King's Tale

well, I see you got the fanfics out

did you read the last chapter, thats the new one

ps
still missing a few to make this complete

still waiting for iflarfan...
like killua said i need my compotition

I liked the chapter

Time to catch this up as well.

After dinner King and Intress made their way to the palace library, and she continued, “After some interesting events, the first night usually ends with Mudeenu rage quitting, and most of the Band’s instruments destroyed because of Maxxor throwing stuff. If I go along, I usually am the only one able to calm him down…”
“Why hadn’t you gone with him this time?”
“Well, I had to oversee the reconstruction of Tǣcnaw… and I usually go only when I know he’ll have the most stress. Well the remaining days differ depending on which party has more of its warriors out of line or bed. Most likely though, Maxxor ends up throwing Mudeenu out the door or something. That is a signal that the territories haven’t changed for our better.”
“Very interesting indeed…” King paused while processing the story that was just told. “I really had believed that Maxxor was more… urm… mature then that.” Then, half mumbling, “No wonder Najarin doesn’t invite him over that often…”
“Yes he sure can act like Chaor sometimes, in the respect of a powerful, little brat throwing a tantrum. But don’t tell anyone I said that.” Intress grew a little pale and threw a few glances about her. “You know how much the staff likes to gossip; I don’t even trust the guards. It all goes back to Maxxor eventually. 
“Why thank you.” King inserted just to ease the tension that was growing on Intress.
“your crazy, even more then the M'arrillians. You’re the only human I’ve been able to talk to without worrying. I really do care about Maxxor and look out for him, but he is more annoying than my elder brother was.” Intress quickly became solemn. King noted this and restrained himself from probing. “Another time perhaps,” he thought.

Intress didn’t waste the time to change subjects to a happier note, ever since she met King, she was in a better mood, and all the stress of her job seemed to vanish. The towns she visited had noticed the difference. Creatures didn’t exactly know what, but they weren’t going to sit around and wait for gossip. No, they wanted info!

“King, there is going to be a banquet for Maxxor’s return, we have received news that the negotiations have goon well. Mudeenu is felling the pressure with the scheduled return of their king. The Mipedians do not think it’s worth their emptying treasury – especially with the new vote on royal support for their universities. There are not many Mipedians on the frontier anyway. Iflar has been involved with this one.”
“Sounds like peace will be finally restored. I have read what others have written about the return of their king.” King realized that he had made a grave error.”
“You know the future?” Intress paused with each word.
“I have been... in my world at least, in possible future, pasts, and even presents.” King was becoming nervous, his upper right arm’s began twitching.
“Why haven’t you told me this?”
King saw the look of shook, even regret and pain in her eyes.
“There is no need too; this path I’m on, have not, or at least should not be. I should not be here. Someone with more knowledge, power, both; has forced me, or maybe needed me here. I'm just not sure… but I must find out!” King reverted into an angry self, one that comes out of frustration. “Here I am not weak – I LIVE!”
Intress had a spark of curiosity but also a drop of hurt; she had not known this side of King, nor expected it. She thought he was different. But no, he too was a simple mortal; only human as a man would say – or was he?
“I'm sorry…”
“No, I am the sorry one. I should respect your privacy.”

“All I told you was of my free will; you asked nothing that I didn’t want to tell.” King interrupted. “No, it’s not your fault, you trusted me, and I trust you, but there are things you can’t understand. You need the bird’s eye view I have been granted… But there is something that you can understand: the pain of being away from the ones you love – away from home. After Maxxor returns, I will find the computer!”

In the mean time King continued his training. Seven hours each day was spent in the barracks and training grounds. King’s sword skill already surpassed many others, thanks to Najarin he was already a challenge for some of the higher-ranking officials. King had hidden the sword Najarin had given him. King didn’t want to rely on its expert craftsmanship and ability for his source of strength. If he wanted to be the best, he would have to practice using the worst swords, so when the time came of use a real one… he didn’t want to risk another incident like the Mipedian one. He used every rookie’s sword he could find; the rate decreased to only two broken an hour from five when he began. His strength increased as well; he could match most of the soldiers in grappling.
 

