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Story One Hundred and Seventy-Two Ends April 2nd
"From that day on, Dice-A-Roo, as the king had named it, was
the Island's official game, and a championship was to be held every year on the anniversary
of its discovery. From that day on, King Roo was never depressed, he never sat around sulking,
the search for his game had ended. Oh, and that cloaked Blumaroo, well, nobody ever saw him again..."
The young Blumaroo slipped off the giant plaque, where the story of their king was written
on a bronze book.
"I wonder who that cloaked Blumaroo was," his friend said. "You know, the one who gave King Roo the
"Who knows?" the other said, shrugging. "Come on, let's get to the castle. The tournament is about
* * * * *
"Come now," said a cheerful King Roo, standing in front of his throne. "Can't any of my fine
citizens defeat me at this wonderful game?"
His people just smiled. It was the same every year. King Roo would hold a grand Dice-A-Roo
tournament, inviting every citizen to his castle to challenge him... and every year he would
win it himself. The people of Roo Island didn't mind, though. They loved their King, and were
pleased to see him so happy.
"Is there no one left to challenge?" he called out. "Well, if so, then I guess I'll just have
to declare myself the winner again," he said, chuckling. The Roo Islanders were about to applaud the
King's success when, suddenly, the grand doors of the hall burst open.
A cloaked Blumaroo stood in the doorway. "I'll challenge you..."
Author's Note: More information about King Roo and the magical Dice-A-Roo dice, can be found
Author: The SIXTH Dice|
Date: 22 March
...The islanders gasped as one, then began to whisper among themselves. Could this be the cloaked
Blumaroo, of whom the tale had spoken?
The Blumaroo pulled his trailing cloak around him as he strode towards the king. Those gathered
almost fell over themselves to make way.
The smile on King Roo's face was fading. "You're not..."
"Not who?" interrupted the newcomer.
"Not the one who gave me these?" the King asked, holding up his five small dice.
The stranger smiled shiftily. "And... if I am?"
King Roo looked at the Roo islanders, who were anxiously watching the scene unfold before them.
Finally, he sighed. "Very well, I accept your challenge."
"Ah, but Your Majesty... I have not told you my conditions." The shining eyes of the cloaked Blumaroo
were flashing dangerously.
"What do you mean, sir?" the King asked, frowning.
The newcomer smiled. "I mean that, as a prize, there is to be more than a trophy at stake." He
stepped close, then spoke in a quiet voice that managed to carry throughout the room, anyhow.
"This will be a game that no one will ever forget, I promise you."
"Name your terms," the King said icily.
The cloaked Blumaroo turned to the audience, lifting his arms. "I will name the terms, King, as
sure as my name is..."
Date: 29 March
"...and always will be, a mystery to all in Neopia."
The crowd shifted uneasily, but their eyes were glued to the newcomer, eagerly waiting and
watching. What were his terms? What was going to happen?
King Roo was noticeably paler than he had been when the conversation began. He swallowed hard.
"A-And your terms are?" the King asked, making a supreme effort to keep his voice from shaking.
Above all else, he had to remain dignified before his citizens.
The cloaked Blumaroo held out his paw, revealing something resting upon it that glittered with
an unearthly light. The assembled Neopets drew in their breath, awestruck.
"If you win," he said in a calm, clear voice, "Then I shall reveal to you the secret of the Sixth
Dice." A murmur went through the crowd, and the color came back to King Roo's face. He leaned forward
"Those are your terms? Let's play, then!" the King declared, eagerly preparing to roll the dice.
However, the Mystery Blumaroo cleared his throat in such an ominous manner that everyone turned
to look at him again. The King had been frozen in his tracks by uncertainly.
"And, if I win," the challenger said, continuing smoothly, "Then your time with the magic dice has come to
an end, and you will have to surrender them back to me."
The King swallowed hard, staring in disbelief. He had no choice, for if he backed down now, he would look
like a coward before the entire population of his kingdom.
"Very well," he said softly. The Mystery Blumaroo approached with a smile.
"Now," he said, "It's your roll."
King Roo took a deep, shaky breath, lifted the red die in his paw, shook it, then released it onto
the floor. Every Blumaroo held their breath as they watched the die bounce along the stones.
Everyone in the chamber gasped when the die came to a standstill, for it was...
Date: 30 March
...a level up sign! "Well, it seems as though I am off to a good start," the king exclaimed.
"Yes indeed. Yes indeed," the Mystery Blumaroo said, an evil grin spreading across his face.
He rolled the die quickly while everyone gasped. Strangely, the die landed on a cross... the lost
money sign. "Wow! I must be having bad luck today," the stranger observed. "Oh well!"
King Roo started smiling, then said, "Citizens of Roo Island. Our guest cannot be the creator
of this game... because he's so BAD at this game! This next roll will wipe the grin off
his face!" Everyone cheered for their beloved king.
