Aldwyn Buttlet: the Mysterious Hero Appears!

Buttlet · February 2016

Our hero, Aldwyn arrives in the city of Hashan after being sent to the Ithmia to aid the people there in preserving Nature! Our hero is currently unaware that he happened to arrive in the wrong city, but such details are irrelevant to such a mighty warrior in the making. After meeting with his peers, Remir Lokelinde and Zepra Rousseau, Buttlet embarks on a journey of vengeance and truth, routing the foul beings that have cast a long shadow across Sapience's young.

Returning victoriously, our hero decided to follow his wise grandmother's advice and seek a mate in the fair Juliet. Following is a copy of his correspondence to her, as well as a summary of his deeds.

*a wide, looping hand appears to have scrawled out a childlike message in colored chalk*

HI!

I BEAT THE PYGMIES UP! THEY DIDN'T HAVE ANY ANSWERS, THOUGH. MOST OF THEM, ANYWAY.

*underneath is a simple drawing of what appears to be a stick figure with a stick sword and either another sword or a shield, it's hard to tell*

THE PYGMY CHIEF ONLY TOLD ME WHAT I NEEDED TO FIND THE REAL VILLAIN, THE PRIESTESS!

*a 'drawing' follows which is mostly scribbled blue and black. In the centre, what appears to be an oversized candel in white and yellow is drawn, two stick figures clashing underneath it*

I BEAT HER UP AND TOOK ALL HER STUFF. SOME PEOPLE TOLD ME TO GO KILL SOME CULTISTS CUASE THEY WERE BAD!

*a drawing follows that depicts a stick figure with two stick weapons riding astride something that looks like a giant ant-eater with a lot of spikes sticking out of it*

I CAME BACK HOME AND THEY GAVE ME A LOT OF GOLD! I'M RICH NOW! WANT TO GO ON A DATE

[Y|N]

Also among the gems of knowledge his grandmother gifted him was the knowledge of how to 'play the field.'

mail letter to siduri
You exclaim in a screechy, irritating voice, "One of them is bound to say yes!"

After such a campaign of successes, our hero was obliged to wander outside the city. He found himself in a strange, menacing place that seemed to have no exit, for every turn led him right back to where he began. Panic began to set in when he encountered a strange, slug-like creature. Panic that soon turned to triumph as the otherworldly creature bestowed upon Buttlet the confidence of a Mighty Hero!

Slimy cistern (indoors).
Heavy slime oozes about as the water from this cistern swirls around you. Bits of unrecognisable
flotsam brush against you, sending shivers up your spine. The tepid water lends a foul and
oppressive stench to the area. A natural outcropping of rock forms a rim around the top of the
cistern, allowing passage out in the cardinal directions. A ponderous, slug-like monster rests here,
its evil eyestalks glaring and tentacles extending outward.
You see exits leading north, east, south, and west.
1114h, 1060m, 99%en 100%wp 36% - no line out E|N|S|W
A slugbeast reaches out with its tentacles and smacks you, leaving you dazed and confused, the slimy
residue on your skin poisoning you with its toxins.
You are confused as to the effects of the venom.
?:1114h, 1180m, 99%en 100%wp [reck]36% - no line out E|N|S|W(+120m, 10.2%)

Wielding this well-deserved confidence in his hot little hand, our hero turns his sights towards the villains that his wise grandmother had warned him about. The invaders of the forest!

Buttlet · February 2016

Chapter Two: Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo!

Requesting aid from a citymate, our hero probes into the mysterious sources of his newfound power!

You feel a strong tug in the pit of your stomach. Your surroundings dissolve into the featureless

swirl of the ether, resolving once more into a recognisable landscape as you land before Percey.

Before a decayed wooden gate (road).

The sun beats down oppressively upon the land, banishing any moisture beneath its rays. A perpetual

mix of rain and snow has left the ground here spongy and soggy. A massive gate, once the entrance to

an ancient fortification, lies here broken and shattered. The strong trees that once comprised the

gate have been snapped like twigs under a mighty force that must have brought war upon this secluded

fortress. Hidden in the foliage a vague female shape can be made out. Wings flaring, a pegasus

tosses his regal head impatiently. Forestwalker Kah is here, vines undulating about his form. Percey,

of Hashan is here. His features are obscured by a protective cloth mask. He wields a Shield of

Absorption in his left hand.

[spoiler]"Flee! Fly like the wind!" you cry out, making for the nearest exit.

You run around madly, flapping your arms in a blind panic.

Percey says to you in a silvery voice, "Follow me."

You say in a screechy, irritating voice, "Oh?"