King made himself useful, not wanting to be a burden on Overworld society. He felt he had done his best for Najarin, even though it could not ever pay his debt. Knowledge was what Najarin seeked, but King was used differently in the palace. His first job, during recovery, was the bookshelves, but soon after that, Bodal inquired if King was interested in helping him design things. King was full of “crazy” ideas based on Earth’s technology, but so were other players. (Do you really think Ulmar invented the dread tread by himself? All the credit for that goes to killua again.) Working with Olkiex, he constructed the Phoatponic Pulsar. This gear disabled machinery (including scanners) in up to a half-mile radius. Bodal was very pleased with this one, until King took credit and gave a lot more to Olkiex. (Here was when Bodal’s secret went out.) This was King’s schedule: castle chores, breakfast, Bodal, workout, lunch, Bodal, train soldiers in mêlée combat (aka karate; Maxxor’s program really wasn’t that good), and dinner; the evening activates would differ from night to night. King did have a similar schedule before his talk with Intress, but without the multiple hours in the barracks.

Two weeks later Maxxor returned with his escort of overweight but somehow skinny guards. (Maxxor had enjoyed negotiations better when Primarté was ambassador.) The city celebrated as they marched, or more like dragged their feet clutching their stomachs. Maxxor acknowledged a player next to Intress: “Ahh, the young fellow I have heard so much about. You almost caused as much commotion as myself.”
“Maxxor, ehem.” Intress coughed out as she elbowed Maxxor.
“Hey,” Maxxor rubbed his ribs, “I was only joking.”
“What a lovely feast the palace staff has prepared for you this evening.” Intress was trying to move on.
“They sure do know how to party,” King jumped into the conversation.
“We beat all other tribes, that’s for sure.” Maxxor rubbed his stomach.
“Maxxor can you provide some feedback on the fourth course. I made one of the dishes using a recipe King learned during his stay with Najarin.”
“Improvising on an ancient technique? Well as long as the ingredients aren’t old….” Maxxor was returning back to his old self – before the M'arrillian invasion had hardened him.”
 
After the first course Maxxor stated, “King I have someone you will be interested in meeting. He should be arriving soon; he had some battle to do.”
“Anyone you say is worth meeting must be special.”
“Maltim,” Maxxor raised his voice while pointing to a guard.
“Yes Maxxor?” he replied with a salute after he headed over.

“Can you tell me if Tom arrived yet?” Maxxor whispered as not to spoil his surprise for King, but he still heard. Even though he was talking to some dignitary, the name Tom had penetrated King’s subconscious. “What, no, this is wrong. This is my Chaotic; he shouldn’t be here; he’s not real. But wait is these even real? He must not exist… why have I not seen him before then?”