When the king rolled, it landed on "level up" again. However, the Mystery Blumaroo's grin only got
bigger, then he said, "Oh, shame. It looks like I am going to lose." Although he let out a long sigh,
the grin never left his face.
The Blumaroo rolled again, only to have the die land on another cross. The Blumaroo's smile got
even bigger. He said, "Oh, wow! How can I be so terrible? I'll tell you what... what would you
think of raising the stakes? That would make our game even more spectacular for your citizens. My bet is
this: If you roll anything but the mystic wind during your next turn, I will not take the dice from you,
even if you lose in the end. However, if I roll it, I shall be crowned King of Roo Island.
All the people of Roo Island gasped at the bet. What would their king do? King Roo considered
the proposition carefully. The odds of rolling the mystic wind were quite slim, but not
impossible--and, as king, he was responsible for the well being of his people. However, he was
desperate to keep the dice safe from the mysterious stranger.
Looking up, the King said, "I...
Date: 31 March
"...cannot make this decision consulting my people first."
The mysterious Blumaroo's face shifted with a cryptic smile. He nodded once, then looked out over
the sea of silent Roo islanders.
"Very well, King Roo. You've made a wise choice. Consult your people, then... and allow them
to make theirs."
All of the islanders' eyes were on their king as he turned slowly to face them. There was a long pause,
as King Roo seemed to look at each and every one of them in turn, with a grave expression upon
his face. He knew this bet could very well change the future of the Island. The people seemed to
realize it, too, as they all waited in silence with wide eyes for their beloved king to speak.
Clearing his throat once, King Roo straightened his shoulders and spoke in a strong, confident voice.
"My people! My precious subjects, who mean so much to me: I cannot go on with such high stakes at
risk--not without first hearing your opinion on this. It seems as though the odds are overwhelmingly
in my favor. Although fate, of course, could lead us away from those odds. You have heard this mysterious
stranger's proposition. I leave the decision up to you, my people. Shall I go on, risking my place
as your king to save our magical dice? Or shall I forfeit now, and lose the chance to learn of the
Sixth Die? What say you!?"
King Roo finished with a shout, his eyes sweeping back and forth over the sea of people. There was
only a moment's hesitation, before the Islanders erupted in a great cheer. All of them shouted,
as one, for him to go on. They loved their king, and they had confidence in his ability with the dice.
He smiled, then gave a single nod before turning back to the stranger.
"My people have spoken. I will accept your bet."
Date: 31 March
...The cloaked Blumaroo's eyes flashed, and then he grinned.
"Very well then, King Roo," he said, "It's your roll."
The king's hand, which held the die in it, was wet and clammy from fear. In this very roll
lay the fate of his kingdom. He knew it was highly unlikely that he would roll the Mystic Wind, but it
seemed suspicious to him that the stranger would be so confident that both of them could.
With every cell of his body trembling from nervousness, he slowly dropped the die. It clattered
across the floor and slowly, very slowly, the dice stopped, revealing...
The Mystic Wind! Everyone in the room gasped, and the king turned pale with fright. King Roo
was in utter disbelief. The stranger just laughed evilly, and his eyes glittered.
"Well, King Roo, it appears as though you have rolled the Mystic Wind. Looks like you
could be in some serious trouble."
The king gulped; he was appalled. He could not believe that he had rolled the Mystic Wind, the
one time it was of utmost importance not to do so. The stranger turned towards him.
"Well, King Roo... I guess it's my roll now."
King Roo handed him the die, ashen faced. The stranger smiled, and the entire room was stone still.
Pulling up his hand, the mysterious Blumaroo stranger let go of the dice. As it clattered along
the stone floor, the die seemed to be going in slow motion. Each time that one of its sides hit
the ground, it sounded like a giant Elephante's feet striking the earth.
The dice slowed to a stop, and everyone stared. King Roo, along with everyone else, gasped. The stranger
Date: 01 April
...the Mystic Wind!
King Roo's eyes were like saucers... no, no, NO! This could not be! It was impossible.
His crown... his island... forfeited to this stranger? No!
"I believe," the mysterious Blumaroo said icily, "we have a promise to uphold? Come, Your Majesty...
we ought to have a ceremony." He laughed chillingly, and the entire audience shuddered as one.
"No," the King whispered, almost more to himself than to his opponent. "I cannot give you this fair
land. Not now. I refuse."
"Your Majesty! Or is that really your title anymore? I'm afraid you can't go back on your word. It's rather
dishonest." the Blumaroo said softly. "And, for my first proclamation as the new king... I hereby declare myself as
winner of this game... and banish you forthwith from my kingdom. Guards, remove him!"
King Roo shook with anger and fear, as the castle guards reluctantly led Roo away...
The citizens turned, horrified, to look at their new king, who was carefully placing King Roo's old crown
atop his head...
Date: 01 April
...and then continued to seat himself on the throne, that detestable grin still upon his face.
