Short Stories - Exiled Jack (+more)

Corrupted Archive - Price of knowledge / Old sands (3/7)

I let my blood drain from the body, passed out and plunged into the pool of blood - completing the ritual. To the elements of the ritual I have seen, I added the previously known herbs and the blood of animals that were not thought of by the local people.

I absorbed the strength of this place. I feel like I could rip enemies open with my bare hands, eat their warm live raw body. I want to run barefoot on lava and play wildly with first human or animal I see. I don’t feel like myself anymore.

I left the great panther domain, ending up in the equally warm sands of sandstone red desert. It’s harder to find water here - you can’t lick hot rocks like you would in a volcano.

Since people are hiding here like cowards, searching for knowledge can take years, which I don’t want to sacrifice. Although my stay in the land of the serpent might be a good lesson in patience…
I doubt I’d like to learn that.

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Corrupted Archive - Wet place / Bare snack (4/7)

This part of the underground is refreshing, wet and beautiful. I found it hard to believe, but I didn’t need to take a breath even once, and I’ve been swimming here for a couple of days now. Evidently the place can fill people with power. The question is: Is it possible to harness this power somehow and take it with you?

Until the sharp edges of the rocks ripped my clothes off, I realized that I am not a fish. A crocodile house is a trap, not a place to get power - unless it’s really well hidden.

From the very beginning, I felt watched, although I didn’t see other people here.
The dominant beast must have a taste for me. I don’t want to become a bare snack for the underwater god - I want to become one!

Hope the beast doesn’t get hungry until I reach the surface.

:information_source: Publishing on weekends :mailbox_with_mail: Let’s just pretend the weekend has already started. :shushing_face:

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Corrupted Archive - Turning back / Not the stars (5/7)

The path I have taken does not seem to be of benefit to me, so I decided to go back through the underworld red desert. Nobody found my hidden chests. I have sand in my mouth and every other gap or slit - again.

In the distance I saw a mirage - ice here in the desert? It had to be an illusion, and yet it was not. It was then that I understood what flickered in the cave ceiling.

These are not stars, but crystals and minerals, as well as black ice - it is noticeably cold and you can smell magic from it. The ice vein stretches through the hot regions. If it doesn’t melt in such heat, I already know where I should be looking for more power - in the territory of the ice giants.

I will follow the ice like my lucky star in the sky.

:grey_question: How do you take a picture of the sky so that it looks like underground? Just take any picture of the sky and convince everyone that they are really looking at :eyes: something else. Let the truth not blind you and your knowledge! - it worked with the flat earth theory :man_student:

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Corrupted Archive - Cold searches / Bad luck (6/7)

The first days were tough, the cold here is as deadly as the lava heat, but not everything is as it might seem. No warm clothing can provide protection against the supernatural winter - ancient knowledge does, and there’s a lot of it here.

Running half-naked on the ice is not a shame, but a sign of true power. Everyone should look at me with respect and fear!

Unfortunately I overestimated my knowledge. Spells and potions don’t last forever. I felt weak and as hungry as ever - passed out, fell off a cliff.

I woke up in a settlement of ice giants, they treated me like a pet, played like a doll, but they cared for my needs like caring parents - I was badly injured after the fall, and only after a year did I regain enough strength to escape.

Just like from my parents, I also ran away from the giants. But this time I took more than I expected. In that one year, the whole world has changed for me. I decided to explore the deepest caves in the underworld next…

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Corrupted Archive - Backpack / The greatest sorcerer (7/7)

The backpack weighs more and more, I can barely stand on my feet. I don’t know who would like to live here of their own free will, yet people build bridges and hanging fortresses here.

If I want to go through a spider’s domain, I have to find an outcast they call…
“Block Spammer” - just by the name, I hate him already. And don’t think I will waste my time to persuade him to help, I will kill him and take the rope bridge or a horizontal elevator with me.

I hope Anu won’t leave the underworld without me. I met him in the ice giants camp - they were afraid of him like fire. He decided to teach me and revealed how to escape from this dark place. In return, I promised to write the last pages I got from the Archive Keeper.

Anu-Iheb will be glad that I have all the ritual ingredients in my backpack - my only companion.

