The Stone that gathers Lightning
Caravans and travelers who went over the Bar Khu mountain range only stayed to camp for short periods of time. Rosenheim kingdom’s original resting area for rangers; it was no place that regular people frequented.
“So far, so good. We took a very big chance by coming this way, now only a couple more days and we might reach our destination.”
“It was a lot of work.”
“This was all thanks to you, Margaux.”
“You ought to say it straight, Levi. It all started ’cause you killed that guy.”
Halman, Margaux, Levi, and Gran, were four famous player killers from the United Kingdom of Briton. They lived for the enjoyment of killing other players and taking away their equipment. The notorious quartet was better known as Dwichigi (note: sounds better than “turn-over”).
However, about one month ago, they had messed with Fearless of the Cloud guild (maybe it is Hermes?). As one of the ten biggest guilds in the United Kingdom of Briton, and also of the biggest in the whole continent it boasted a membership count of over 6,000 players. Altogether, the guild had tremendous influence, to the degree of claiming supremacy of the United Kingdom of Briton without question.
This meant that even the four members of Dwichigi hadn’t wanted to stay in the area.
In fact, they had wanted nothing to do with it.
Being on the most-wanted list, the four decided to concentrate their time on calmly hunting and leveling up while drunk on brandy, until they came upon someone named Fearless (note: not entirely sure: might be a class, or a rude term for a type of player, rather than “fearless”).
(Maybe smthg like bastard or asshole, if it’s a female then prob. Bitch.)
“Get out of here. This is our area.”
“What’s with that guy?”
“What utter bullshit!”
The four were naturally ill tempered. It took a lot of monetary donations to the temple, or some time spent on hunting to remove the red PK symbol. Because of that there was no symbol that made their player killing apparent.
She had continued to claim that the hunting area was hers, while the four drunkenly trash-talked back at her. Finally Levi had had enough (might have the two sides messed up, either she claimed the area, or they did).
(Note: Brandy/brandywine, might be the name of a person, place or class. Or they are just drunkards).
“That’s it, I’m killing this bitch!”
“Fearless, I’ll teach you not to mess with me, duel me one on one!”
Normally, others would not have fallen for this. When dining, it was better to share the hearth of a fire when the area was wide enough, rather than to leave them in the cold. So they had killed her, going all four of them at once.
Each of the notorious Dwichigi had slipped back into an attacking position. Besides the brandy, the levels of the four, in regards to the other player, were significantly lower. They attacked simultaneously as a group, focusing on fast attacks. Of course, easily enough, the other player had died in vain.
They had then looted a map.
The forgotten tomb of the dwarf:
The place where the short odd geezer fell into long slumber.
Author: Ranger Hans R. Berg
“What is this?”
The laughter of the four had vanished. They had found a treasure map, a unique item.
Ever since then, they had been persistently tracked by the Cloud guild. Only then did the quartet realize that they had attacked a member of the Cloud guild.
“Holy shit! You bloody fool (or noob). If you had told me that that person had been from the cloud guild I would have never attacked her!”
“We need to end things with them without getting finished off ourselves.”
“That’s why we’re at fault!”
“Somehow we need to lay low for the time being.”
For about two weeks, the four had hidden from people and areas with lots of traffic. Yet the Cloud guild had not lessened their attempts at tracking them even by a bit. To avoid death, the four had barely escaped several times by a hair’s breadth. The levels of the quartet had exceeded 220, but they could not have escaped their deaths with just that degree of experience. They had tried to find a way to turn this crisis around.
Halman finally spoke.
“This is weird.”
“I think so too, don’t you agree?”
“An entire guild can’t be chasing us for just killing one member.”
“Yeah, going to this extent isn’t normal.”
“Wait a minute, what about that map we picked up from that girl.”
“What was it, the forgotten tomb of the dwarf…”
“The map must be extraordinary. Those bastards did not want us, they were after this map.”
