The Incredible Quest for the Fabled Halebard of Ishcabibble

Formely "The Incredible Quest for the Fabled Halberd of Ishcabibble"

Most of you are probably busy right now with Beta 2, but since I'm raising money for my busted video card, I can't join you at this time, so I will continue to write stories.

Unlike the previous short story, this one is intended as a comedy and it has characters, that kind with names that actually speak. It has a very different structure, more like a comical sketch than a standard story.

Also, another big difference is that I will be releasing this story episodically, for two reasons. The first is that it will be easier to write it at this time. The second is because I'm a bit greedy :D , and several episodes may get a higher score than one single story.

 That being said, enjoy The Incredible Quest for the Fabled Halberd of Ishcabibble.

Characters:


  • Narrator- self explanatory
  • The Sovereign -powerful channeler and one of the rulers of one of the kingdoms of men
  • Advisor- one of the many people helping the Sovereign in the day to day running of his kingdom, inspired by Civilization advisors
  • The Champions of Righteousnesses- a group of semi-competent adventurers from Ruvenna, often pronounced with an extra "ness" by Percy 
  • Exigall- leader of the Champions of Righteousnesses, tries very hard, never succeeds
  • Axelroth- second in command of the Champions of Righteousnesses, knows the group will never amount to anything so he just enjoys the ride
  • Arcanus- arcane mystic with great knowledge and almost able to cast Magic Missile, will insult Percy at every opportunity 
  • Percy- self entitled protector of the light, not very bright, compensates by being big
  • Frick- dislikes people, likes money, found a way to combine both
  • The Voice- guardian of the Henge
  • The Lords of Darkness- band of warriors out to carve their name in this world, heavy metal fans... that is heavy harp music fans
  • Nefil- adventurer guarding a demonic tome he plans to destroy, may actually be evil
  • More to be added as they come
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Act I: The Quest

 

Narrator: Last time we left our heroes in the midst of the battle against a great evil. An undead lich arose from beneath the city and threatened the safety of everyone Ruvenna. But with great strength, skill, intelligence and charisma, they succeeded in slaying the foul beast, saving countless lives. So great was their victory that the ruler of the city, a great and powerful channeler, greeted them at his court. No doubt to shower them with riches, knight them, bestow upon them the elemental power of magic.

Sovereign: You insignificant blundering stupid idiotic reckless moronic wastes of life.

Narrator: The Sovereign was for some reason not very pleased.

Sovereign: Why in the name of all things holy did you go around the city collecting the pieces of a lich I locked away so he would never be able to walk the earth again? Why did you ignore every warning, unlock every clearly marked door and reassemble him? Are you insane, mentally challenged, evil, tarthans?

Narrator: It would seem our heroes left out a few facts about the story.

Sovereign: Not only that, but you ran away like scared children the moment you realized he wasn't a magical wish fulfilling desert spirit. And I had to go crawling trough the sewers to kill that lich, again.

Narrator: It would seem our heroes were full of #%$^.

Sovereign: What am I supposed to do with you? I'd feed you to my bears but I'm afraid your stupidity is contagious.

Exigall: My lord, we are your most humble servants, our lives are at your mercy. But keep in mind, if it wasn't for myself and my brave friends, that lich would have eventually found a way to get loose. And just think what would have happened if instead of a fearsome group of heroes such as us, he was discovered by evil doers, with evil intentions and evil... umm...

Axelroth: Bunnies.

Exigall: ...bunnies. Wait, no.

Sovereign: Silence! The five of you just stand here while I figure out what to do with you. I've heard people demanding for your hanging and I feel inclined to oblige them.

Exigall: My lord, please reconsider, there must be another way we can atone for our honest mistake.

Axelroth: Yes, give a quest.

Exigall: A noble quest.

Arcanus: A mystical quest.

Frick: A quest filled with riches.

Percy: A quest that only braves such as us could hope to accomplish. Send us into the very bowls of hell, let us fight against the very titans themselves and we shall deliver their hearts to you on a plater. Lead us to our deaths and we shall return victorious, our heads held high, basking in the glory that is our triumph. No obstacle to high, no enemy too strong, no deathtrap to lethal. We shall be your champions.

Arcanus: I thought we weren't going to let him speak about questing anymore.

Sovereign: Yeeees. That is an excellent idea. Perfect. Now let me think. Ah, I task you with finding the Fabled Halebard of Ishcabibble.

Axeroth: The what?