“You were telling about your fight in the dessert.” The creature interrupted King’s thoughts.
Maxxor moved and King lost sight of him. Luckily for King, one of the dignitary’s friends came over to say hello. King politely excused himself and headed toward a more strategic location. A player with dark hair was speaking to Maxxor. “I can’t meet him.”
“There you are King. Maxxor told me to find you.”
“Hey Intress; did this person show up?”
“Wait, how did you know it… Never mind. Well that’s the reason I’m retrieving you.”
King followed Intress, weaving through the many people congregating in the hall between courses. Maxxor and Tom had advanced to the head of the main table. Intress and King followed shortly.
“Getting through that crowd was just as bad as trying to navigate Castle Bodhran.” Intress smiled as the rest laughed.
“Tom, this is the player I was telling you about.”
King eager to avoid meeting Tom interrupted, “Is castle Bodhran much like Najarin’s Palace?”
“Not at all, Najarin’s architect actually made it out – Fumtel is still stuck in Bodhran. Anyway Tom... this guys calls himself King.” Then whispering, “Not sure if you can get a real name out of him. Or maybe I should just call you Major.”
“If that helps me get some good scans I’ll have no objections. And I’m used to being called Majors since that is my last name.” Tom then turned and faced King, studying him a moment before speaking. “Have I seen you before?”
“He knows, but how, who? This is not right he should not be here.” Then out loud, “I don’t believe we met, but as for seeing, I am quite the player on earth.”
“Hmm, you and I should have a drome match sometime.” Grinning, “Maxxor on Maxxor, see who is the better leader.” Returning more serious, “I assume you play Overworld.”
“I play M'arrillian.” King stated. Intress winced, and Maxxor went solemn. “Also, I can not play drome battles since I hadn’t come through Chaotic. At least not the way you and your friends have.”/
“Intress broke the awkward silence, “Let’s sit down, the next course is being served. Don’t want Maxxor to miss my dish.”
“Your food never disappoints Intress.”
“Thank you Maxxor.” Intress beamed with pride.
“I wasn’t finished.” Maxxor’s smile gave away what he was about to do. “Except when you prepare it.” As soon as the last word was spoken, Maxxor couldn’t hold in his laughter. Intress frowned.
“Well it sure is better then any food I have eaten on earth. This is delicious!” Half the food on Tom’s plate had already disappeared.
“That’s because humans don’t know how to cook.” Maxxor roared with laughter.
“Very good. I will show you some recipes.” King took Maxxor’s comment as a challenge.
“A chef along with a warrior!” Maxxor paused for his punch line, “Sounds like a good match for you.” He nodded at Intress. At that both Maxxor and Tom were laughing until they each started chocking. Intress blushed. King frowned briefly, and then smiled. “My grandfather always says, ‘If no one is talking, the food must be good.’ I wonder if the opposite is true.” Maxxor and tom silenced, but bit their lips to prevent their selves from starting again. Intress flashed King a thankful smile, even though it was evident that she didn’t like his means to get them quiet.
“Now if you excuse me, I’m interested in trying out that contraption over there. It seems to work quite closely to a piano.” Maxxor had been so busy laughing, that he hadn’t noticed that the course was already over. He quickly started shoveling food into his mouth before the table was cleared in preparation of the next course. King piped up a rousing rendition of Super Smash Brothers’ Brawl theme, which set a happy mood for the guests. Then the band took up from where King stopped playing (he hadn’t brought his sheet music). The population of the dance floor grew, and King slipped back to his spot at the table. Awkwardly, only Tom, Maxxor, King, and Intress were left at their end of the table.
“Go ahead Maxxor, I know Rassa is here tonight.” Now it was time for Intress’ revenge.
“Ehem, *clears throat* I told you, we’re only friends.” It was Maxxor’s turn to blush.

“Then you wouldn’t mind if you give her the dance?” With this, Intress shoved Maxxor onto the dance floor and winked at Rassa. King had tried to compose himself over the course of the evening, but broke down with this one. Tom took a Picture with his scanner. “Wait ‘till Peyton sees this.” He spit out the sentence in between laughs. King looked around, but didn’t see Intress. All of a sudden he felt his arm being pulled. “Ohhhhh Crudddd!” He was dragged onto the dance floor as well.  King hates dancing. Intress was stifling her giggles, and Tom took more pictures.

King was glad the Overworlders weren’t into formal dancing, and started breaking out some moves – even attempting a flip. The floor was a little more slippery then he assumed; good thing it was a soft wood where he fell. Tom felt lonely so he joined in as well. “Gotta hand it to you,” he shouted to Maxxor, “You sure know how to throw a party.”
“Don’t you think Sarah’s going to be jealous?” King asked as Tom and he switched partners.
“Not as jealous as Krystela.” (I really have no idea what that means…) “Wait.” Tom moved back toward King. “How do know about Sarah?” King had blown it, and he knew it. “So the gossip is true?” Tom blushed and danced to another part of the hall. “Phew, that was close.”
 