According to what Anu-Iheb said, I have to take the spark of life from another person. My fate was such that I gave birth to the Baron’s daughter while I was with the giants. It is enough to sacrifice her life to return to the world above, but… being here, in front of the gate, I have doubts.

I have changed my priorities more than once - I can do it again!

I’m not looking for revenge anymore, I don’t care about the world, the gods and the Archive Keeper or any scrolls. I am not looking for knowledge anymore, I have gained it and I will use it - I will drink every potion and perform every ritual that will make me stronger and help me resist death, go through the gate with my daughter safe. I’ll cut all the sacred symbols on my skin, and all because of love - the greatest magic in the universe. I’ll do it before Anu-Iheb arrives.

I am the greatest sorcerer in the world and I am ready to prove it now!

Sadly, Sahana could not describe what happened next, however soon, besides Anu-Iheb, some barbarian also appeared nearby…

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Corrupted Archive - Last love letter (single/bonus)

Today I will go to the surface and I will not come back, this is the last letter for you, Mother.

At first, I did not understand what you experienced, your scrolls and your letters to Dad, but now I understand how difficult it was for you to stay in one place - we are the same. Even though the outside world only blinds me for now, I know this is my future. I want to explore it, learn its history and experience all its pleasures.

The rituals you performed in the past have changed me too, I am strong and tough. I don’t feel as cold or warm as my barbarian companion - he kept chasing me to put on something, but I don’t need clothes or armor. I can kill without a sword. I can handle myself, maybe I will find my father, maybe I will find love… oh, before I forget:
I love you Mom.

Time to go… let me know when you finally come up with a better name for me - the one the barbarian gave me is naughty.

This young lady seems well prepared for what is to come, but are you prepared for the Ethernal Lock?

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Because the topic gets 2,000 views!

Hey :wink: this time I have something different for you because the topic gets almost 2,000 views and (by counting the Corrupted Archive doubleshot twice) it has over 50 notes pages already!

I present to you a short story, a description of the bug and an explanation how my game looks like on the Isle of Siptah :sneezing_face: My mind has to explain even the bugs of the game to feel good in roleplay :mage:

:information_source: It has not been confirmed that grass is causing the massive FPS drops in the game.

Yellow grass syndrome (single)

Dave you are great and I’m not saying this just because we belong to the same clan, but your sclerosis hurts me so much. I write it down for you, so you will never forget what the “yellow grass syndrome” is.

Since we got here, every time I look at the yellow bright grass (that grows in one part of the island only), I lose my mind. Regardless of the weather and fog. Even if I can see it from a great distance. Life flashes before my eyes like a slide show and I get a fever from it.

Traveling across the island, I must avoid eye contact with the grass, look at the ground and pray to all the gods not to see even a single tuft. I am calmed down only by looking at the tower in the center of the island, I feel overwhelmed by the desire to go inside, abandoning my present life… feel like the tower is calling me, hear its whisper: ~ resolc emoC ~ em ot emoC ~ uoy gnillac ma I ~

Now do you understand Dave?
Get rid of the yellow grass from the pillows! Please.

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Pick up trick (single)

When we started working on the expansion of our tree headquarters, our main builder Bob wanted to show everyone what he had learned in a distant land. He claimed that he could pick up any building element without destroying it - and he did it!

Bob was able to pick up many pieces at once. Everyone was delighted with his trick. Until he picked up the tree foundation on which he was just standing.
Bob fell far down and turned into a red carpet… this was not a planned part of the trick.

Recruits! Rule number 2.7:
- Do not pick up building pieces while you are inside the building - it is dangerous!

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Sharp Jealousy (single)

Since I’m here, I had a really great time. The curse that keeps me unable to die has allowed me to do things I would never experience anywhere else: I jumped from the highest rock; I know the tastes of poisons; and fistfighted a gorilla - great time.

However, while taking my morning bath, I saw her - a ghost holding a crossbow. Gods, I miss shooting rabbits with a crossbow! Shooting a bow is not the same. I haven’t seen anyone using a crossbow here, nor have I found a construction recipe. And if I wanted to take the crossbow from the ghost, I’d have to die - which I can’t do because of this curse! I’m so jealous!