Sovereign: Fabled Halebard of Ishcabibble. Is your stupidity preventing you from hearing as well as thinking?

Exigall: What's a Halebard?

Sovereign: It's a weapon, like a poleaxe.

Frick: Oh, a Halberd.

Sovereign: Halebard.

Frick:It's pronounced Halberd or Halbert.

Sovereign: It's pronounced however I say so, and it's pronounced Halebard.

Exigall: But, the title, it says Halberd.

Sovereign: Excuse me, but are you a powerful channeler capable of commanding the earth to come back to life and turn lions into frogs? No. I didn't think so. It's how I say it.

Narrator: Henceforth the title of this story will be The Incredible Quest for the Fabled Halebard of Ishcabibble

Percy: Very well, and where may we quest for such a grand artifact?

Sovereign: Magnar.

Exigall: But, that's in Empire territory. They hate us.

Sovereign: I know.

Frick: It may be dangerous.

Sovereign: I know

Axelroth: They may kill us on sight.

Sovereign: Gods willing.

Percy: So shall it be. We shall strive forward in your name, conquer all foes in your honor, vanquish every...

Sovereign: Good. Now get out.

Narrator: And so our heroes departed, leaving the Sovereign in peace at last.

Advisor: My liege, our records show no such item.

Sovereign: I know.

 

 

Stay tuned for "Act II: Planning the journey", sometime tomorrow morning.

 

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Note: For reference please refer to the map of Elemental 

Act II: Planning the journey

 

Percy: Onward my friends, let us go west and quest for the glory of our lord and master.

Narrator: Our heroes went on and rode for half a day, struggling against rain, thunderstorms, hail, sleep, and many other weather related words. Then they stopped.

Arcanus: Wasn't Magnar in the east?

Exigall: Percy, hand me the map.

Percy: Why does thou never trust me with navigation. I'll have you know I scored the highest in my class on cartography.

Axelroth: I've been to your school. The best thing they could have thought you about navigation was which end of a sword goes into the other guy.

Percy: Yes, and I apply the same thoroughness in all my endeavors. The principle is always the same, pointy ends point away from you.

Exigall: Right then. Back the other way.

Percy: Onward my friends, let us go east and quest for the glory of our lord and master.

Frick: Oh shut up.

Narrator: And so our heroes marched for another half a day, reaching Ruvenna again. They thought of going in to town again, but the Sovereigns bears were out hunting and they had signs around their necks that said “Halebard or hungry bear snacks”. It's as if he knew.

Axelroth: It's as if he knew.

Narrator: The group rode on until they reached the mouth of the Gandru River. There they pondered how they could get to Magnar without being killed on sight.

Exigall: We could take a ship and just sail over the bay of Calder. Than we could go trough that squiggly line then up to lake Gandru and...

Axelroth: Aren't we next to Gandru right now?

Exigall: This is the river, that blob on the map is the lake.

Frick: Wait, why does the river have the same name as a completely different lake?

Arcanus:They say the world was broken a long time ago. I think they meant it literally.

Percy: That would make sense. The titans have done much wrong to our fair land. They must pay for this, come, let us dive into the very heart of darkens and redeem ourselves.

Exigall: Percy, no. We've talked about this, baby steps, baby steps.

Axelroth: That wouldn't work, we'd have to pass trough Kraxis, and Pas'Na'ava is right on that squigly line. We'd never get pass them alive.

Percy: Than we shall storm the walls and...

Exigall: Baby steps.

Frick: So what are we gonna' do?

Axelroth: We could go south and go around the continent and land o the other side.

Exigall: Nah, last I heard the Empire had a fleet stationed there, blockading a small insignificant island. Something about trade taxes. Empire people are just strange.

Percy: I have a plan.

Frick: I somehow doubt it.

Percy: Now just hear me out. What if we were to sail around this continent, to the west and come out the other side? Right on the shores of Magnar.

Arcanus: Percy, in all the years I've known you that has to be the single dumbest plan in the history of stupid things. If there was ever an award given for stupid plans, you wouldn't get it, no, you would be the one they would ask to give his blessing so the award ceremony to take place. They would pray to you, make altars, shrines, consecrate you as a deity. A deity of stupid.

Axelroth: I have to agree with that. Going west to get to the easter part of the map? Where do you come up with this stuff?

Exigall: We would die falling of the edge of the world in the endless chasm of the void.

Narrator: Percy sighed, took a step back from the group, pulled out a small globe from under his cape, crushed it in his hand, shed a single tear and apologized to his long dead father for ever doubting him the world was flat.