You exclaim in a screechy, irritating voice, "Okay!"

You begin to follow Percey.

You follow Percey south to Parade of the Founders by Porta Aquila.

Percey asks you in a silvery voice, "Do you have any afflictions?"

You say in a screechy, irritating voice, "I don't know! Uh..."

You ask Percey in a screechy, irritating voice, "Am I 12 feet tall?"

Percey says to you in a silvery voice, "Try to DIAGNOSE yourself."

You are:

reckless. (274.514s)

Cured By: Eat Lobelia / Eat Argentum and Focus Mind

Percey says in a silvery voice, "Hardly."

Casting a silvery shadow in the sky, the pale light of the moon above perseveres throughout the day.

You exclaim in a screechy, irritating voice, "Did I ever, as far as you remember, bed a goddess?!"

Percey says in a silvery voice, "Not to my memory."

You exclaim in a screechy, irritating voice, "'Cause for some reason, I remember something like that happening!"

You look about yourself, rubbing your chin thoughtfully.

You exclaim to Percey in a screechy, irritating voice, "I bet we could go kick the bad people out of the forest ourselves, you and me!"

You exclaim in a screechy, irritating voice, "Come on, let's do it!"

A Hashani, training longsword rings out brightly as you rapidly draw it from a rugged brown leather scabbard.

You quickly unlash a lightweight Hashani tower shield free from a leather backstrap, shifting it over your head and into your right hand.

Percey says in a silvery voice, "I'd gladly help you out, but I was busy at the laboratory."

You have emoted: Buttlet begins marching off to war, waving a Hashani, training longsword high.

You exclaim in a screechy, irritating voice, "OKAY!"

You have emoted: Buttlet marches off to fight Eleusus, one would assume. By himself.

Percey says in a silvery voice, "You, ah, be careful."

Percey brushes the dust and dirt off of you.

Percey, of Hashan has lost you.

Percey says in a silvery voice, "Go get 'em, tiger."

You tell Percey, "((You aren't going to stop him?! ."))

Percey tells you, "If we never made mistakes, we'd never learn."[/spoiler]

Our hero arrives after several days (minutes) of hard tracking (regular and well-marked paths through the Ithmia) until he reaches the stronghold of the forestal invaders (Eleusis. He's a very confused young man.)

[spoiler]Base of the Eleusian Gatehouse.

Sunset falls upon the arid landscape, the reddish light filtering across the horizon. A narrow path

weaving between the towering, monstrous oaks leads to a well-trodden track of red earth ending in a

small clearing. Emerald blades within the grassy glade bend hypnotically in the occasional gust of

wind, framed circularly by dense, bushy growth impossible to pass through except by the most

minuscule of animals and tiny, creeping creatures. Stemming from a tremendous oak of incredible

girth, sturdy branches grow in tiers and form a natural staircase. The spiral of limbs climbs

steadily upwards, periodically dropping leaves that flutter to the forest floor below. Sounds can be

heard high above in the treetops, drifting down on the soft breeze. A crystalline golem stands here.

Elias the Gatekeeper is here, standing watch. A runic totem is planted solidly in the ground. A

large oak tree stands here, a silent reminder of a legend. A sigil in the shape of a small,

rectangular monolith is on the ground. Polished marble gleaming, the Effigy of Victory resides here,

a testament to the favour of the Gods. A Briar Knight casts a cool gaze over the village. An

ornately carved cairn stone dominates the area. There are 2 woodland rangers here. Suffused with the

power of Nature, a veiled dryad lingers in the shadows. With silent vigil, a gnarled treekin roots

to the ground. A common red admiral butterfly flits about over your head. The Blue Dragon Miriew's

imposing form looms. The Silver Dragon Everley's imposing form looms. Tendril Laniara Vorondil, of

the Oak Tree is here. She wields a wyvern-etched druidic quarterstaff in both hands.

You see exits leading north and up.

Everley ponders you with a contemplative expression.

You have emoted: Buttlet raises a Hashani, training longsword on high, standing tall(ish) as a paragon of Strength and Justice.

You yell, "My name is Aldwyn Buttlett, and my grandma told me you were bad people, and I feel awesome, so I'm going to fight you!"

Miriew ponders you with a contemplative expression.

You have emoted: Buttlet levels a Hashani, training longsword at Everley.

Miriew casually lifts a well-muscled forelimb, nonchalantly inspecting the wickedly curved talons.

Black scales shimmer around Deladan as he enters from the up.

Airius arrives from the up.

Ithmian Squire Deladan Veranius, Obsidian Patriarch's breath sizzles as he says, "You're retarded."