"Fortunately for King Roo, he was outisde the castle by then, so he missed the entire sight."
Nonetheless, he was still trembling--his guards were unsure whether it was from anger or
shame, so they waited awhile before speaking.
"Your Majesty, what are we to do?" one of them asked, looking with great despair into the kings
eyes. The other two did so as well, troubled by the same question.
King Roo could not bear to look at them. With his eyes cast upon the ground, he spoke, "I am
afraid there isn't a thing for you to do... According to the terms, the stranger is now your king."
A long silence followed, as neither King Roo nor the guards knew what to do. Exasperated, one
guard exclaimed, "If only your Majesty could challenge him again!"
The others looked up at him, as this seemed a good idea at first, but the king soon put an end
to it. He said truthfully, forgetting his pride, "I would only loose again--this stranger, he
is a master with the dice."
Another long silence, this one was interrupted by another guard. He exclaimed, "What if your
Majesty was to challenge him to a game other than Dice-a-Roo?"
"Other than Dice-a-Roo?!" King Roo scorned. He regarded the idea preposterous at first, but
after thinking it over, he said, "I suppose it could work... but then, how will I challenge him?
I have been, after all, banished..."
"That's simple, your Majesty. I will take care of it," the guard responded, and then took off
into the castle. He headed straight to new king, and upon reaching him, he shouted...
Date: 02 April
..."My apologies, dear King, but the old King... well, he says that you are shifty, and
unintelligent and that he could beat you at any game of wits!"
The new King's eyes burned crimson red with fury, and he clenched his fist until his knuckles
turned white. He stood up abruptly, and shouted, "Well, bring him back here! Let us see who is
better: I, a King, or a filthy little loser!"
The guard bowed before the new King on his way out, then ran back to Roo. He gave Roo the thumbs up, and
sent him inside.
"I, um... challenge you to, um... Kacheekers!" he shouted, scrambling to think of a game quickly.
He had tried the game before discovering Dice-a-Roo, and although it brought him no joy, he did
consider himself quite good at it.
"Kacheekers?" the stranger said, gasping. He collected his thoughts, trying to mentally reassured himself. This
Roo is a fool! Look how easily he was tricked during the dice game. There is no way I could lose.
The new king nodded, saying, "Very well, I accept your challenge. However, if I win, you will never be
able to challenge me again!"
Roo, sporting a serious look in his eye that his followers were unaccustomed to seeing, nodded,
then said, "The loser will leave this island forever... and never make a challenge again."
The stranger cackled, followed by his reply. "Very well, then... let the game begin."
Date: 02 April
...At once the game was started. Seven moves into the game, the evil Blumaroo realized his
mistake in taking the king lightly, and had lost the first piece. Every time he tried to
mount an offensive strike, the peasant formerly known as King Roo countered, each time taking
another piece or two. At one point, peasant Roo had forced the stranger to group his pieces to
avoid defeat. While this strategy had bought the wicked one some turns, it was obvious that it
was not a winning strategy.
The crowd watched the entire exchange the same way as the combatants dueled... in utter silence.
That is, until peasant Roo made an unlikely mistake, and three of his pieces were taken in one
move. There were moans and silent crying amongst the people, for they thought their gracious
former ruler was now doomed. Even the hooded Blumaroo, who had been sweating heavily, breathed
a sigh of relief, and adopted his now infamous grin.
Former king Roo looked into the newly appointed king's eyes with a cold stare, and broke the
silence. "Why are you smiling?"
The hooded Blumaroo looked at Roo and smiled more, thinking he was getting to the former ruler.
"You just made a mistake and have given me the chance to snatch victory from you, you idiotic
Roo looked at the board, moved his piece, then looked back at the hooded Blumaroo. "I believe
that is your last piece I just took..."
The king looked at the board, then noticed too late that the "mistake" had been a clever trap,
and he had fallen for it. The game was finished.
"...Now, if you don't mind, hand me MY crown and get off MY island... YOU ARE BANISHED! Guards,
please escort this treacherous filth out of my kingdom."
Dumbfounded beyond words, the now former king handed Roo his crown, stood up, then walked towards the
door as the crowd cheered for King Roo. Two guards followed.
Later, when asked which guards had escorted the mysterious stranger from the palace, none could
say. All the guards were accounted for, and none remembered escorting anyone from the halls that
day. When the people were asked if they had noticed a Blumaroo being escorted by Neopets dressed
as guards, not one remembered seeing the hooded Blumaroo, or any guards outside of the great hall
To this day no one knows who that Blumaroo was, where he came from, or where he went. This
* * * * *
The Blumaroo, the same one that had read the story of the king so long ago, glanced up from
his writing. Thinking that he had heard evil laughter in the wind, he looked out through a library
window, only to see a cloaked Blumaroo, walking away from the window and into the dark.
Date: 02 April
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