Frick: What about that big blob in the middle. I haven't heard anything about it.

Exigall: Me neither. Arcanus, you are wise in the ways of the world, what can you tell us about that mysterious yet gigantic and easily accessible island that few people so far seem to know about.

Arcanus: Mysterious!? It's written right there, it's called Nume...

Axelroth: Wrong map.

Arcanus: Ah, well, then no. I'm not familiar with it.

Percy: So which way do we go my clever, clever comrades?

Exigall: All in favor of going trough The henge say “Aye”

Group: Aye.

Other group: Naaaaay.

Axelroth: Horses don't get a vote.

Exigall: Then The Henge it is. For some strange reason, even though it's the only piece of land connecting the two continents, the Empire never guards it very well.

Percy: Arrogance. Typical fallen arrogance. They consider themselves superior to all men. They believe there is no one stupid enough to charge right trough their outpost in the frozen, deathtrap filled wastes. We shall prove the Empire wrong this day, and by the light it shall be a glorious day. Onward, to glory!

Narrator: Our heroes finally decided what rout to take and rode north, past Walderon, trough Capitar, over another squiggly line, trough all the inns in Minoch and finally reaching The Henge.

 

Stay tuned for "Act III: Over The Henge and Not Very Far Away", sometime later this week.

 

 

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Excuse the long delay, it's take me a while to adjust to my new job. But the wait is over, if you were waiting for it. here it is:



Act III: Over The Henge and Not Very Far Away



Narrator: And so, after many weeks of travel, more than it should have actually taken them, probably because they got lost along the way again, our heroes were at last before The Henge, the only stretch of land connecting The Kingdom of Men and The Empire of the Fallen.

Frick: I thought it would be wider.

Exigall: Well, it's wide enough for us to get trough in single file. The horses will have to stay behind.

Percy: Are you certain this bridge shall hold us? It may be safe for the likes of you, but a great warrior such as myself it feels unsafe.

Arcanus: Bah, if you knew anything you'd remember that this very bridge was used by our Sovereign and his army when he set to out to rescue one of his daughters whom he believed was kidnapped by The Blood Traitors. It's perfectly safe.

Axelroth: Wasn't she the one who moved to the other castle at New Pariden and didn't tell him about it.

Arcanus: Yes, and for that he tried to marry her to a dragon just so he could be rid of her.

Frick: How did that one end again?

Arcanus: She was rescued from the dragon's lair by some strange madman obsessed with fungus and stars. And then the dragon kidnapped her, and he saved her again, and so on, and so on.

Frick: Exigall, do you think the Sovereign hates us more than he does his own daughter ?

Exigall: Well now I wouldn't put it like that...

Axelroth: Let me answer this. If anyone on the other side of the Henge find us, there's a good chance we'll be dead by lunch time. They'll probably save you for dessert.

Exigall: Enough chit chat, watch your step, the fog is so thick I could cut it with a knife.

The Voice: The fog wouldn't like that.

Frick: Who said that?

Exigall: Show yourself!

Narrator: Just then, out of the mist before them, a shape of a man in a cloak appeared.

The Voice: Who dares pass trough the Henge without the permission of it's guardian?

Exigall: Arcanus, you didn't say anything about any guardian. Who is he, can we take him on?

Arcanus: Ah, yes, the, urm... Excuse me sir, you there in the mist, who are you?

The Voice: I am he who guards the passage between men and fallen, between light and darkness, between sun and star, between...

Axelroth: Alright, we get it. What do you want?

The Voice: In order to pass, you must answer three questions. And you mustn't fail at more than one.

Exigall: Alright, fire away.

The Voice: I am the beginning of the end, and the end of time and space. I am essential to creation, and I surround every place. What am I?

Frick: Arcanus, you're supposed to be the smart one, answer the man.

Arcanus: Ah, well, yes. Let me think for a second.

Narrator: 5 minutes later.

Arcanus: Would it be possible to give us a small hint?

The Voice: Very well, since this is your first time here, I shall grant you this.

Narrator: From under his long sleeves he pulls out a parchment, he unrolls it, and displays it for our heroes

The Voice: Gaze upon this and find your answer 

Arcanus: Oh my stars, it was that simple. I never would have guessed it.

The Voice: Then give the answer.

Arcanus: It's "Color".

Narrator: It was at that time that Exigall turned around and slapped Axelroth, he in turn turned around and slapped Frick, who turned around and slapped Arcanus, who then turned around and was savagely slapped by Percy.

