[Note: Screenshot is a funny little background I made ages ago, it’s unrelated.. I’ve been meaning to submit it though. The sprite in the corner is one I made of myself. I actually wear that cape in real life –at least in cold weather. xDD]
Hey all, my first fanfic… I know, I know… omgtehwhathax MMOTales is for blogging! Well I’m going to clog it up with another storyline just like everybody else? Okay? Lol. I’m hoping to at least match Indecscane (the best writer on MMOTales in my opinion) for quality, but that’d really be like comparing apples to oranges. His style of humor and writing is a world apart from mine.. and he’s a lot better with big words than me. >.<;; But I’ll try my best. Honestly, I can’t promise I’ll continue the series, depends on the mood I’m in and the responses I get. :-p PLEASE COMMENT, IF YOU HATE IT, FLAME ME. AND TELL ME WHY. IF YOU LIKE IT, CLICK LIKE AND/OR COMMENT. I DON’T WRITE FOR LIKES AND COMMENTS, BUT I DO POST THEM FOR THE SAKE OF SHARING WITH OTHERS. LET ME KNOW YOU’RE OUT THERE PEOPLE!! IF YOU’RE NOT A MEMBER, JOIN, IT’S A GOOD SITE. IF YOU ARE, FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THINGS SPIFFY SIGN IN. (end caps) As a final note, the triple dashes indicate change of perspective. Here goes:

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The name’s BlastMage. BlastMage89, but my friends just call me Blast. BM works too, but that’s easily confused with “Black Mage” or “Blast Mule” (my crazy noob cousin). I like bagels, but not sauerkraut. I thank all things holy I’m a cleric, because I’ll never have to eat unagi. You got all that good? Don’t step on my toes and we’ll be fine together. Now you’ll probably never believe my story if I tell you, but you look like a fellow with time on your hands, so sit down, and rest your stats awhile.. let me weave a yarn of the strange and terrible events I survived not three months ago.

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Walking through Hensys one sunny day, Blast soaked up some rays walking through the southeast plaza, and sidestepped a few beggared archers. Noobs, a scourge of the land, until they learned civility and grew into actual players of course. He frowned at yet another of them, asking for “just 200 mesoz plox!11!!!”, the fool lad had a bow, and enough bolts in his quiver… he could make that much money in ten minutes if he tired. Shaking his head, the young cleric readjusted his robes -red with a white over drape decorated with a yellow star in front and held in place with a cord at the waist- to pull out his communicator. A small device resemblant of a pocket gps, this handheld was vital to any serious mapler, with portable messaging, a locator, task log, and even management for an adventurer’s physical capabilities, everybody needed them, and nobody was without them –though some of the less experienced were still figuring theirs out. He punched a few keys, and his ambient sound shut off, the radio stream for maplers in Hensys was mediocre at best, and with little effort, Blast punched up a much worthier net radio.
Nodding his head and snapping his fingers to techno beats, he stopped by the potion shop to order more supplies. It was a good day indeed, he’d finally killed off enough golems to help Blackbull complete a new home, the rugged man in Perion had been waiting weeks to move in his relatives from the southerly bowman town, Hensys. Making his way back to the south plaza, BlastMage laughed at a few beginners “playing” with recently materialized robots –somebody had monsterbombed the place again, and made his way off to the ever infamous dungeon.

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Kicked back on a bench in her hometown, Riella gazed at the sky, her much handy sword and shield propped next to her. (She kept other weaponry, slung in the pack resting nearby as well, but the Traus was by far her favorite.) She wasn’t in the mood for more flirty little warriors moving up on her today, and anyone who tried to sit beside her would be sharing space with the thick yellow blade in the most uncomfortable of ways. Flicking away strands of long purple hair from her eyes, she observed a cloud here and a bird there. At her level she really should be using potions more heavily, to get her strength back faster, but she didn’t have so much spare coin as many people, and chilling out on this hard stone bench suited her just as well to recuperate from slaughtering copper drakes all day. The momentary break was welcome regardless, she’d have a long climb back up the East Rocky Mountains when she returned to lurk in their breeding grounds again.
“Hey hey, what do we have here!?”, exclaimed a shadow that walked across her sunlight. “Pretty little warrior chick, what’re you doing here all alone?”
“I’m resting. I need my HP if I’m going to slaugher incremental numbers of lesser dragons in the high mountains.” she said in a casual drawl, “Majority of the larger of which could probably one-hit you. Get out of my sun, do I look like I’m in a playful mood?”, by the end of which her tone had become venomous. The young thief, as he appeared to be now that she’d looked at him more properly, with a rusty old claw and a guild tag that flashed XDarkStriders, looked somewhat taken aback by her rough dismissal, but was not deterred.
“Now, you don’t have to go and be so harsh about it, I can be a gentleman…”, he said, laying a hand to cover hers, resting on the arm of the bench, and leaning in to smile in her face.

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Below, other inhabitants of Perion, the regulars, or those just passing through, went about their day, rushing off to the market, or the potion shop, or the dungeon path. Busying themselves with their tasks for the morning, not many stopped to look as a bruised thief sailed screaming from the ledge above, landed with a thud, and slid into Mr. Wang’s storage box, cracking his head with a sickening crash. The businessman frowned at him with his one good eye, but then concluding he was still alive, dismissed him from his attention as well.