The servants reappeared with trays and the music quieted back to dining style. (What ever that is.) “Yum, dessert.” Creatures eagerly seated themselves. “Intress, did you prepare this as well?” She threw Maxxor a questioning glance. “Because then I could say you’re the best chef of all without lying.” She telegraphed to him an annoyed threat. “Sometimes you act like such a little kid… but I guess we all do.” Maxxor, Tom, and King were slapping each others backs, and almost started falling over from all the laughter. Even the neighboring dignitaries couldn’t stifle their laughter. “You’re lucky that this banquet is thrown in your honor, because of your success in fixing disputes. Or else I would have refused you any more food!” Maxxor put on a sad, begging puppy face. Tom waited. King couldn’t take much more. Maxxor’s face lit up and the trio bursted out again. Tom had to take a shot of this. Intress laughed the hardest of them. “I don’t want to know what you put in our dishes Intress.” Maxxor laughed in between every three words. “Because I think you drugged us.” He roared, pounded the table, and caused a bowl of ice cream to fly into Tom’s face. Tome yanked it off, and Intress passed him a napkin. “And I thought this party was on you Maxxor…” Tom said while wiping his face. “No… I work for it, but I don’t pay for it. Unlike you, the price of ice cream-filled face is too high for me.”

Tom joined into the laughing “contest,” each of the laughing persons were trying to out due each other; or at least that was how it sounded to Intress. “Look at the time! I’m going to miss an important battle. Nice meeting you King.” Turing to Maxxor, “Can’t wait to show my friend these pics.” He faced the scanner’s screen to Maxxor, and showed the best picture. “Hey, you…” Tom ported out before Maxxor could stop him. Intress and King were hunched over in laughter.

The band had stared up again, and was joined by those with energy. But many of the older creatures formed groups and talked instead of dancing. King joined a group with Maxxor, and tried to follow along with the conversation, but there were too many inside jokes, and Maxxor began to forgot to explain them as he became enveloped in the stories. Intress came over to seemingly save King. “I want to introduce you to some of my friends.” They reached her group.
“Oh all girls…” he mumbled.
“Hey, it’s the new guy. My name’s Narina.” King hadn’t imagined her as so forward.
“Mine is King; pleased to meet your acquaintance.”
“Aw, you don’t have to be so formal. We’re used to dealing with scum…” Intress and Narina both glistened in “fond” memories of their diplomacy of carious types. King knew what she meant, even though the way she put it sounded insulting.
“I’m always hearing about Overworld diplomacy, I really must witness some.” Intress and Narina glanced quickly at each other, and giggled. King, now informally, met the other three creatures. All were childhood friends. But just as in the other group, perhaps worse, King was out of place. Intress sensed this, and did a better job then Maxxor at keeping King engaged with them. Except for one story, while Talmer was carelessly talking of some experience, Intress went quite. The laughter had ceased. Then Intress cracked a joke, and the tension broke.
King noticed a shadowed figure was in the edge of the room. “If you excuse me, I will retire shortly.”
“What?”
“He’s going to bed so soon?”
“Ooohh, little baby cant stay up late.”
King kept calm, and smiled cheaply. “They are only joking around...”
“If you lazy bums worked half as hard as he does, you would have been out before desert.” Intress defended King.
“Oh no, not the best part of the meal.” Talmer gasped.
“That is why we don’t,” Narina chimed in. They all continued laughing as King slipped out, and made his way toward the creature in the corner.
“You are here early.”
“I have news of what you seek.”

“Good.” King walked to his room with a content look. “All is ready.”

While King worked at Bodal’s he was designing a special battlegear, but he needed parts from Olkiex’s brother. He was a nice creature, but involved in some “dark water” operations; known best in the outer-inner-southwest-lower-part of Kiru City for smuggling goods to and from shops in that area. Not only had he supplied parts King needed for his battlegear, but he also knew where his laptop might be located. In fact, he had traded the laptop two weeks ago. King now chose to pay him a visit. Suited in dark, sword hidden, and a package tucked into a fold of his hooded-cape, he climbed out his window into the darkness of the city. A light flickered in one of the Palace’s room – rip, the unfolding of paper, heavy breathing, crumpling of paper. The last line was repeated out loud: “Do not stop me.” Intress was the only one who knew.

A guard patrolled the street, a shadow walked into the open. The guard froze, turned around while reaching for his sword. All went silent, he closed his eyes and slipped to the ground unconscious. “Sleep while you can, for the stars won’t shine tonight.” The shadow flowed through the streets – clouds concealing all natural light.