The Voice: Is that your final answer?

Exigall: No, the final answer is the letter E.

The Voice: Very good, you have passed the first challenge. Two more lie ahead, and you mustn't fail more than one.

Exigall: Very well, fire away.

The Voice: Then answer this.How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?

Narrator: Silence fell upon our heroes. Not a sound could be heard, save for the song of crickets.

Axelroth: Frick, why are you making cricket sounds?

Frick: What? I was hungry and they were tasty.

Exigall: Forget that. Does anyone know what a woodchuck is?

Frick: I've never heard of such a thing.

Percy: Maybe it's an animal, like a small prairie rodent.

Arcanus: Don't be stupid. It's obviously some arboreal dwelling creature, or maybe one of those vines that grows on trees.

Exigall: So if one of those would be a woodchuck, how much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood.

Arcanus: I don't know how much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood since since I don't know what a woodchuck is or how a woodchuck would chuck would if it could chuck wood.

Axelroth: Can we get another hint?

The Voice: No, only one hint is ever given.

Exigall: Then we give up, we don't know the answer.

The Voice: Very well. You have  failed this challenge, one more lies ahead that you must pass in order to journey onwards. If not, doom be upon you.

Frick: Before that, what was the answer to the question?

The Voice: Using the formula: (W + I) * C where W = the constant of wood, which is well known to be 61, as agreed by many sages. I = the variable in this equation, and stands for the word "if" from the original problem. As there are three circumstances, with 0 equaling the chance that the woodchuck cannot chuck wood, 1 being the theory that the woodchuck can chuck wood but chooses not to, and 2 standing for the probability that the woodchuck can and will chuck wood, we clearly must choose 2 for use in this equation. C = the constant of Chuck Norris, whose presence in any problem involving the word chuck must there be, is well known to equal 1.1 of any known being, therefore the final part of this calculation is 1.1. As is clear, this appears to give the answer of (61 + 2) * 1.1 = (63) * 1.1 = 69.3 units of wood.

Percy: Incredible. Arcanus, compared to him, you're no smarter than me.

Narrator: Arcanus turned with the intention of slapping Percy, but was again savagely slapped by him.

Exigall: Ask your final question.

The Voice: Very well. This will be your final challenge, answer truthfully. What is your name?

Axelroth: Well that's an easy one. We are the Champions of Righteousnesse

Percy: ...ness.

The Voice: What is your quest?

Exigall: To find the Fabled Halebard of Ishcabibble.

The Voice: How many gildars does a market produce?

Exigall: That depends, what town are you talking about?

The Voice: Pardon? Answer, how many gildars does a market produce?

Axelroth: By itself, or in a specific town?

The Voice: How many gildars does a market produce?

Exigall: Well, none. A market doesn't produce gildars.

The Voice: Wrong, doom is upon you now and you shall never...

Axelroth: Wait, we're not wrong. Markets don't produce gildars by themselves anymore. They provide bonus to the gildar production of a town.

The Voice: Lies, doom is up....

Exigall: How long have you been here?

The Voice: Countless years, what difference does that make.

Exigall: Then you should read this.

The Voice: A notice bearing the seal of The Frogged One.

Narrator: The guardian of the bridge read carefully trough the scroll and mumbled to himself.

The Voice: "So a market doesn't produce gildars anymore. It provides a bonus % to the existing production of any resources associated with that settlement." No, this can not be. Curseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees!

----insert sound effect here----

Axeroth: Did he just explode?

Arcanus: Yes, yes he did.

Frick: Did he drop anything.

Exigall: Nope.

Percy: Waste of time, let's move on.

Narrator: And so our heroes went on, and three minutes later, they were on the opposite end of The Henge. They thought it would be longer than that.

Axelroth: I thought it would be longer than that.

The Lords of Darkness: So, Champions of Righteousnesses...

Percy: ...ness.

The Lords of Darkness: So you've decided to show your faces here again. Well, before you go on, you'll have get past us, the The Lords of Darkneeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeess (like Ozzy would say it)

Exigall: We meet our old nemesis once more. So be it. Let us fight and prove once and for all who is the greatest.

Narrator: Our heroes and their mortal enemies drew their weapons, readied spells, prepared attacks and charged at each other shouting like devils, and just as they were about to clash steel on steel, when the their fate was about to be decided, when balance between good and evil was about to be tested, this showed up:

To be continued in Chapter IV: The most awesome fight ever.