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Blast grinned as the green mushroom charged at him, insolent little creatures, he contemplated why they hadn’t by now learned to let travelers be. He jumped over it’s head, landed in a roll, and coming to stop in a crouch, pointed his wand backward. The monster exploded as it was raked through with magic, and the magician laughed.
“YOU started it!” He cackled and climbed a last few ladders, soon he had reached Perion’s dungeon path, and was shredding through equally ignorant fire boars as he jumped from rope to ledge to ledge and thereafter reached the warrior town of Perion. BlastMage cackled to himself, back in his weaker days, he would have needed to walk all the way around the outside rim of Victoria Island to reach Perion in the northern mountains, now, with his incrementally greater magical acuity, it was no problem to cut straight through the center, and the monsters that inhabited it. It was those deeper underground that actually posed a threat, and he would go there sometime in the near future he was sure, to train further.
A few more ledges jumped revealed Blackbull, a heavily tattooed and garbed native, with a savage spear and a savager haircut. The high rise ponytail was “popular around town”, as he called it, but he’d seen nobody else wearing such a monstrosity.
“Blackbull, I got you the materials you needed, and even hunted down the monsters that stole the land title from your son! What is the great reward you spoke of!?” Blast said, brandishing the aforementioned materials and deed, recently extracted from a bulging knapsack. He had actually lied about finding it.. he’d had to buy it (for a great deal of mesos) of another user that had gotten to it first. Blackbull ho-hummed, and scratched at the root of his ponytail before snatching the items away and tossing a pouch to Blast.
“EXP, mesos, and a scroll my friend, oh, I also raised your level of popularity a bit. You’ll be better known around town now!” he said laughing and elbowing Blast.
“Oh.. thanks, I guess.”, Blast replied, grumbling and walking away, he could have found the same things just as easily for less than what he had paid for that deed. He considered briefly the possibility of a lawsuit, but decided against it… he still wasn’t 100% sure the man wouldn’t try to eat him.
Blast climbed a few more ledges higher up, he could sell his less useful goods collected in the dungeon cheap to the clerk in the weapons shop, and being completely broke at the moment, could certainly use the extra coin. Suddenly, a loud POP was heard, and candy was raining from the sky, cheap toffee and chews, but candy regardless. People ran to catch bits of the sugary goodness, as an included message ran across the inside of Blast’s eyelids;
“party @ dances wit blaroog’s crib! loLolOllool!!!!11!!!!”, it read in eyebleedingly poor grammar. Blast frowned at the annoyance, but headed off to the party regardless, there would probably be item drop games there, and perhaps his recently acquired teleport would allow him to rob something valuable of a careless showoff. Anything he could bring to market would benefit his wallet, and right now, that was feeling a little thin.

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Riella was just getting up from her bench as a message flashed behind her eyes, a party at her trainer’s house, Dances with Balrog would disapprove, but she doubted he’d do anything to stop resulting partygoers, he was far to stoic for needless violence, he probably wouldn’t even leave his post at all. Well, perhaps a party was just what she needed the few friends she did have all said she got too set on her training. She wasn’t particularly social most of the time, but it would be nice to be around people for once, within reason at least. Laughing, she set off for the top of Perion.
When she arrived at the high and heavily engraved wall that marked Dances’ place of residence, she looked around to see small flows of people entering as well, a lot of adventurers must have heard the shout out, and it’d be crowded inside she was sure. She didn’t like crowds much, and resolved to stay well out of the way for the most part. Going inside, she pushed through hordes of different maplers and found a clear spot by the wall to watch the party; Everyone talking excitedly, many jumping around, drop games and even a couple of magicians messing around with lighting up the ceiling of the cave using magic bolts.
The party was noisy, and the guests uncivilized, she didn’t plan to stay long in the mess of people.. but something caught her eye. One bowman was perched up on a high ledge, he dropped a set of fancy throwing stars, Kumbis. Not the best available, but the little guy was clearly proud of his recent find, he was also clearly not very smart, throwing them out there for anybody to steal. As it turned out, they were in the open for too long, and in a flash of blue sparks, a magician popped in and grabbed it. She smiled slightly, he was kind of cute she supposed, with a scruffy mop top stuffed flat under a big green hat, and brandishing his wizard’s wand proudly at his find. The bowman growled audibly and jumped at him, but he teleported to another ledge out of reach, leaving the bowman sprawling on the ground. Two of the archer’s friends –apparently guild mates, if her keen eyes made out their badges correctly, came to his aid, and one shouted at the magician;
“Hey! You cowardly little bugger, get down here and earn those stars!”, he said angrily.
“Yeah!” the other agreed, “we’ll fight you for them!” and made a fist. The magician puffed out his chest and replied just as haughtily;
“Hah, I don’t have time to fight you buffoons, and I need to sell these anyhow, you can have this instead!” He pulled a black pouch from his pocket, and removing the cord, tossed it down onto the platform with the three. In a puff of smoke, a gaggle of giant toy robots appeared, and caught unaware, they were each grabbed, and in turn thrown into the crowd. The antagonistic magician laughed, and dove out the door.

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BlastMage walked off from the party in stitches, he couldn’t stop laughing, nooby guild members with their nooby hoorah-stick-together-mates attitude. He cackled and climbed the nearby staircase with a hop and a chortle. He’d been at the party nearly all day, flirting with young warrior girls and binge drinking sugary potions (that’d warrant teeth brushing soon, or else a cure spell for rotted teeth), and now he was ready to chill and watch the stars with the ever silent Manic, who paid him no mind regardless. Yes, Blast had gotten what he’d gone to that party for, and would be able to refill his wallet to some extent when he brought those Kumbis to market later, but what he didn’t see was probably just as important… a lone silhouette that slipped from the noisy gathering, and ever so softly, begin to climb the staircase after him.