“Then we should try to find the treasure from this map.”
Since then, the four had begun to discover the secrets of the map. They had crossed over into other kingdoms to research old books and the background of the map, to interpret the meaning of the phrases on it. As a result, they had come to the Bar Khu mountains.
“Just one can enter the tomb.”
“Yeah, but what’s the alternative? Most importantly there is no ranger among us, so the trap cannot be dismantled.”
“It ought to resolve itself by burning out a body.”
“Thus the whole process goes smoothly, even if the person must die on the way, by the final lightning strike. So…which one of us is going to die?”
Obviously, no one wanted to die. Like the others, not one of the four wanted to be the sacrifice and die at the end of the excavation of the dungeon. Then Gran held a beaming smile.
“Who will be picked to die.”
“No way it’s me, where are you pointing?”
It was Gran’s finger pointing towards something that had taken their attention.
But he did not point at any of them, not even at himself. Gran was pointing towards the bottom of the mountains. Creaking away, Mapan and Weed’s chariot was arriving.
“Wow… Hello, my name is Mapan, I did not expect to meet people in a place like this.”
“I’m Gran, and this here is Levi, Halman, and this one is Margaux.”
“Nice to meet you.”
The quartet all had big smiles on their face, rejoicing with the arrival of Weed and Mapan.
“The Bar Khu mountains are no place for people, you have come a long way…. what brings the two of you to these remote lands?”
“Yes, we came in order to trade.”
Mapan went ahead and replied.
“For trade? Then the two of you are merchants, right?”
“Yes, I am a merchant, and Weed over here is a sculptor.”
“Oh, I understand.”
Gran had a wide smile. Halman, Margaux and Levi also were trying to hold back their laughter.
‘What kind of stupid person would choose that as a class?’
That’s what they thought, however, when they dealt with Weed and Mapan, they were entirely polite. This was because their task still needed to be resolved. Of the four, Gran asked thoughtful questions. After being under the influence of brandy, you could read other people even better.
“Anyway, I understand. But you should have met with monsters often if you came across the Bar Khu Mountains? How did you fight against the monsters?”
“That’s due to Weed over here….”
Mapan was about to take a moment to explain, but Weed pulled him to the side.
Weed tried to keep Mapan from divulging the story. Weed had noticed that something was not right, regardless of their attitude. Gran’s eyes were drawn to them, laughing.
“Well, feel free to tell me. Wasn’t it difficult?”
In truth, Weed had a feeling that these four travelers wanted to hide something.
On the broad continent of Versailles, no matter how numerous and overflowing with users it may be, the Monster Paradise is different. You did not meet people here often.
Typically, when you met other people in out-of-the-way places like mountains you would greet them, maybe even eat food with them. And if your destinations matched you would travel together for a while; but these people were far too happy.
They had also been indirectly too delighted when Mapan had told them of their class.
Weed naturally observed their lineup (note: other possible translation, “Weed naturally saw the possibilities for their herpes.” Lol google-fail). Gran was standing at the front, talking to the two beside him, and the last one stood behind him.
‘They are bandits.’
If you think that monsters were the only risk on the continent of Versailles, then you were absolutely wrong. Rather, encountering users in a place like this was far more dangerous.
Weed told Mapan to act naturally. (could also mean that Weed decided to act “normal” for a sculptor)
“I am a sculptor, but I have a unique technique.”
“What kind of technique?”
“It’s a kind of yell. When the monsters hear the sound they run away. Want to see it?”
“Yes, I’m curious.”
Weed gathered his mana to cast the overpowering skill, Lion’s roar.
“khu heng!” (Weirdest roar I ever read! ;P)
At the first sign, Mapan placed both of his hands over his ears, but the quartet, not knowing Weed’s skill, had been caught off guard and its members significantly reeled.
“What bullshit is this, with just his voice….!”
Gran restrained the hot-tempered Margaux and Levi, winking back at Weed, while smiling widely.
