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Begun by our resident author Lord77 and here is the latest installment of our guild story series:
The Tragedy Part 6, 2nd half:
After the blinding flash of light, Peasant finds himself in a palace grander than any castle or cathedral he has ever seen. …not that I visit any churches, other than your temple… he thinks with an anxious glance skyward. Marble floors with intricate patterns inlaid with gold and silver stretch out in front of him as far as he is able to see; elaborate wood carvings and elegant tapestries adorn the ivory and granite walls between enormous awe-inspiring stained glass windows; from the ceiling some 100 feet above hang chandeliers of crystal more brilliant than any he has ever witnessed. Peasant is truly amazed, reverently gawking at the breathtaking beauty.
His veneration is interrupted when a booming voice from the other end of the cavernous hall intones, “You must have found the Treasure of Big Whoop. Welcome to my temple.”
Peasant blinks himself back to awareness and peers down the great hall to identify the speaker. He sees a figure dressed all in white, with a staff of red, white and black, seated on a throne made of what appears to be aerogel. Approaching the figure at the far end of the hall, Peasant realizes it is the man he met after the previous flash of light sent him to that strange grey-walled room. Peering more closely, Peasant almost falls back in shock as he realizes it is his god and creator Dobro. As he comes to stand before his robed lord, he stammers, “Yes, I-I…actually I’m unsure. What is this wondrous place?”
Dobro shrugs and says nonchalantly, “This? It’s just a little get away I built to escape the monotony of the office.”
“So…” the still awe stricken Peasant begins, trying to force himself to focus among all of the richness surrounding him, “is this where all of the gold from my endless questing, trips to the dungeons to battle all manner of beast and constant sacrifice go? What, then, is the purpose for all of my adventuring and fighting? So you can sit on your throne and ignore me??”
“No, no. I built this myself. I’m a god, after all and even I need to work every now and then,” Dobro says. “Do not misunderstand, I sincerely appreciate all of your efforts and as I said when we met before, I am sorry for not being around lately. I have just been busy. You have done well acting in my divine name, though what would possess you to go off and start your own quest? Especially one so dangerous as finding the Treasure of Big Whoop?”
Clearly still frustrated, Peasant manages to sheepishly say, “Well…I figured if you had no need of me any longer, I needed to do something to feel like a hero again.”
“Yes, well, I didn’t mean to leave my creation with no guidance,” Dobro says. “I have tried to check in on you every now and then, but sometimes my divine existence keeps me so busy, I neglect the one thing that has actual value. Even my own existence needs meaning, so I created you. This is why I send you on so many quests and have you fight all those monsters and into all those dungeons. You, Peasant the Lesser, are a vital part of my divinity.”
Overcome with a sense of honor and reverence for his god, the hero drops to one knee and intones, “I have naught but to serve, my lord. I have only ever wanted to serve your wishes, no matter the expense to my own health or misinformed sense of dignity.”
More than slightly impressed by the quick turnaround in his charge, Dobro bids his creation to stand.
Swelling with newfound pride, Peasant turns matters back to the situation at hand. “May I inquire as to what happened when, as you said, I found the Treasure of Big Whoop?”
“Of course!” Dobro exclaims. “As your research has informed you, the Treasure of Big Whoop promises immortality…”
“Indeed! That was what set me on my quest to find it!” Peasant says just as excitedly.
Dobro continues, “Yes, but what the legend supposedly promises is misunderstood by all who attempt this quest. The treasure does not grant those who find it eternal life…”
The excitement leaves his face and a bewildered and crestfallen Peasant says, “…it-it doesn’t?”
“I’m afraid not,” Dobro says apologetically. “No. You see, instead, the Treasure of Big Whoop merely sends you to an immortal. In this case, me, your god.”
Upon hearing this, Peasant goes totally slack- shoulders slumping, mouth hanging open, visually shrinking at least an inch. “I…I don’t understand. Legend says that with this treasure, I was to become a god,” he says pitifully.
“Yes, well I am sorry. It doesn’t. Just why would you want to become a god?” Dobro asks.
“You know I am devoted to serving you, my lord, as we have discussed here in this chamber,” Peasant says, gesturing to the grandeur around him. “But, with your recent absence in my life and my…at least perceived understanding of the legend of the Treasure of Big Whoop, I thought I would be doing both of us a favor.”
Dobro nods slightly, saying, “I understand, but you must realize that I created you and therefore know better how to guide your life and existence. I will never mislead you, even if it seems the tasks I have for you are not the most fulfilling. After all, I gave you Mayumi616, did I not?” he finishes, giving Peasant a sly look.
A blushing Peasant replies, “Yes, I suppose—” He stops short with a wild look and exclaims, “OH MY G-…” then glancing up at his god, “uh, YOU, my lord! I have to get back and help Mayumi!!”
“Indeed,” says Dobro with a knowing smile. “Though I think you will find that your confidante has things handled quite well on her own.” Then the god claps his hands and Peasant finds himself again surrounded by endless white…