Huntsmistress Everley Le'Yuet, Shirreyder en Brath's breath crackles and sparks as she says, "You sure about that?"

The Dragon melts away from Deladan, leaving him a Satyr once again.

Airius raises an eyebrow questioningly.

Airius raises an eyebrow and exclaims, "What the foozle?!" in confusion.

You exclaim in a screechy, irritating voice, "I don't know why, but I wandered into this place and something hit me and now I feel like I can take you all on!"

Frost crackles around Froggy Druid, Miriew 'Mushroom Man' Le'Yuet as he says to you, "Don't believe everything you're told, kid."

Miriew reaches over to you and ruffles your hair.

Airius raises an eyebrow questioningly.

You have emoted: Buttlet hones in on Deladan.

You exclaim to Deladan in a screechy, irritating voice, "You look strong!"

Ithmian Squire Deladan Veranius, Obsidian Patriarch says, "Please do."

You point a Hashani, training longsword at Deladan.

Airius smirks.

Deladan attempts to stifle his amusement but cannot help laughing aloud.

You scream in a screechy, irritating voice, "HAVE AT YOOOOOU!!"

Target Changed to Deladan

You scream in a screechy, irritating voice, "UNGH!"

You carve into Deladan's flesh with a vicious strike, opening a bleeding wound.

The attack rebounds back onto you!

You brutally smash your shield into Deladan.

The attack rebounds back onto you!

Airius raises his longsword over his head and begins to swing it in a wide circle, gaining speed as he goes.[/spoiler]

What followed was a whirlwind of violence! A glorious battle to be sung unto the heavens by the wisest and craftiest of bards!

Buttlet · February 2016

Chapter Three: Dude, where's my power?

At least it was in Buttlet's head. At least until the venom wore off.

[spoiler]
You have been slain by Deladan. (Airius beheading someone)

All your golden sovereigns fall from your lifeless hands. (Airius beheading someone)

A passing traveller sees you dropping some of your worldly possessions and frowns sympathetically,

kneeling down to collect your goods and promising to return them to you.(Airius beheading someone) (0.214s) (607.723s)

167h, 177m, 100%en 100%wp [sen st ill hypoch sli ano cl par ast add dark]22% - no line out N|U(locks: hard, soft and venom)(hold breath|fitness)(Airius beheading someone)

You are dead and cannot do that. (Airius beheading someone)

(Airius beheading someone) (6.268s) (3.867s) (8.189s) (4.968s) (0.431s) (0.431s) (8.191s) (13.428s) (10.042s) (10.042s) (6.273s)

(p)

(svof): We died.[/spoiler]

Our hero found himself a spirit, cast off from the mortal coil! Surprised, yet still resolute, he sought to probe his wily foes for answers.

[spoiler]You exclaim in a screechy, irritating voice, "The person lied!"

You ask in a quietly shrill voice, "...Why do I feel very silly all of a sudden?"

Froggy Druid, Miriew 'Mushroom Man' Le'Yuet's breath mists with frost as he says, "Good reasons."

You say in a quietly shrill voice, "I thought I was the immortal hero...."

Green vapours mingle with Captain Kondar Veranius's breath as he says, "Not so much."

Green vapours mingle with Captain Kondar Veranius's breath as he says, "May wanna embrace, take a tour through Thoth's halls."

Airius, Initiate of the Ithmia says, "Oh this is a real person."

Airius, Initiate of the Ithmia says, "Moron."

You say despondently in a quietly shrill voice, "Yeah...."

You exclaim in a quietly shrill voice, "It seemed like a really good idea at the time!"

You say in a quietly shrill voice, "Um..."

Laniara says in a soft, tranquil voice, "His words bit back?"

Froggy Druid, Miriew 'Mushroom Man' Le'Yuet's breath mists with frost as he says, "In a manner of speaking."

You exclaim in a quietly shrill voice, "My grandma must have been right! You ARE bad people who stole the forest!"

Froggy Druid, Miriew 'Mushroom Man' Le'Yuet's breath mists with frost as he says, "He managed to hit himself once, at least."

You say despondently in a quietly shrill voice, "Well... yeaaaah...."

You exclaim in a quietly shrill voice, "I'm going to find out what made me feel so invincible, and then come back to use it against you!"

You say in a quietly shrill voice, "I could have sworn I could take more than that... um...."

Gripped by the cold embrace of death, you succumb to the darkness... [/spoiler]

What lessons shall this fallen titan take from such a setback? Stay tuned, dear reader, for further tales of Aldwyn Buttlet, the Legendary Hero!