“What a tremendous roar. Hrmm, that reminds me. I thought I didn’t see anything in the area for a while now, I guess this was the reason for the lack of the monsters?”
The Lion Roar skill.
Weed had not yet formed a party with Gran, so his leadership has not increased.
The additional effects also didn’t take effect.
The only thing they felt was a loud voice.
“Yes, monsters hesitate when they hear this sound, during that moment I escape.”
The quartet laughed after Weed’s explanation.
‘It’s really not a big deal.’
‘Yet they seem to be the perfect bait?’
‘We should use these guys at that place.’
‘We only need 1…’
‘Why not? We take out the remaining one with our own hands; we use this man because the merchant will drop plenty of loot.’
‘Good, let’s do it.’
The four came to a conclusion without even talking, communicating through their eyes.
Gran turned a serious face toward Mapan and Weed and said.
“So far, this trick may have let you pass through safely, but the Bar Khu mountain range is a really dangerous place. You could call this meeting fate, so from here on we are going to be your escort. Anyways, I think the road we offer is in good faith, there is no reason to refuse. We would be grateful to accompany you, haha.”
“Haha! If it is like that, why should we refuse?”
Mapan laughed out loud deliberately. As a weak merchant, it wasn’t a bad idea to accompany a group of 4 strong players.
“It is a pleasure to work with you.”
Weed also quietly nodded in acknowledgement. He had noticed the situation turning worse, and by the looks in the 4’s eyes he could do nothing but follow…for now.
The fun of an adventure, to travel and see unexplored lands, lies in meeting colleagues. Reliable teammates you can trust. Hunting while getting acquainted with friends, was the kind of fun that made it worthwhile to play Royal Road. At times Weed enjoyed hunting with other players. Since he played so much of the time, it could be unreasonable always being alone, so it was a cool thing to be together with the multitude of other players.
However, this was not the case with this dangerous-looking quartet.
Around the wagon, the four assumed the role of fighting monsters; yet out of the corner of their eyes, they observed Mapan and Weed.
‘Well, he is quite unusual.’
‘The one engaged in sculpting?’
‘It seems you are right about the sculptor.’
The four had their mind set. After that build up yesterday, the sculptor was far too aware of their notoriety. Just then, Weed pulled out one of the gemstones. The Dwichigi four turned the focus of their attention on it, and one of them asked.
“Huh? Is that a jewel?”
Immediately, Margaux revealed a deeply curious expression. Mapan replied with a smile.
“Yes, Weed is currently crafting jewels.”
“Oh, jewelry manufacturing?”
“Wow, that jewel…. it’s enormous!”
Margaux’s young eyes were full of greed.
‘I’d like that to fall into my lap…’
Weed clenched Zahab’s engraving knife while engraving. But the four were not encouraged enough to start a fight.
‘No point attacking for a standard jewel, we have something far better to hope for.’
The quartet had already taken the ruse, their thinking biased when they look at Weed and Mapan.
But Weed and Mapan deceived the deceivers!
Now they had to pretend that they had been tricked!
“It is just about time to prepare and eat a meal.”
“Thank you for offering to your escort, but…. meals served cold…better not.”
“Haha, no, you just watch.”
Weed had Mapan give him the items that the quartet had taken from the monsters.
“This is not some kind of poor quality food being served here.”
“Colleagues, this goes the same way right? It is natural to share the spoils of the monsters we kill.”
“Go right ahead.”
The quartets eyes burned with murder.
“This is the absence of shame…”
Mapan smiled widely, but Weed’s suspicion of the situation deepened even more.
‘A favor without reason… such a thing does not exist. If you are not going to attack us, why the hell is it?’ (ok…I seriously don’t know what to do with this! So I left it as it is.)
Typically, anyone who gives a gift does it as a favor to people who were nice; however, Weed had seen that this was a situation that did not call for the dividing of t