helpless to try and stop them. I don't remember any allies coming to our defense, ever. We couldn't push Valyria back. We couldn't bribe them. The only thing we could do was hide in our homes, and wait for them to leave. It was maddening, and I absolutely hated it. I used my alchemy more than I did before, and went back out there every time with strength 2 unarmed, supplemented with the races plugin of a Tigran. I had to have been hitting them hard at the very least. I had to tell myself that because if even that was hopeless, I wouldn't have been able to even try.
Argos stagnated. Work on our most ambitious projects was halted. Work on our castle, non-existent. Work on just putting down a new road, not even thought of. We stopped working because we were too afraid of being raided to do anything. Argos started losing members. We argued over and over that we needed to have some sort of system to deal with raiders in Argos, that would allow us to continue working even if we were raided. We came up with dozens of ideas, but none ever amounted to anything. Again, we were too afraid to even begin work on something like that.
Even after all the factions on the server united to wipe Valyria out of existence, Argos was left broken, unable to start work on the projects that had long been left unattended. Members continued to disappear. Soon, it was just me, two other members, and the founders. Then they were gone, and one by one, the leadership transferred from member to member, until it was just me in the faction. I felt miserable, having seen such a wonderful faction, that had become very much like a family to me, fall apart at the seams. I took my more prized possessions, and stuck them in an ender chest in the hopes that I wouldn't lose them. I walked through the streets of Argos one last time. I hated taking all of the money out of the bank. As I did so, I hoped beyond hope that one of the founders would just happen to get online, rejoin the faction, and save the family I'd once cared so much about. It didn't happen.
I left Argos with the 1000 silver, which became 10000 regals soon after. My heart grew cold, my thoughts became dark, and I left the server for a long time.
(Year 4)
I remember very little of the time where I returned, and left, constantly. I moved from faction to faction, never staying very long in any of them. I remember feeling sad often, thoughts of Argos never being too far away while I was online. None of the old members got back online. Helen and Shadow were long gone. I was alone once again.
(Year 5)
I came back once, living in Tyberia for a short amount of time, before speaking with someone I'll call Hope. They offered me a place in a faction called Rauru. Going there, it felt strange. Something about that faction was familiar to me in a way that I hadn't felt since being in Argos. My thoughts became lighter, I started feeling my heart beating in my chest again, and I stayed. Building, working, advising, and doing everything I could to help the faction grow. Our numbers began to grow faster than we could build houses for. Things were going great. We had members getting to heights that we'd previously thought unattainable for us.
Good things never last. How many times am I going to have to learn that lesson? Raids started increasing in frequency, but we didn't let it get to us. We continued building, growing, and expanding. We even fought the raiders off a few times. Of course, it wasn't the battles without that were a danger to us. It was the battles within.
We joined Crisis of Kings, but were discouraged due to the fact that we weren't one of the strongest pvp factions. We were raided for points, and had to stay inside. The situation felt very reminiscent of Argos. I was furious beyond anything I'd ever felt before, because of my own inadequacy. Allies helped, of course, but it wasn't to last.
After one too many defeats. Rauru simply died, its members going to one of three factions. Insani, Arcadia, or Haven. I personally found myself in Arcadia. The sudden death of Rauru was sadly something I've learned to expect, so it didn't faze me at all.
(Year 6. Current year)
Not entirely sure what to put for this year. I've done my best to get a couple secret projects put into place, in preparation for the worst. I've done my best to put my past behind me, and I'll continue to look to the future in hopes that I can out-meme the dangerous thing that, I'm certain will attempt to destroy my new home. If I can't out-meme it, I'll wander to some other faction, in the hopes that eventually, I'll win.
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So, how's that for an introduction? Jack of all trades, 2006-tier meme, wanderer, and an all around good time. Again, if you see yourself in this story somewhere, I apologize if I made you feel any negative emotions. Wasn't my intention. It was either this story or a really boring sheet that seems like a 6 year old dating profile on Tindr for a fat, middle-aged, bald guy named Gus sitting in an old recliner with three beers next to him. I'll go with the story, instead. That's more fun.
(P.S. It's a lot, even with some events being omitted.)
(P.S.S. Absolutely NONE of this is meant to make anyone feel offended, guilty, or anything of the sort. If you end up feeling anything like this, I apologize in advance.)
All events below are either true, or slightly exaggerated.
Let it also be known that this is NOT the story of a character. This is my story.
I remember searching for a server high and low, finding nothing for months on end, until eventually, I came across Massive. I didn't know anything about it, or what I was in for, but it seemed interesting so I gave it a shot.
