The fall of k51

The Nosferatu warlords gazed across the waters to kingdom 51  A powerfull young barbarian by the name of Jedi had taken residence there..  fresh from the conquest of two previouse kingdoms and entangled in the dishonour of the infamouse 'ring cheat',  the vivaciouse youth and his lesser minions had established an iron grip on the kingdom.  Demon reports suggested Jedi was already spawning demons of his own and that his treasure hord was close to 100K rings strong.

Two newly spawned elfries, Pockets and Satanic, awoke in the hall of kingdom 51.  They seemed inbuned with an inherint knowleage of monster slaying and as they tested their skills they quicklky became stronger.  The Warlords smuggled a convoy of damned weapons and a small safe box of rings onto their shores and their progress quickened,..  halfway through the first day was when the natives spotted them.. Pockets,  weary from a difficult battle in the caves, was up to 150 magic and seeking medical aid from a hag in the mouintians.. two of Jedi's minions  'Asshole' and 'G dog' morphed Jedi's image (a nasty looking basilisk) and jumped Pockets as he was busy with the witch..  it was carnage..  before he even knew he was under attack,  our hero had been stomped to -3 magic..  he crawled back to the hall in shame and hid under a rug while the foe regrouped to brag of their battle prowess..  in mortal fear of the beasts that has whacked him Pockets may well have never have craweld out from under that rug,  but the Warlords whispered words of encouragment in his sleep and sent him a vision of Jedi's fat demon 'Hellman' slothfully wallowing in the hall, counting that juicy 90000 rings that Jedi's crew had given to him for safe keeping..  cautiously pockets opened his eyes..   took an hourglass from his backpack and forced himself to gaze upon Jedi's heideouse features..  in a second he was sucked back along the time line..  and once again glimmering with 150 magic worth of magical energy..  he dashed back to the hall..  grabed the fat demon by the throat.. fixed him with a petrifing stare!  Hellmans bloated sherik was cut short as his features became stone..  Mr Pockets noticed an hourglass explode as it streched to syphon the demons spirt back in time. The elfiry quickly scooped up his loot.. droped the rings on Satanic who slept through the whole incident and high on adrenline teleported to hell to finnish off his quarry **POP!**  the demons head exploded in a fouintian of brain and second hand blood that evaporated in the searing heat before it even muckied Pockets' haubruk..  knowing that the baddies would quickly seek retribution he quickly ported back to the hall..  they where already there,  fumbling in panic trying to rescue their treasured artifacts..  our hero grabbed what he could but they quickly shattered as Asshole and G Dog brought their wrath down upon the little dude..  his magic was already -3 and his hourgalss was safe so he danced a macbare lil jig to taunt the enemy..  and when they ripped his legs from his body he just kindda squirmed smugly..  no matter what they did to him now,  today was a victory for goodies.

with the dawning of the second day,  Satanic quickly played up to 600's and pockets cracked his hourglass to regain his stats and poped open a few more cave dwellers for a great deal more magic..  the enemy started the day by waking only its weaker morphes  ~spices~  a 300's dragonlett poked his head into the daylight only to have it stomped on by Pockets..  Asshole and G dog suffered a smilar fate..  Our heros fought using the lag to their advantage and mannaged to bring down the basilisk morphs even thou they where still some way behind on magic.  Satanic found the book teaching the coverterd morph spell and morphed Jedi's likness..  thou through all this ruckouse the mighty Jedi had remained curled up in an ugly ball by Hrothgar's fire.. No longer..   with ~spices~, asshole and g dog beaten,  Jedi was their only strong thane left..  boasting an amazing 2200 magic he was a near un beatable enemy.  Pockets has taken a mid afternoon siester..  his head was buzzing with 1800 magic and he was naturally quite sleepy..  Jedi pounced Satanic in the caves..   it was a brave fight by the underdog and he mannaged to knock over 100 magic out of Jedi while Pockets fumbled with the bed sheets trying to ready for battle..  with one leg in his pants and shoes on the wrong feet pockets hopped to the witches to beg an houglass from her..  Jedi was waiting,   Satanic's entrails still dangling from his gaping maw *SHREIK*  a short stomp out quickly showed jedi to be the likly winner..  pockets had suffered 800 dammage and  escaped with little over 1000 magic (and the fragments of a cracked hourglass) while Jedi was still going strong with 1700..  it seemed like the dream has ended..  that Jedi could Guard his kigdom while his minions could play back up to 1000's when a shining light apeared in the hall..  a thane that had gone perviously overlooked..  The Kyra Valkyrie made her mark on the battle field.  The Nosferatu warlords where astounded..  'Whos stomping jedi?!..  Its Kyra!!  Satanic, Pockets,..  Git yer lazy asses up and finnish him!'  it was an epic battle..   Satanic remorphed Pockets,  Asshole and Gdog remorphed Jedi and everyone stomped everyone else..  when the mist cleared,  only Pockets and Lady Kyra had survived with positive magic..  the battle had been won and the Nosferatu claimed the kingdom as their own.  Later rumors circled that an unknown party had placed a bounty on Jedi's head..  perhaps we will never know..  The database reset ensued a few days later robbing Jedi his oppertunity for revenge.


~Timelight