Darkarna
Grandmaster
Sometimes, exploration of already trodden paths can reveal mysteries that somehow, are overlooked by the masses that frequently but unknowingly pass them by. The basis of this story begins atop the wonderfully placed sea front bank of Nujel'm.
Skip to the stars ******************************** if you can't be bothered to read a wall of text.
After visiting many weird and wonderful places, one place became a focal point for additional analysis, the wonderful city of Nujel'm. With its secluded nature, rich and powerful inhabitants and a cemetery where the guards are more than happy to intervene, Nujel'm has always been a place of dreams and wonders. One place in particular was and still is the envy of all thieves alike, with its sprawling halls and outfitted for that of an emperor, the palace itself holds vast amounts of swag which somehow is welded down to the surface it sits, even the humble bread loaf requires God like intervention to move. Deep within the folds of the palace rests a vault like no other, untold riches force their alluring nature upon the poor souls that happen to pass this place of despair and to make matters worse, the doors are locked by an unseen force, a sign which screamed "Stay away, nothing to see here!", if only we had listened.
Standing next to the door, a soft whispering noise emanated from within, a call which translated simply into a cry of help. This should have been ample enough warning for us to rethink our strategies, should have been enough for us to walk away without thinking twice of that dreaded place, but of course when you are standing outside of a locked room filled with treasure only one can dream of, what does one or two do? You pray to the Gods for divine intervention of course and plead for them to open the door. A few moments passed, perhaps our plead of greed was unheard, perhaps there was another reason why the door was secured tightly, perha.....The thought hardly had time to leave the emptiness of the brain cavity when a vast flash of lightning blinded both me and my side kick *Grins, sorry*, Liberty and a nova of fire engulfed the entire area. Staring around in disbelief, a few frightened messages passed nervously between the two of us and a fresh change of underwear later, the door opened *Click*.
Like a pair of excited children, we pushed and shoved our way into the now, unlocked vault. Surrounded by wealth which even Famara or Babethoven would find trouble not masturb.......Moving on... There was one minor issue, everything was either to heavy to lift, the same weight as a castle heavy, or welded to the floor. The other issue was the door had mysteriously locked it self. Sitting nearly invisible on a luscious mountain of gold, was a ghost.. a ghost? A GHOST?!?!?!?!?!?!. Running around like a pair of headless chickens, scratching the walls and screaming like a pair of demented harpies it soon became apparent that we would soon have to face our fears. Apprehensively, we pulled ourselves together and crept over to the ghost *the thinking at the time was that if we crept, the ghost would not see us. doh* Standing a few feet away, it was apparent that the ghost was more solid than ethereal, it looked at us, its eyes burning tunnels through our souls but with a catch... The same force welding everything in place had also welded the poor ghost in place.
Greed, the ghost had actually became an object of great importance since one could actually touch it and obviously, economically lucre, but try as we may, the ghost would not budge. An hour passed by, we had searched every corner of the room, looked in every crack ....... for a lever, a button, ANYTHING that would release the mechanism that held our new found prize.. friend.. firmly in place. It was time to get back in touch with the Gods, even risking our own liberty *grin* it just had to be done. A quick prayer later and a few hundred more tugs at the ghost and astonishingly, a God in all his magnificent glory appeared by our sides. Somehow, the God did not see the ghost but after a few rounds of the room the God bumped into it. Our plea for riches fell on deaf ears, the ghost was staying put but interestingly, it had a brother or sister which appeared at a house which fell down due to being neglected.
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This ladies and gentlemen *lowercase on purpose*, is the end of this story, if you skipped from the top down to here, then in a nutshell, we found an item which was called Ghost. Ghost actually kept us amused for the best part of an hour, nothing better to do, and we even had intervention of the staff. The whole point of this was to elaborate on how the Ghost statue came about, perhaps implemented in a better way to provide as much entertainment as me and Liberty had from it. If you did enjoy reading this and found that the end ended a little abruptly, please accept my heart-felt apologies as this is how we felt about the Ghost and its resurrection upon an IDOC. If you think this was a load of crap, again, I apologize with all my heart but please note, you did not have to read this.