Are the gods reminding me that cursing is not for fun? Were they watching me now… while I take a bath?! You! Peeper! Yes you! Stop goggling and run! I’m not a quiet girl, but a insidious devil.
If I get you, you’ll be my rabbit - a target practice.

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Ethernal Lock - Anu-Iheb (1/6)

My name is Anu-Iheb, so far I have acted in the shadows but am now close enough to my aspirations that I can come out and reveal myself and my plan.

I will bring back sorcery - restore darkness to the world and to dearest mankind.

Just like the bodies of my numerous experiments provided blood for the ink. Likewise, whether you are also searching for ancient knowledge or you came across my note by accident - you are inseparably part of my plan. But in order for you to understand it, we need to reveal some secrets.

If you knew a forbidden history, you would know the sorcery art has been enchanted - locked like a door secured by an complicated lock. Nobody can open it, so nobody new can learn its arcana.

Will we be able to change it together? My dear reader…

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Ethernal Lock - Prophets (2/6)

There were many false prophets who foretold the coming of sorcery and yet still it did not come - It could not, because it never left. The lands have not lost their power, the artifacts are still pulsate with magic, and the elder creatures still use spells and rituals.

I had to travel through countless kingdoms and wildlands. I have sailed the seas to find an island that eats up ships like a hungry beast. I visited the underworld to collect all the pieces of the lock - that have been left at the edge of nothingness.

I have seen people desperate for power, were ripping their children’s hearts out, and pollute their bodies with unbridled magic. All of this for nothing. Because you are the key.

Because you haven’t opened Ethernal Lock yet.

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Ethernal Lock - Forgotten Sorcerer (3/6)

The Ethernal Lock was created by a sorcerer whose name was erased from history and memory of all. I found his trail by accident, finding the old journal of his assistant - a slave.

The sorcerer traveled many lands to collect the most powerful of spells in one book. The holders of ancient knowledge do not want to share it easily, but they always want more. Therefore, the sorcerer allowed his teachers to copy the knowledge he had collected so far.

He betrayed them, and they knew it, but they didn’t know how much yet. Each page contained hidden text, written in ink that only its creator could read. It was a closing spell - the Ethernal Lock.

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Ethernal Lock - Other worlds (4/6)

Simply put, the sorcerer’s spell prevents everyone from using the knowledge written in the book, unless you know all its content, including the hidden spell. In this way, since only he could read text written in invisible ink, he became the only person who could use all the spells written in it.

The assistant did not know how his master had acquired the knowledge that allowed him to bind and enslave even spells. The only explanation he came up with was his master’s origin. The sorcerer had to come from another world, and his knowledge had to come from many other dimensions.

However, I do not know if this is true…

One thing that is clear from the assistant’s journal is that he hated his master, he was looking for a way to kill him and free himself from slavery. That’s why he used the same ink as the sorcerer and added something to the spell.

Thanks to his notes, I got to know the content and composition of the Ethernal Lock spell and the cruel fate of the sorcerer.

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Ethernal Lock - Cruel fate (5/6)

The holders of ancient knowledge who have lost their power because of the sorcerer’s spell, used their influence to strike the sorcerer’s tower in the traditional way - with fire and sword.

The sorcerer did not notice fragment added to the spell. Not knowing that he also lost some of his power, he quickly lost the battle. The sorcerer were torn to pieces - just like his precious book. The nations that hit the tower shared the pages of the book between themselves.

Since then there have been attempts to retrieve the knowledge from the pages, some have managed to get a bit, but this is only a drop compared to the sea of magic it contains.

I managed to get only six pages. I’m writing on them right now.

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Ethernal Lock - Reopening (6/6)

Over the years, the pages have faded and look like normal blank scrolls. Therefore unsuspecting travelers can describe their adventures and thoughts on them. I found a way to use it.

I convinced Archive Keeper from the Underworld to find the last pages of the book and write them down so that they would be no longer empty. Since, like the sorcerer’s assistant, I added more phrases to the Ethernal Lock spell, changing its effect. I only had to make sure that each page was readable.

Forgive me for not writing the exact words of the spell - it’s time to tell you my plan:

From now on, the Ethernal Lock spell grants me, and only me, sorcerous power and duplicates it with each page you read, regardless of its current content.