(Year 1)
Spawning into a dreamlike fantasy, I was almost overwhelmed with what I was seeing. No other server had ever had an introduction like it, and I was stunned by how well everything fit together. After I left that area, I found myself in Silver Edge, but didn't take the time to admire any of the sights. Instead, I immediately went searching for the market area, using my meager starting money to afford myself some iron armor, a sword, and some apples. I don't quite remember some of the events after that, but I had met someone else who we'll call Helen. Helen and I boarded a boat to Ithania, and before we knew it, we were homeless vagabonds, wandering around trying to find a place to call home. It didn't go very well for quite awhile. We struggled to find food, materials, and anything that might help us survive. For awhile, I was discouraged and felt like I was doomed to die, lose everything, and start all over with another server.
Eventually, Helen became a vampire, and we took shelter underground at a crossroads in Ithania. We resorted to outright banditry, as we had no faction, or other people, looking out for us. I trained in unarmed, wanting to be at least in the top 5. Killing, stealing, and robbing anybody that got close enough for me to attack. That was how we survived for a time. We had food, crops, shelter, and things seemed good, for a time. We were happy, even if we had to hide for survival. We even managed to pick up another player, who I'll call Shadow. Shadow, Helen, and me. Two vampires, and me. It was around this time that Vampirism was seen as evil, dangerous, and something to eradicate. All I thought to do was protect them. Both of them. No matter the cost. None of us were perfect fighters, but we could hold our own against most players.
Good things never last. Never. One day when we were all online, we started seeing names popping up in the feed, as people were dying. Right outside our hidden home. Feeling threatened, all three of us prepared for battle, donning armor, grabbing weapons, or in my case, stripping down to nothing except my armor, and my fists. When we exited our home, what we saw was chaos. Two factions were battling it out at the crossroads, and one faction was being slaughtered, while the other was simply mopping up the last of the stragglers. Before the latter side knew what was going on, we were upon them. Helen and Shadow were the first among them, whirling and dancing amid blades and axes, scoring a kill every now and then, while I battered a singular foe, over and over. We died, respawned, fought, died again, and continued charging right out of our house, attacking relentlessly. I even scored a few kills, myself. Granted, the kills were purely secondary at this point. We weren't fighting out of bloodlust, but a simple desire to defend our home. It wasn't enough. We were being pushed back slowly but surely, as their numbers continued to replenish as ours did. Soon they were using wooden weapons, which slaughtered Shadow and Helen. I don't entirely remember this part, but Shadow defended both me and Helen as we grabbed our few meager belongings, and escaped by digging a small tunnel to the surface, behind our home. Shadow joined us immediately after that, and we all fled with our few possessions. I can't quite remember why we weren't followed. Maybe they retreated, or maybe they just didn't find the tunnel, or maybe we ran fast enough. I don't know.
We soon after found a lake that happened to contain an underwater cave. It was a godsend, and the three of us immediately set to work on creating another hidden house. We were no longer bandits, as we had taken some of our crops with us, along with a few other things. We could survive somewhat self-sufficiently at that point. After a few days of working, we'd made another home. It was nice, but it wasn't the home we had fled from. It felt somewhat hollow. Life continued, but something happened. I can't quite remember what it was, but I ended up feeling jealous of Shadow. I don't know where it stemmed from, but I didn't feel like I was needed there, anymore. Regardless, I continued doing my best to protect the both of them from any dangerous players and factions. They were in my care, and those in my care, I will always strive to protect from any and all threats, no matter how strong, or numerous.
People eventually started moving into that area, setting up factions of their own. I didn't feel safe anymore, after what had happened at the crossroads. I felt that we needed to either drive them off, or leave. Soon after, that choice was taken from us. A faction that had moved into the area claimed right over our home, and we were left with only the things on our backs once again.
(Year 2)
We finally ended up joining a faction. Shadow disappeared. I haven't seen him since. Helen and I joined a faction that if I remember correctly, was called Sentinels, which was based in Daendroc. ((I could be wrong about the name. It's been awhile. Oh, and this next part is in no way meant to be offensive towards any Sentinels member. Just my experience with the faction.)) It was owned by a man I'll call Luke. Luke wasn't the best guy I'd known. In fact, it wouldn't be much of a stretch to say I hate the man. He gave Helen a house, and then left me to fend for myself. I didn't even have a house at the time. I was essentially still factionless, and it was at that point that I started feverishly working towards getting the money for my own faction, so that Helen wouldn't have to worry about any outside threats. I killed mobs over and over and over, endlessly, hoarding what little money I managed to find. I couldn't get enough money. I tried convincing Helen over and over that we needed to get out of Sentinels. It wasn't helping us. She refused, saying that things were fine, and that we were safer now than we'd ever been.
It was at this point that my thoughts on the server became darker, and I became isolated, cutting myself off from other people. I continued killing mobs relentlessly, but no matter what I did, I couldn't shake the feeling that I needed to leave. So after awhile, I did. Helen stayed in Sentinels. I was now alone. I went back to Ithania, and found myself hiding in a swamp, with a singular mountain in the center. I made a hidden cave at the top of the mountain, and continued trying to get money for my own faction. I was tired. Tired of running, of hiding, of fighting, trying to claw my way up to a point where I could live peacefully. I just wanted somewhere to call home. I didn't care where I went at that point. I just wanted to rest. To stop fighting against everyone and everything.