Skip to the stars ******************************** if you can't be bothered to read a wall of text.
After visiting many weird and wonderful places, one place became a focal point for additional analysis, the wonderful city of Nujel'm. With its secluded nature, rich and powerful inhabitants and a cemetery where the guards are more than happy to intervene, Nujel'm has always been a place of dreams and wonders. One place in particular was and still is the envy of all thieves alike, with its sprawling halls and outfitted for that of an emperor, the palace itself holds vast amounts of swag which somehow is welded down to the surface it sits, even the humble bread loaf requires God like intervention to move. Deep within the folds of the palace rests a vault like no other, untold riches force their alluring nature upon the poor souls that happen to pass this place of despair and to make matters worse, the doors are locked by an unseen force, a sign which screamed "Stay away, nothing to see here!", if only we had listened.
Standing next to the door, a soft whispering noise emanated from within, a call which translated simply into a cry of help. This should have been ample enough warning for us to rethink our strategies, should have been enough for us to walk away without thinking twice of that dreaded place, but of course when you are standing outside of a locked room filled with treasure only one can dream of, what does one or two do? You pray to the Gods for divine intervention of course and plead for them to open the door. A few moments passed, perhaps our plead of greed was unheard, perhaps there was another reason why the door was secured tightly, perha.....The thought hardly had time to leave the emptiness of the brain cavity when a vast flash of lightning blinded both me and my side kick *Grins, sorry*, Liberty and a nova of fire engulfed the entire area. Staring around in disbelief, a few frightened messages passed nervously between the two of us and a fresh change of underwear later, the door opened *Click*.
Like a pair of excited children, we pushed and shoved our way into the now, unlocked vault. Surrounded by wealth which even Famara or Babethoven would find trouble not masturb.......Moving on... There was one minor issue, everything was either to heavy to lift, the same weight as a castle heavy, or welded to the floor. The other issue was the door had mysteriously locked it self. Sitting nearly invisible on a luscious mountain of gold, was a ghost.. a ghost? A GHOST?!?!?!?!?!?!. Running around like a pair of headless chickens, scratching the walls and screaming like a pair of demented harpies it soon became apparent that we would soon have to face our fears. Apprehensively, we pulled ourselves together and crept over to the ghost *the thinking at the time was that if we crept, the ghost would not see us. doh* Standing a few feet away, it was apparent that the ghost was more solid than ethereal, it looked at us, its eyes burning tunnels through our souls but with a catch... The same force welding everything in place had also welded the poor ghost in place.
Greed, the ghost had actually became an object of great importance since one could actually touch it and obviously, economically lucre, but try as we may, the ghost would not budge. An hour passed by, we had searched every corner of the room, looked in every crack ....... for a lever, a button, ANYTHING that would release the mechanism that held our new found prize.. friend.. firmly in place. It was time to get back in touch with the Gods, even risking our own liberty *grin* it just had to be done. A quick prayer later and a few hundred more tugs at the ghost and astonishingly, a God in all his magnificent glory appeared by our sides. Somehow, the God did not see the ghost but after a few rounds of the room the God bumped into it. Our plea for riches fell on deaf ears, the ghost was staying put but interestingly, it had a brother or sister which appeared at a house which fell down due to being neglected.
************************************************************************yawn*************************************************************************
This ladies and gentlemen *lowercase on purpose*, is the end of this story, if you skipped from the top down to here, then in a nutshell, we found an item which was called Ghost. Ghost actually kept us amused for the best part of an hour, nothing better to do, and we even had intervention of the staff. The whole point of this was to elaborate on how the Ghost statue came about, perhaps implemented in a better way to provide as much entertainment as me and Liberty had from it. If you did enjoy reading this and found that the end ended a little abruptly, please accept my heart-felt apologies as this is how we felt about the Ghost and its resurrection upon an IDOC. If you think this was a load of crap, again, I apologize with all my heart but please note, you did not have to read this.