A knock sounded through the empty streets, followed by hissing and the slow steps of a tired creature. “Who goes there?”
“I have come to pick up my order.”
The creature slid open a viewing port at the sound of a familiar code. Recognizing the customer, he slid it closed and began fumbling at locks. Come in quickly, for tonight spies are everywhere. The walked together into a room at the back of the shop containing tall book shelves which lined the walls. The shop-owner took out three books – one for each wall, and the shelves rolled down into the floor, revealing a warehouse of goods stored behind them.
“Where is it? My employer does not enjoy this type of sneaky nonsense.”
“It is right here.” The creature pulled out a box from a nearby shelf. “I was expecting you earlier. People are less suspicious of a bookstore during the day.”
“It isn’t exactly like you are selling legal books. This stuff is mostly loot.”
“Where is the money?”
“The hooded customer searched for his purse. “What in the Pits’ worst stench!”
“No money, no purchase.”
“I had it earlier…”

Another hooded figure cleared his throat in the doorway; his hands holding a fat purse. “You should be careful even in the Overworld.” He slide the bag across the floor to its owner’s feet. Then he removed his hood.
“I wasn’t expecectining youuu… you sooso early….” the shop owner fumbled.
The other hooded figure also removed his hood. “Very well, I’m glad you used this opportunity. I was just purchasing this.” He opened the box – inside a laptop.
“I thought as much, but I knew about this place… Ornox!”
“Oh did you… well I’m glad I didn’t tell you. ‘Cause it would be too dangerous if you had known before I saw one of them last week.”
“Who… Who?” The shop owner was shaking.
“How about we talk over some breakfast – sneaking through the city makes me hungry.”
“Sure thing King. Hey Lanjo, how about some food?”
“What? You know this guy?” Lanjo wiped his forehead with a handkerchief. “I thought he was on their side…”
“No, no. He is good; just was missing this whopper with lettuce.”
“Stop with the food jokes; I’m starved.”
Lanjo pulled down on a lamppost and the bookshelves resumed their normal positions. Then Lanjo opened up the café. The place reminded King of a Barnes and Nobles with a Starbucks.

A few minutes later, Lanjo served King a warmed up beef pot-pie.
“This stuff is delicious.”
“The best pastries and pies can be found here.”
“Next to Mérast’s,” King interrupted.
“Who?”
“What happened to Mérast?” King thought.
“Oh, you mean the ambassador family? No one has heard of him for a long time. His son has been spotted a few times around. It’s been said that he can be peskier than Yokkis. Well what can you expect when both parents were so laid back? I think he lives with his mother in Mipedian territory. Back in the day, Mérast and I had a pie backing contest, but the real trial was each contestant had to eat every pie made after being sampled. This not only made the pies the best tasting as possible, but tested our endurance. I didn’t eat another baked good for a month.”
Similar conversations followed mostly dealing with good times shared between Ornox and Lanjo. The reminiscing was interrupted by a knock.