You helped me a lot, my dear reader… Thank you for this gift.
Don’t feel bad about it, you are the real hero of this story.

Let me get it right. :thinking: Any of my stories could have been written on a page from this damn book? And because of this, Anu-Iheb now has the power of sorcery? :scream:

What have I done… :sob:

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Don’t miss the hint. This thread is coming to an end. Everything has an end, doesn’t it?

Except for eternity!

Unknown forces are recruiting newcomers. We don’t know the time or the hour. Massive structures are built. To the glory of the Eternal Kingdom of Babylon. However…

The first post has become unfriendly to edit. I have already found a solution. There is a plan bigger and more interesting than what you know. Just give me time and let the workers build.


The topic is close to 3k :eye: views, thank you all for reading and watching my short stories. :blush:

Deceptive painting tactics (single)

We have been in this area for a short time, we have barely built a small watchtower, but the supplies are still not reaching us. It would be difficult for us to defend ourselves, but fortunately we have a veteran in our ranks, a true survival champion. He twisted the brush from his own mustache and madly rushed to paint us.

Now we all - even the artisans and recruits - look like a terrifying, bloodthirsty army! Apparently, in the right hands, a brush can become as powerful as a thousand swords.

We feel like the fearless Alpha Clan!
Nobody can touch us now!

Upcoming changes and news:

Since I started story with Exiled Jack, I want to end it with him. That’s why I still want to write Babylon Horde and Death Slayers here (although there is always something distracting me from it). Much work on preparing them may cause another short story to appear earlier, but in a new topic :star_struck: on the forum.

:spiral_notepad: Note: Single pages will keep appearing in both threads. Don’t worry :hugs:

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Bloody Sacrifice (single)

In the hottest caves in the north, under the black mountain, I found the last great master of metallurgy. He knew ancient techniques and forged a great sword for me. But he demanded payment for it: my soul.
Although the price was high (I lost my morals and my conscience fell silent) it was worth it.

The blade cuts through my enemies and friends as if they were weak leaves that bend in the wind. However, this sword required a different sacrifice.

To prevent anyone from getting such a blade…
I first killed its creator - some would call it ‘unlimited evil’, I call it a… ‘limited offer’.

:spiral_notepad:: Now you know where the great sword in Just for Blood came from - it came from greed and blood.

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@fito is back, yeeeeeeeee, Welcome back my friend, I really miss your stories, now with sorcerers you will have more material, I can’t wait to see.

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Shy and spicy (single)

If you’re reading this, do yourself a favor and walk away, turn back and don’t stop. You may have found the solitude I call home, but the goods I have collected will not satisfy you - they are barely enough for me to survive. However, this is the life I chose, away from everyone.

It wasn’t easy for me at first. To stay alive, I hid and avoided strangers, but in the end I learned to confuse chases and set traps - which is why you probably won’t read up to this point anyway. A few coins on the table and a short letter were enough to distract you from the incense sticks, the fumes of which you are unknowingly inhaling. You may have covered your face with a piece of cloth lying next to you. You could have just go… But now, you will stay with me. Fall asleep and dream of your precious treasure.

I’m sorry I let you notice me, that I failed to confuse your pursuit, and that you made it to my hideout. I’ll try harder next time.

Thanks for the things you had with you my friend.

Is this a return to old publishing habits?

Yes! :grinning: But slowly. :slightly_smiling_face: Really slow. :face_with_open_eyes_and_hand_over_mouth: As previously suggested, I want to create a separate topic for stories that might be happening on the Isle of Siptah. However, Siptah has performance issues (related to the bright yellow grass on The Isle of Dawn location), this is why I have decided to draw pictures for all the adventures that I will describe there, instead of taking screenshots. Which means more work for me and unfortunately longer breaks between reading for you. We will find out later if these changes will work for the better. :grimacing:

I don’t know if I will decide to continue taking screenshots or drawing pictures in this thread as well. For now, I will wait for Update 3.0, which will accelerate the building (for the next story). Meanwhile, I’m glad that the number of views exceeded 4.1k and thank you for your visits. You are amazing! :smiling_face_with_three_hearts:

:pencil2: Edit: Upscaling the image to 1080p :mag:
:point_right: Edit 2: Adding external blog links :shushing_face:

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