knighthood
Fledgling Freddie
- Joined
- Feb 3, 2004
- Messages
- 1,812
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Day 1 - Tuesday
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Dear Diary , as of recently ive been slightly bored , so i decided to add a little excitement to my life and Travel to the vast expanses of the Albion frontier. Mother warned me not to go , i love mother more than anything but there comes a time in a mobs life where patrolling his own camp spot in a randomly generated pathing movement just wont fullfill him anymore. She worries a lot, probably with just cause tbh. My Father had the same idea as me , he too wanted a little adventure and decided to take a look into the outside world away from our secluded spot in the corner of the map. "Its way too safe here" he used to say in a disapointed gruff voice. And he was right, there was a perilous mountain range covering around our camp. Most adventurers dare not bother to come and find us, the great uncamped xp bonus was purely not worth the risk of being bombarded with "This hill is too steep for u to climb" messages and so we were left alone. Being rather a poor community too , we only had a few Tourmalines and Ragged cloth drops anyway, 63silver a drop just wasnt cutting it for todays adventurer.
Anyway Father , one day lifting up his bag of coins and tourmaline, decided to take the Magnificent Sword of Mirth from the village Elders vault and left for the grt Pennine mountains. It was the last we ever heard of him. Rumours say the proc on the sword was just too nice, heal procs arent easy to come by. Father mustve been mistaken for a One Time Drop. A mistake i was determined not to make myself. I can only hope he delivered a nice amount of xp on his death. So kissing mother softly on the cheek and saying goodbye i packed a few Rogs and Gems and waved goodbye to the camp. My adventure begins..
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Day 2 - Thursday
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After countless hours of trekking through impasable steep hills , i came across what looked to be a stone building of some sort by a river. I had heard rumours, this was a Tower.. a small building Albions liked to cower away inside from thier enemies , it was said to hold wonderful objects such as Trebs and Paliantones, which legend has it, were told to be used by LvL 50 albions who, despite being gifted with a Large amount of skills to kill thier enemies, decided it was more important to use the seige equip instead. Multiple hits with a treb to leech rp they said. Does the greed of this realm know no bounds. I set up camp behind the tower. Watching from the safety of the trees, i noticed that the Guards outside the tower would run around in a square shaped patrol pattern all day long. Never stopping for food or rest, i as quite amazed at the pure determination of these people. But was still wary, so tonight i rest.
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Day 3 - Friday
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Made an amazing discovery today, saw a fairy frog this morning and decided to catch it for breakfast. Through the excitement of chasing the little thing i did not notice i had stumbled apon the side of the tower..
Day 1 - Tuesday
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Dear Diary , as of recently ive been slightly bored , so i decided to add a little excitement to my life and Travel to the vast expanses of the Albion frontier. Mother warned me not to go , i love mother more than anything but there comes a time in a mobs life where patrolling his own camp spot in a randomly generated pathing movement just wont fullfill him anymore. She worries a lot, probably with just cause tbh. My Father had the same idea as me , he too wanted a little adventure and decided to take a look into the outside world away from our secluded spot in the corner of the map. "Its way too safe here" he used to say in a disapointed gruff voice. And he was right, there was a perilous mountain range covering around our camp. Most adventurers dare not bother to come and find us, the great uncamped xp bonus was purely not worth the risk of being bombarded with "This hill is too steep for u to climb" messages and so we were left alone. Being rather a poor community too , we only had a few Tourmalines and Ragged cloth drops anyway, 63silver a drop just wasnt cutting it for todays adventurer.
Anyway Father , one day lifting up his bag of coins and tourmaline, decided to take the Magnificent Sword of Mirth from the village Elders vault and left for the grt Pennine mountains. It was the last we ever heard of him. Rumours say the proc on the sword was just too nice, heal procs arent easy to come by. Father mustve been mistaken for a One Time Drop. A mistake i was determined not to make myself. I can only hope he delivered a nice amount of xp on his death. So kissing mother softly on the cheek and saying goodbye i packed a few Rogs and Gems and waved goodbye to the camp. My adventure begins..
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Day 2 - Thursday
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After countless hours of trekking through impasable steep hills , i came across what looked to be a stone building of some sort by a river. I had heard rumours, this was a Tower.. a small building Albions liked to cower away inside from thier enemies , it was said to hold wonderful objects such as Trebs and Paliantones, which legend has it, were told to be used by LvL 50 albions who, despite being gifted with a Large amount of skills to kill thier enemies, decided it was more important to use the seige equip instead. Multiple hits with a treb to leech rp they said. Does the greed of this realm know no bounds. I set up camp behind the tower. Watching from the safety of the trees, i noticed that the Guards outside the tower would run around in a square shaped patrol pattern all day long. Never stopping for food or rest, i as quite amazed at the pure determination of these people. But was still wary, so tonight i rest.
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Day 3 - Friday
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Made an amazing discovery today, saw a fairy frog this morning and decided to catch it for breakfast. Through the excitement of chasing the little thing i did not notice i had stumbled apon the side of the tower..