“Oh my, it’s way passed opening time.” Lanjo hurried to the counter where another friendly looking creature stood patiently. He pretendely put on an angry/annoyed face and playfully growled, “What’s ya been doing you slog covered van Bloot lover.” (A phrase equivalent to communist?)
“We don’t take insultive insults you Mudeenu kissing, Takinom flirter, Wamma working, brainwashed mud drinker…” The room was silent. King had put his hood on and was prepared for the worst. Ornox looked like he was going to burp. Then, Lanjo, the creature, and Ornox burst out laughing. Ornox slapped King on the back – sending his face into the table.
“You need to lighten up. We’re in the Overworld and best of all the Cretorns.”
Although the higher-end citizens considered this section the slums, King knew it was anything but. Though the area’s appearance didn’t exactly impress itself as a good section, the people inside were warm and open, usually. The Cretorns was like the tight-knit communities that form in a major city when large groups of people immigrate.
“So Lanjo, who is the special secret visitor you have with Ornox?”
“Why don’t you go over and ask. Meanwhile I’ll set up your usual.”
The creature sat down across from King. “Hi, my name’s Korton. We get plenty of mysterious people around these parts, but if Lanjo thought you were dangerous, he wouldn’t be joking around.”
King removed his hood and introduced himself. He had relaxed and told himself to not be so jumpy.
“I think I know who you are. You’re the human that had lived with Najarin and are now staying at Kiru Palace. Not too many dignitaries come around these parts. Except for Intress, but she visits everywhere. That’s just who she is… What brings you down to these parts?”
“First I wanted to see the Mérast residence/shop; second I came to acquire a personal belonging.”
“You lost your scanner? Because –“
“Something far more important than a scanner.”
The bell above the door downstairs rang; another customer entered. Ornox got up and headed to the counter to pick up his drivers and wonderful array of pastries. Lanjo went down the half flight of stairs to the library and chatted to the customer. Then he took out a key and opened a lock glass-paneled cabinet. He removed a book, relocked the door, and handed the book to the newcomer. After chatting a bit more, the customer paid him a bag of coins and hurried off to continue his day.
“Is what you were looking for in the box?” Ornox starred over at King.
“Yes, but it is somewhat worthless to me at the moment. I need access to some tech in the arsenal. I can’t just waltz in and take it. Bodal will get suspicious, and Intress can only cover for me so much…”
“I have some relatives that are guards… as long as you’re not going to take anything, I can get you in. They are going to search you both coming in and going out, but that’s just procedure. No questions though, and full cover.”
“That would be really helpful, and I don’t mind searches, you’ve never been to my world’s country… First I would like to see Mérast’s joint.”
“I can assist you with that as well.” Ornox grinned and took a chomp out of a pastry.
At least finally he has his laptop. “Hopefully Intress understands…”

I believe this is where we were. Well time to wait for comments.

Supposedly I had written my tour of Mérast’s house and shop, but I don’t see it in my rough drafts (but I distinctly remember writing it)… Also I have a note that I have a conversation with Intress afterwards. No clue about that, and no memory of this. This section just appears out of nowhere.  I do remember that it takes place far out of Kiru City I believe in a deserty area.

 
“Perfect this will create enough power to operate my laptop. It was painful enough to sneak this tech out of the secret lab.”
“So what does it do?”
“Wait Ornox, it needs to receive energy first. Good the extension works with this make-shift socket. Steady… Yes! Here it goes. Good, a stream of voltage.” King excidedly pressed the power button as the solar charge converter feed it energy. King thought nothing of the innocent “resuming windows” that he had seen so many times while powering up a hibernated laptop. “Funny I don’t recognize this program… Someone messed with this” King’s concern turned into shock. “What’s this? Chaos is the hotspot name…  Holy stanking manure patties of the cows! This is the best wi-fi I have ever seen! Check out this speed. One gigabyte per second! I didn’t even start up the Wiflesi – there shouldn’t be any wi-fi out here…” The first thing King did was to log into chaotic. “I’ve received private messages; RulerofChaos– ‘You’re work here is not finished. Do not try to cheat me.’” King opened the next message from antidaeon911: “Ahh well just in case you can figure something out for the 6th…” (Real pm quote)
A cry of pain from behind interrupted him. Out of the corner of his eye, he witnessed Ornox fall face-first to the ground – dead. King quickly turned around while getting up; his hand grasped around his belt. Today was not the day to forget a sword. He prepared himself, then – total shock – his hands dropped. He was looking at Maxxor. But when he talked, King heard himself speak. Not the voice other’s around you here, and you don’t recognize when it is played back to you, but the voice you think you sound like. It was as if he was talking through King’s mind.
 
Wiflesi
OP-Super Rare-Battle Gear
 
Equipped Creature may not move into empty spaces.
Other creatures you control may move to equipped creatures adjacent unoccupied spaces as if they were adjacent to them.
Once per turn you may switch the positions of two creatures you control equipped with Wiflesi.
 
Reveal this battlegear at the beginning of the game.
 
Flavor text: With this devise you can communicate with even those who are not near.

can i be in it

No sorry, this story is actually finished. I am just gradually releasing the chapters based on viewer response. If you would like, I may possibly place you into Monkey's Story.