Finally, I got my wish. I don't quite remember the initial conversation, but I ended up joining a faction called Argos, just as they were starting out. The two founding members allowed me to take refuge there, as they built their town. I was finally able to rest for awhile. I stopped fighting, and instead got into alchemy, and enchanting. It was nice. I also helped build the faction by getting materials, and other such things. I was a much more peaceful person, at that time. We got more members, and the faction grew. Things were nice. Argos was a peaceful faction, and everyone there was happy.
Good things never last. I'd learned that lesson once already. I guess I hadn't learned it enough.
Argos was raided constantly by a single faction named Valyria. Every few hours, we would be attacked by someone. Didn't matter who. They'd attack in full God Armor with God Weapons and we'd be helpless to try and stop them. I don't remember any allies coming to our defense, ever. We couldn't push Valyria back. We couldn't bribe them. The only thing we could do was hide in our homes, and wait for them to leave. It was maddening, and I absolutely hated it. I used my alchemy more than I did before, and went back out there every time with strength 2 unarmed, supplemented with the races plugin of a Tigran. I had to have been hitting them hard at the very least. I had to tell myself that because if even that was hopeless, I wouldn't have been able to even try.
Argos stagnated. Work on our most ambitious projects was halted. Work on our castle, non-existent. Work on just putting down a new road, not even thought of. We stopped working because we were too afraid of being raided to do anything. Argos started losing members. We argued over and over that we needed to have some sort of system to deal with raiders in Argos, that would allow us to continue working even if we were raided. We came up with dozens of ideas, but none ever amounted to anything. Again, we were too afraid to even begin work on something like that.
Even after all the factions on the server united to wipe Valyria out of existence, Argos was left broken, unable to start work on the projects that had long been left unattended. Members continued to disappear. Soon, it was just me, two other members, and the founders. Then they were gone, and one by one, the leadership transferred from member to member, until it was just me in the faction. I felt miserable, having seen such a wonderful faction, that had become very much like a family to me, fall apart at the seams. I took my more prized possessions, and stuck them in an ender chest in the hopes that I wouldn't lose them. I walked through the streets of Argos one last time. I hated taking all of the money out of the bank. As I did so, I hoped beyond hope that one of the founders would just happen to get online, rejoin the faction, and save the family I'd once cared so much about. It didn't happen.
I left Argos with the 1000 silver, which became 10000 regals soon after. My heart grew cold, my thoughts became dark, and I left the server for a long time.
(Year 4)
I remember very little of the time where I returned, and left, constantly. I moved from faction to faction, never staying very long in any of them. I remember feeling sad often, thoughts of Argos never being too far away while I was online. None of the old members got back online. Helen and Shadow were long gone. I was alone once again.
(Year 5)
I came back once, living in Tyberia for a short amount of time, before speaking with someone I'll call Hope. They offered me a place in a faction called Rauru. Going there, it felt strange. Something about that faction was familiar to me in a way that I hadn't felt since being in Argos. My thoughts became lighter, I started feeling my heart beating in my chest again, and I stayed. Building, working, advising, and doing everything I could to help the faction grow. Our numbers began to grow faster than we could build houses for. Things were going great. We had members getting to heights that we'd previously thought unattainable for us.
Good things never last. How many times am I going to have to learn that lesson? Raids started increasing in frequency, but we didn't let it get to us. We continued building, growing, and expanding. We even fought the raiders off a few times. Of course, it wasn't the battles without that were a danger to us. It was the battles within.
We joined Crisis of Kings, but were discouraged due to the fact that we weren't one of the strongest pvp factions. We were raided for points, and had to stay inside. The situation felt very reminiscent of Argos. I was furious beyond anything I'd ever felt before, because of my own inadequacy. Allies helped, of course, but it wasn't to last.
After one too many defeats. Rauru simply died, its members going to one of three factions. Insani, Arcadia, or Haven. I personally found myself in Arcadia. The sudden death of Rauru was sadly something I've learned to expect, so it didn't faze me at all.
(Year 6. Current year)
Not entirely sure what to put for this year. I've done my best to get a couple secret projects put into place, in preparation for the worst. I've done my best to put my past behind me, and I'll continue to look to the future in hopes that I can out-meme the dangerous thing that, I'm certain will attempt to destroy my new home. If I can't out-meme it, I'll wander to some other faction, in the hopes that eventually, I'll win.
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So, how's that for an introduction? Jack of all trades, 2006-tier meme, wanderer, and an all around good time. Again, if you see yourself in this story somewhere, I apologize if I made you feel any negative emotions. Wasn't my intention. It was either this story or a really boring sheet that seems like a 6 year old dating profile on Tindr for a fat, middle-aged, bald guy named Gus sitting in an old recliner with three beers next to him. I'll go with the story, instead. That's more fun.
